As The Train Arrives
It was awfully quiet at platform 9¾. The only thing you could hear were raindrops falling from the sky. There were not a lot of people, but the small amount of people who were waiting for the Hogwarts express to arrive, were quietly standing in groups of 3 or 4. Except this one girl, wearing a short, black dress and black poncho with hood.
She was anxiously waiting for the train, of course, just like anyone else, but she was all alone. And for some reason, she couldn't manage to stand still; she was walking from the one side of the platform, to the other and back. She was even hanging over the ledge, to see if the train was coming already.
This girl looked hopeful, as if she didn't belong there, as if she was waiting for the wrong train, as if she hadn't read The daily Prophet that morning. And she didn't.
Again she leaned herself over the ledge, to see if the train was coming. Still nothing. As time passed by, the girl got more and more nervous. She walked to the back of the platform and leaned against the brick wall. She sighed, trying to keep hope, trying to stay calm.
Toot toot! The girl looked up. She saw a cloud of steam filling up the air. The train! She jumped up and ran toward the rails. She stopped behind a border of people. She didn't want to push; that would have been rude. The girl had to jump, to see who were getting off board the train, since she wasn't the tallest around.
As more and more people where getting off the train, the girl got more impatient. Everyone was hugging their friends and family. The path was blocked and she saw nothing but backs of people she didn't know.
'Excuse me,' the girl said with a small voice, but no one heard her. 'Excuse me!' the girl said louder. Some people got out of the way, so the girl could search for the people she was waiting for. 'Thank you.'
At that moment a great group of gingers came out of the train, along with two black haired boys and one brunette and one blonde girl. 'The Weasleys, Potter, Longbottom, Granger and Lovegood, if I am not mistaking,' the girl thought. But she wasn't waiting for them. The train seemed to be empty. The eyes of the girl started to water. She couldn't believe it, they didn't make it!
She almost wanted to turn around and walk away. At that very moment, a tall, slender guy, with sleek blond hair and a pale, pointed face jumped out of the train, looking around.
'Draco!' the girl exclaimed relieved. Draco Malfoy looked the girl right into her green eyes; also relieved. The girl ran toward him and gave him a hug and Draco held her tight. He pulled of the girls hood. 'I want to see your face,' he whispered as he lift her up and strongly kissed her lips. 'I am so glad you are still alive,' he said softly. 'Me? I am so happy to see you again! I missed you so much,' the girl said and kissed Draco back.
Draco put the girl back on the ground and the girl rested her head on his chest; she was too small to reach out for his shoulder. Draco stroke the girl's long, dark brown coloured hair.
That made Harry Potter really curious. He never saw that girl before, yet she was hugging and kissing Draco Malfoy. Harry walked toward the two, ignoring Hermione who said it would "ruin the moment".
The girl already looked Harry's way as he was walking towards them. She smiled. Harry couldn't call her ugly. She was beautiful, not perfect, since her face wasn't flawless, just beautiful.
'Oh, hello there,' she started enthusiastic, 'I didn't know Draco was friends with the famous Harry Potter. He told me something way different.' The girl smiled brighter. 'We are not friends,' Draco hissed.
'Oh my, Draco, don't be so hostile. Then, if you are not friends, I assume you must be quiet curious for who I am,' the girl said and stretched out her arm. 'My name is Rosalina Marrant,' she introduced herself.
The train doors were closing, to Rosalina's surprise. She looked around the platform again, searching for one particular man. When she didn't see him, she decided to search for him on the platform.
'Honey? What's wrong?' Draco noticed a small nervousness in his girl's eyes. 'Err, nothing. If you will excuse me, I am going to seek Severus. I will be right back,' Rosalina said. Harry's eyes became bigger, and Draco gulped.
Even though Malfoy told Harry not to say anything to anyone about what happened to Snape, Harry found it too difficult now to say nothing. He felt so bad for this girl. This girl had a certain hope in her eyes and voice when she said that. That hope would be crushed in a few seconds.
'Rosie, don't,' was the only thing Draco said to her. Rosalina smiled, confused. 'Why?' she asked. Draco shook his head. 'He is... not here,' Draco said and sighed. 'Malfoy!' Harry hissed softly.
'Oh, of course! He is still at Hogwarts, obviously! To help building up the castle again. Of course, as head of the school, he has that kind of responsibility! How could I forget! Well, he has to show up at home again, one day,' Rosalina said, still with that certain hope.
'Rosie, come here,' Draco said, reaching out to hold both of Rosalina's hands. 'I don't know how to tell you this. I honestly wanted to wait until we were at home, but now I can't,' Draco said. Rosalina's smile faded away a little bit, but you could still see a little smile. As if she knew what Draco was about to say, but still didn't want to believe it, still didn't give up hope. 'I thought you'd read it in the Daily Prophet, but obviously, you didn't,' he said hesitantly. 'Malfoy, just say it already! This is just cruel!' Harry said.
At that moment, Rosalina had woken up from this beautiful fairy tale dream she had. Her smile faded away entirely and made place for tears. 'He died,' Draco whispered carefully.
