Disclaimer; In no way do I own Harry potter, that all belongs to JKR. If I did though, I know I wouldn't be here writing this stuff. I'd be in the Bahamas partying, baby. Any names you don't recognize are my own original characters.
t r a i n r i d e ;;
The wind was blowing fiercely through a seventeen year old girls black hair, as she made her way to Kings Cross train station in London. She was pushing her trolley with all her luggage as best she could without getting blown back or anything just as worse. But obviously, she was failing miserably. She sighed in frustration and stopped for a moment and pulled off a rubber-hair band from her wrist, tying her long-sceneish-cut hair back.
Who was this girl and what was she doing at the train station anyways? This girl here was Delilah Anne Michaels. Now why was she on her way inside of the train station? Well folks, Delilah was a witch. Yes you heard me correctly, she was a witch - a half-blood witch. Delilah had just gotten dropped off by her parents, as it was to risky to apparate with all sorts of muggles around. So that's why she was here, struggling against the blasted wind. That and Delilah was returning to her magical boarding school - Hogwarts.
After a few moments of searching, Delilah's eyes locked with Platform's nine and ten. Hah. Yes! She had found it. Delilah quickly made her way to the two platforms, when she noticed a bunch of redheads rushing past her, a black-haired person as well. "How rude!", Delilah thought as she nearly got the wind knocked out of herself. She didn't even notice the bunch of people go through the barrier, as she caught her breath. Delilah then finally pushed her trolley through the platform, making sure no muggles were looking.
Once getting past the platform, Delilah let a laugh escape her lips as she saw the Hogwarts express, its scarlet engine steaming. She hadn't seen this baby in three whole months. And it was her last year, she was ever going to ride on it. Mhm, Delilah was in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. The tall girl sighed, she was a bucketful of emotions at the moment.
Why? It was her last year after all, and she had managed to snag the head girl position. Delilah was thoroughly shocked when she had received an owl with the letter containing the head badge that had decided her fate this year. The seventeen year old seriously thought that Hermione Granger would've gotten the amazing opportunity. She was the brightest witch of her age, really! But no, instead Delilah had received the head girl position.
Shaking her head, Delilah let her mind forget such thoughts, and she made her way onto the train, through one of the many entrances. The young woman grabbed her luggage from off the trolley and put it in the luggage compartment. Proud of herself for carrying her enormous trunk into the compartment, Delilah let a grin slide onto her face.
Still standing there, Delilah untook her hair from the ponytail, and placed the rubber-band on her wrist. Mhm, the blue-eyed girl disliked her hair being up for long periods of time. As it was a hassle to get it the way she wanted. Smiling while taking her petite hands, Delilah ruffled her hair slightly, making it look as if she had just rolled out of bed minutes before.
Turning herself around, Delilah made her way out of the luggage compartment, that was until she nearly knocked over a young man. Blushing furiously, the first thing Delilah did was apologize, "Oh shoot. I didn't watch where I was going, " She paused a moment, "I'm terrible sorry, are you hurt?" She asked genuinely concerned. The young man faced her fully, and gave her a small smile, as he brushed his bangs out of his face, a lightning bolt shaped scar peeking out from behind them. "Oh really, don't worry about it." His voice cracked slightly, "I'm fine. No, I'm wonderful, actually." He finished with a handsome laugh.
The infamous Harry Potter, Delilah thought, her mouth slightly agape. He was only standing a few inches in front of herself. Realizing what she was doing, Delilah closed her mouth quickly, and her blush deepened. What was wrong with her? She was never so willy-nilly in front of guys, even if they were famous ones. Sighing, she turned her attention back to Harry. " Well, sorry again." Pausing, she smiled "Well, I best get going; head girl duties to attend to." And with that she made her way past him.
Only a few feet away from him, she heard his voice shout out in an inquisitive manner. "So you're the lovely lady who got Hermione's headship." Delilah mentally smacked herself, Of course! He was best friend's with Hermione Granger. Smiling she turned around to face him, "That's me, I'm afraid." A light chuckle emitted from her lips, "Delilah Anne Michaels; Ravenclaw." A grin made its way onto her face subtly as she turned around again and began walking. She heard his deep voice call out to her again, "Wait, I'm Harr-" Delilah cut him off and raised her hand, not looking back. " Harry Potter, I know." And with that she walked on, leaving a stunned and intrigued Harry Potter.
Grinning as she walked, Delilah hardly noticed another one of Hogwarts' attractive men - Mssr. Draco Malfoy sitting in the heads compartment she was entering. Stretching her arms, Delilah flopped down on one of the seats and leaned her head back. She wouldn't of noticed Draco either, if hadn't been for the flash of platinum blond hair near her face. Her blue eyes connected with his icy gray ones. She muttered some obscenities under her breath, before saying anything.
"What are you doing here, you twitchy little ferret?" Her voice drawled it out, in a bored almost annoyed tone. Draco snarled at her and spoke, "I'm head boy, you twat."
a/n : cliffie; i know. : i have the next chapter half written, so it will be up after i finish it and its validated. please R constructive critisicm is appreciated.