CHAPTER ONE- FIRST MEETING
It was so crowded on the platform that Draco couldn't even see the train, what was even more irritating was that there was a group of first years huddled in front of him, he grimaced in disgust. After elbowing a few of them he finally made it through to the train, although a few people, some of whom he knew, had attempted to stand in his way. He sighed openly with relief when he found an empty compartment; he really just needed some time alone. He relaxed, and allowing himself to slouch, eased down into the seat. He shut his eyes part way and leaned his head against the window, his hair fell shrouding his face. His mind began to swim with meaningless thoughts that he quickly brushed away. He sighed quietly to himself, wishing for sleep which he desperately needed, he hadn't been sleeping well lately due to reoccurring between his mother and father, god-it wasn't her fault that the Dark Lord was so unforgiving.
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The compartment door slid open, he turned wondering who was disturbing his thoughts, and "Do you- mind?" came a timid voice. Draco grinned weakly and gazed lazily at the girl standing near the doorway, sighing, he shook his head "no" that he didn't mind. She grinned broadly and plopped down on the seat across from him, he smirked, "I don't bite," she frowned at him, "I never suggested that you did, I just thought I'd be polite and give you some space." He gave her an offended look, but ignored the glare that he was receiving. "So- haven't seen you around before- you new?" she blushed slightly, "yeah- I'm Shana, by the way." He smirked holding out his hand, "Draco-Draco Malfoy." Her face paled considerably, but she took his hand anyway. "What year will you be? Oh and more importantly, what house?" she once again blushed slightly as she noticed his eyes roaming her figure, "I-I'm a sixth year- Slytherin." She added proudly, he smirked, "what an exciting coincidence." She could almost feel his eyes roaming her; she shook slightly and pointed her eyes down.
Draco was pleased with what he saw, she was so – almost perfect, she was beautiful, her hair fell down her face lazily only stopping at her chest, it was a rich auburn red, and with the way it was naturally waved, it took on the resemblance of fire. Her face was soft and glowing, but slightly pale, her lips were plump and glistening, her nose seemingly perfect shaped, her cheeks were high and rosy. But what most captivated Draco about her face, were her eyes, the were a startling gray-green that Draco had never see before, but what puzzled him was they're dullness, they had almost no natural glint to them at all. His eyes continued roaming, her collarbone was high set and defined, but she didn't look at all frail. Her chest was perfect and decently sized. Her torso curved so elegantly, that Draco could guess she moved gracefully, her legs long and slender, were slid slightly to her side. He groaned to himself and averted his eyes, she was attractive and he was sure that there was no way she was available. He couldn't help himself he had to compliment her, "Shana-"she looked up, "if you don't mind my saying so- you're beautiful, who's the lucky man?" she grimaced, "I'm not beautiful." She whispered, inaudibly to herself. She grinned weakly, "There is no lucky guy." Draco's jaw dropped, he smiled, "better chance for me then" he said slyly. She blushed and turned away; Draco glanced out the window, "Shana- you might want to get ready, we're almost there." Her eyes darted to the window, and she left, much to Draco's displeasure.