A/N: Let me say this again, this is not like my other stories and it will be shorter.
Disclaimer: None of the characters so far belong to me.
LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter one: Strangers on the Hogwarts Express
Smoke bellowed from the large scarlet train, filling platform nine and three quarters. As it was on every September first, the platform was bustling with departing students and their parents. One among them had none to see him off. Gregory Goyle's parents never had time for such things as taking him to the train station. Goyle wasn't sad about it. He was use to being ignored and neglected. That was probably why he hung around the sort he did.
"Carry this, will you?" a pale blonde boy, who Goyle knew as Draco Malfoy, said as he dropped his trunk handle in front of Goyle.
Goyle complied almost immediately, having a little difficulty pulling both his own and Malfoy's trunk. A stumpy-looking, but actually quite tall, boy named Vincent Crabbe with a bowl air cut followed Malfoy. Goyle dragged the two trunks onto the train after Crabbe and Malfoy. They all got into one compartment together. Goyle packed away the trunks and sat down next to Crabbe and opposite Malfoy.
"So what'd you dunderheads do over Summer holiday?" Malfoy asked, a sour smile on his pointed face.
"Well, I-" Goyle began, about to describe his Summer.
"That's nice," Malfoy interrupted pertly. "You won't believe what happened to me over Summer. My dad and I went to this Hex Girls concert. I needed to go to the bathroom and-"
Goyle looked out the window and watched the train station start to move behind them. Malfoy was sure to talk about himself the entire trip. It was his favorite pastime. Second to that was making fun of people. Goyle had other things he would rather do, but he and Crabbe always did whatever Malfoy suggested. He was the boss, after all. His dad was their dads' boss. It was just the way things were. From the moment they all met, Malfoy was ordering while Crabbe and Goyle followed. It couldn't be changed.
"Can you believe that, Goyle?" Malfoy laughed.
Goyle laughed just so it seemed he had been actually listening.
"Who thinks we should go find Potter and hassle him a bit?" Malfoy suggested.
"Sounds great!" Crabbe exclaimed.
"Yeah, let's pound 'em," Goyle said, trying to please Malfoy.
"All you think about is pounding," Malfoy sneered, rolling his eyes. "Some of us have more intelligent ways of dealing with people. That's what wands are for."
Malfoy got up and left the compartment. As always, Crabbe and Goyle followed. They walked down the train corridor until they came upon a certain compartment. It's occupants included the famous Harry Potter with his unmistakable lightening scar, Ron Weasley sporting hand-me-down robes and bright red hair, and Hermione Granger, the fluffy-haired moodblood know-it-all. This group was a favorite of Malfoy's to torment.
"What d'you want?" Weasley shot at them.
"We just thought you might lend us a knut," Malfoy began. "Oh, I guess YOU wouldn't have one."
"You'd better leave, Malfoy," Potter warned, pulling out his wand.
"You misunderstand my intentions," Malfoy assured him. "I'm just here for a friendly visit with my old friends: Weasley, Potter, and the moodblood."
"You'll pay for that!" Weasley shouted, feeling his robes for his wand.
"Here," Malfoy began, flipping a sickle into the compartment. "I've paid as much as she's worth. Now, Weasley, maybe you could buy something more decent to wear, like a tablecloth."
Weasley jumped at Malfoy, but Goyle quickly stepped in the way to protect one of his two only friends. Goyle was a good foot taller than Weasley, so he backed down.
"I think we have overstayed our welcome," Malfoy said calmly. "See ya, Urchin, Moodblood, Orphan."
"At least we have friends instead of bodyguards!" Potter yelled after them as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle walked down the corridor.
"Friends instead of bodyguards," Malfoy laughed once they were back in their own compartment. "You guys ARE my friends."
Goyle and Crabbe nodded.
"We hang out and we talk," Malfoy listed. "What else does he expect friends to be?"
Crabbe shrugged.
After a few moments, Goyle's stomach began growling. That wasn't unusual. Actually, it was a quite regular thing. He seemed to want to eat every half an hour.
"I'm gonna get a cauldron cake," Goyle grumbled, getting up and walking from the compartment.
"Get me one, Greg," Crabbe ordered.
"How 'bout I punch your lights out," Goyle shot back.
"Malfoy," Crabbe squealed, "Goyle's being mean to me."
"What do I care?" Malfoy laughed, sitting back and watching the two.
"I wanna cauldron cake!" Crabbe yelled.
"Get your own," Goyle muttered, walking down the corridor.
As he approached the dining cart, he caught sight of someone near an open exit. It was a small red-headed girl. She grabbed the railing and stepped on to the stairs that would normally lead her onto the platform at the train station. Since the train was in motion, she would end up throwing herself off the train. Without a moment of thought, Goyle ran through the corridor and grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her back onto the train.
"What you trying to do?" Goyle snapped at her, grabbing her shoulders.
He looked at her face and recognized her as Ron Weasley's timid sister, Ginny. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were damp from crying. Goyle let go of her, now unsure what to do.
"Why did you do that?" Ginny yelled, shoving Goyle with all her strength but making little progress. "Why'd you have to stop me?"
"I-I just-" Goyle sputtered.
Ginny began pounding her little fists against Goyle's chest, crying, "Why didn't you just let me do it? It's not fair!"
Ginny lay her head on Goyle's chest, crying and still hitting him with one of her fists. Goyle glanced down the corridor to see if anyone was looking. There was no one in the entire corridor, so Goyle slowly put his arms around Ginny. Her sobs seemed to get louder and Goyle felt her tears soak through his robes.
"Are you OK?" He asked stupidly.
In response, Little Ginny pushed Goyle away and ran off down the corridor. Goyle stared after her until she ducked into a compartment.
A/N: Short, isn't it? Well, this one's chapters will be short because...I want them to be. So there! I got Hex Girls from "Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost". If you want the next chapter to be put up, please review.
Disclaimer: None of the characters so far belong to me.
LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter one: Strangers on the Hogwarts Express
Smoke bellowed from the large scarlet train, filling platform nine and three quarters. As it was on every September first, the platform was bustling with departing students and their parents. One among them had none to see him off. Gregory Goyle's parents never had time for such things as taking him to the train station. Goyle wasn't sad about it. He was use to being ignored and neglected. That was probably why he hung around the sort he did.
"Carry this, will you?" a pale blonde boy, who Goyle knew as Draco Malfoy, said as he dropped his trunk handle in front of Goyle.
Goyle complied almost immediately, having a little difficulty pulling both his own and Malfoy's trunk. A stumpy-looking, but actually quite tall, boy named Vincent Crabbe with a bowl air cut followed Malfoy. Goyle dragged the two trunks onto the train after Crabbe and Malfoy. They all got into one compartment together. Goyle packed away the trunks and sat down next to Crabbe and opposite Malfoy.
"So what'd you dunderheads do over Summer holiday?" Malfoy asked, a sour smile on his pointed face.
"Well, I-" Goyle began, about to describe his Summer.
"That's nice," Malfoy interrupted pertly. "You won't believe what happened to me over Summer. My dad and I went to this Hex Girls concert. I needed to go to the bathroom and-"
Goyle looked out the window and watched the train station start to move behind them. Malfoy was sure to talk about himself the entire trip. It was his favorite pastime. Second to that was making fun of people. Goyle had other things he would rather do, but he and Crabbe always did whatever Malfoy suggested. He was the boss, after all. His dad was their dads' boss. It was just the way things were. From the moment they all met, Malfoy was ordering while Crabbe and Goyle followed. It couldn't be changed.
"Can you believe that, Goyle?" Malfoy laughed.
Goyle laughed just so it seemed he had been actually listening.
"Who thinks we should go find Potter and hassle him a bit?" Malfoy suggested.
"Sounds great!" Crabbe exclaimed.
"Yeah, let's pound 'em," Goyle said, trying to please Malfoy.
"All you think about is pounding," Malfoy sneered, rolling his eyes. "Some of us have more intelligent ways of dealing with people. That's what wands are for."
Malfoy got up and left the compartment. As always, Crabbe and Goyle followed. They walked down the train corridor until they came upon a certain compartment. It's occupants included the famous Harry Potter with his unmistakable lightening scar, Ron Weasley sporting hand-me-down robes and bright red hair, and Hermione Granger, the fluffy-haired moodblood know-it-all. This group was a favorite of Malfoy's to torment.
"What d'you want?" Weasley shot at them.
"We just thought you might lend us a knut," Malfoy began. "Oh, I guess YOU wouldn't have one."
"You'd better leave, Malfoy," Potter warned, pulling out his wand.
"You misunderstand my intentions," Malfoy assured him. "I'm just here for a friendly visit with my old friends: Weasley, Potter, and the moodblood."
"You'll pay for that!" Weasley shouted, feeling his robes for his wand.
"Here," Malfoy began, flipping a sickle into the compartment. "I've paid as much as she's worth. Now, Weasley, maybe you could buy something more decent to wear, like a tablecloth."
Weasley jumped at Malfoy, but Goyle quickly stepped in the way to protect one of his two only friends. Goyle was a good foot taller than Weasley, so he backed down.
"I think we have overstayed our welcome," Malfoy said calmly. "See ya, Urchin, Moodblood, Orphan."
"At least we have friends instead of bodyguards!" Potter yelled after them as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle walked down the corridor.
"Friends instead of bodyguards," Malfoy laughed once they were back in their own compartment. "You guys ARE my friends."
Goyle and Crabbe nodded.
"We hang out and we talk," Malfoy listed. "What else does he expect friends to be?"
Crabbe shrugged.
After a few moments, Goyle's stomach began growling. That wasn't unusual. Actually, it was a quite regular thing. He seemed to want to eat every half an hour.
"I'm gonna get a cauldron cake," Goyle grumbled, getting up and walking from the compartment.
"Get me one, Greg," Crabbe ordered.
"How 'bout I punch your lights out," Goyle shot back.
"Malfoy," Crabbe squealed, "Goyle's being mean to me."
"What do I care?" Malfoy laughed, sitting back and watching the two.
"I wanna cauldron cake!" Crabbe yelled.
"Get your own," Goyle muttered, walking down the corridor.
As he approached the dining cart, he caught sight of someone near an open exit. It was a small red-headed girl. She grabbed the railing and stepped on to the stairs that would normally lead her onto the platform at the train station. Since the train was in motion, she would end up throwing herself off the train. Without a moment of thought, Goyle ran through the corridor and grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her back onto the train.
"What you trying to do?" Goyle snapped at her, grabbing her shoulders.
He looked at her face and recognized her as Ron Weasley's timid sister, Ginny. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were damp from crying. Goyle let go of her, now unsure what to do.
"Why did you do that?" Ginny yelled, shoving Goyle with all her strength but making little progress. "Why'd you have to stop me?"
"I-I just-" Goyle sputtered.
Ginny began pounding her little fists against Goyle's chest, crying, "Why didn't you just let me do it? It's not fair!"
Ginny lay her head on Goyle's chest, crying and still hitting him with one of her fists. Goyle glanced down the corridor to see if anyone was looking. There was no one in the entire corridor, so Goyle slowly put his arms around Ginny. Her sobs seemed to get louder and Goyle felt her tears soak through his robes.
"Are you OK?" He asked stupidly.
In response, Little Ginny pushed Goyle away and ran off down the corridor. Goyle stared after her until she ducked into a compartment.
A/N: Short, isn't it? Well, this one's chapters will be short because...I want them to be. So there! I got Hex Girls from "Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost". If you want the next chapter to be put up, please review.