Draco Malfoy stood from his seat in the train car, Pansy's incessant chattering propelling him to leave the area. She looked up, sticking out her bottom lip and widening her eyes.
"Where are you off to, Drakie?" She squeaked.
He glared at her out of the corner of his eye, and then glared at Crabbe and Goyle, who were seated across from them. The two disgusted him beyond belief, constantly wallowing in a pool of stupidity. "To the bathroom," Draco hissed. "No need for you to accompany me." Pansy slumped back in her seat as she watched him go.
'I need new friends.' Malfoy thought, sighing as he tramped down the isles, looking for an empty booth. It was only the beginning of his sixth year at Hogwarts and he already dreaded having to spend that time dealing with Pansy. After wandering throughout the entire train, Malfoy finally found a box that looked empty and eagerly made his way to the sliding door.
Ofelia's forest green eyes shot up from her book as the door to her box slid open. Standing in it, looking perplexed and disappointed, was a tall, slender boy who looked to be about sixteen. He brushed his platinum locks from his sharp grey eyes in frustration, trying to be sure that the booth was, in fact, inhabited at the moment. He sighed, clearly unhappy.
"Would you like to sit here." Ofelia said, not really asking, only trying to convey her displeasure with the unnecessary interruption. The boy looked over his shoulder, noting the tone of her voice, and turned back, asking politely, "May I sit with you?"
She shrugged and went back to reading her book.
The boy slowly sat down across from her, and discreetly scoped her out. She was rather short and pale, and very scrawny. Her large jade eyes swept across the pages of her book as she held her coffee colored bangs out of their way. Then he noticed the rest of her hair, and how it was very unlike anybody else's from school.
"That's quite the interesting hair cut you've got there." He mused.
Ignoring the obvious teasing, Ofelia answered, "It's called a Chelsea Hawk. You know, the female version of a Mohawk."
The boy nodded, beginning to actually appreciate it, and noticed that the actual Mohawk was bleached, while the rest of her hair was the same dark brown as her bangs and the side burns that framed her face. The hair actually suited her, and he admitted to himself she looked a little badass.
The boy stuck out his hand, "I'm Draco Malfoy. And you are?"
Ofelia looked up, glancing at his hand, and then meeting his eyes. "I'm a transfer."
Draco smirked, setting his hand back in his lap. "How interesting. You're the first transfer I've heard of. Where are you transferring from?"
"Beauxbatons."
Malfoy raised his eyebrow, slightly confused. "You don't sound French. You actually sound-"
"American." Ofelia cut off. "I grew up in New York… My family is rather… restless." She looked back down at her book. "We move around a lot."
Draco watcher her for a moment, noticing her eyes no longer scanned the pages of her book. "What year are you?"
"Sixth."
"Do you know what house you're in yet?" He questioned.
"No," she mumbled. "I spoke with the headmaster. He said I would be sorted with the first years." She grimaced and shrugged, not pleased with the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of sniveling little eleven year-olds.
"Which house do you think you'll get?" The Slytherin asked, surprised when he found himself hoping it was his house. His face flushed a bit when Ofelia looked up, scrutinizing him.
"Dunno," she said, her eyes still on him. "Doesn't really matter though. It's not like it changes who I am."
Draco nodded.
"You ask a lot of questions." She stated, still staring him down.
He stared back. "You're an interesting person." He said.
Ofelia scowled suspiciously.
"Besides. I am in need of new friends." He stood, smirking, and bowed slightly, still staring her down. Not because he wanted to prove he was better than her, like when he stared down Potter, but because of how captivating her eyes were. Their dark green shade and abnormally large size held some kind of power over him. "Well, I'd better be off." He said, gaining control over himself. "It was nice meeting you… uh…"
"Ofelia. Ofelia Adelle."
Draco's smirk spread into more of a grin. "Nice to meet you, Ofelia." He turned to leave, and said over his shoulder as he walked away, "You're welcome at the Slytherin table anytime. Even if you're placed with those rotten Gryffindor."
She smiled, somewhat flattered, and impressed with the boy's unwavering eye contact. She wouldn't mind being friends with him.
(Note: Ofelia is pronounced OH-FAIL-ee-uh.)