Well then. Another chapter is here. Please READ AND REVIEW!
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Obviously something was going on that she didn't know about 500 miles away where Rebecca sat. And even here nothing was normal, where a photo showed a hidden affection for Leonie that she never knew of.
Leonie sat quietly in an empty compartment on the familiar scarlet train, doodling on a notebook she had brought with her. She wasn't really paying much attention to the drawing she was making; her hand just had a mind of its own. Her pencil repeatedly went over the same lines, smoothing them out. Finally when she sat back to look at the entire picture, her eyes grew to the size of saucers. There, as life-like as the photo in her bag, stood her very self with a slight frown on her face and Draco's lips pressed to her left cheek. His arms were still flying through the air to meet on the other side in a hug, and a slight breeze ruffled everything to the right of the page. It looked absolutely better than anything she'd ever drawn. In the background stood the station, with the side of the train stretching off into the distance. She shook her head and shut the notebook; not realizing someone had stepped next to her. Leonie looked up in surprise, locking eyes with the most awkward sight she had ever seen.
A girl with shoulder-length black hair stood next to her, her eyes rimmed with black eyeliner and her chocolate eyes narrowed. Her lips were drawn to a thin line, and her fists were clenched. A black cloak covered her form neck to toe, and a small silver skull had been etched into the top left corner. Only one phrase ran into Leonie's mind: She lays finger on me and I'll kill her. Somehow that was all she could think of, even though the girl's appearance screamed Killer.
"Can I help you?" Leonie asked, sliding the notebook into her bag. She tried to remain calm, but there was something wrong about the girl. The girl only grumbled something and collapsed onto the bench across from her. Leonie shrugged and pulled out the photo she'd been messing with earlier: Rebecca and her last year when the train left. Rebecca had Leonie in a headlock, but both were laughing like a maniac. They collapsed to the ground, in the photo, and Leonie smiled. "Can I help you?" she repeated, thinking the girl hadn't heard. She met eyes with the girl again, waiting for an answer.
"Leonie, quit playing around. I'm not in the mood," the girl muttered, and Leonie gasped. The voice, so distinct, was indeed Rebecca's, but the body had been deformed with black and hatred. "My mother attacked me when I was writing that letter, if you must know. That's why a corner is missing." Rebecca sighed and bent over to grab something out of her bag. A picture was held out to Leonie, a copy of she had in her own hand. Leonie watched as the two girls fell to the ground, and ran a hand through her hair.
"What happened?" Leonie whispered, shutting the compartment door. Rebecca let out a loud sigh and gave Leonie a look that said it all: I hate myself and you for asking that.
"My parents are possibly divorcing and could barely afford to send my to Hogwarts this year. My mother is having problems with her temper and can't contain herself and my father is going through a midlife crisis. In other words he jumps at every chance to nearly get himself killed. And I myself decided to set my house on fire. Partially accident, partially on purpose. It has not been a good summer," Rebecca hissed, and Leonie shrugged. Somehow it didn't really affect her all that much.
"I found out someone decided to snap a picture of an event I had thought was secret. My hair's streaks are randomly changing colors depending on my mood, and I've had the worst need to butcher someone every since I stepped on this train," Leonie looked up, seeing Rebecca's curious face. "I got a letter from Mr.Weasley this summer about how he was going to kill me if I messed with Hermione again. I had been teasing her through letters," she said, her voice turning very formal, "and now I would like to go pay a visit to him." Rebecca cracked her a smile never seen in ages, and Leonie rose to her feet, slipping out her wand. They exchanged evil glances and headed for the compartment door.
"Let's go," Rebecca smiled, and they pushed open the compartment door. Leonie took up the lead, and they stalked down the hallway, quiet as mice. Leonie paused at one door and yanked open, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.
"Guess what I got for my birthday," Neville was announcing until he fell silent under Leonie's glare. Harry instantly jumped to his feet as he met eyes with Leonie, but her wand was already pointed at his chest. He looked down at her wand, surprised, but tried to hide it.
"Don't make me hex you, Harry," Leonie whispered, waving the wand ever so slightly. Harry struggled not to move and only planted his feet firmly against the ground.
"What's the worst you're going to do, Leonie? Make me go jelly-legged? Why are you here anyway?" Harry retorted, dragging out his own wand and pointing it at her heart. Leonie glanced down and smirked. Such a weakling.
"That's it, Potter? Your hands shaking, and you think you can concentrate hard enough to hex me? I only need to Ronald, anyway. Then I'll be gone." Harry shook his head and gave her a hard push. Or at least tried. Some one had come up behind Leonie while she was talking and held her up on her feet.
"Fine. But tell Weasley he'll have to talk to me sooner of later otherwise it won't be pretty," Leonie warned him, and turned to walk back to her compartment. She immediately crashed into someone, however, and backed away to meet with a set of ice-blue eyes. Platinum blonde hair framed his face, and only one name flashed into Leonie's mind.
"Draco?" she whispered, her jaw dropping.
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Now including more Hogwarts characters! I don't know if I'll do any pairs but…I guess you'll just have to see.
I suppose Leonie and Rebecca sound a bit evil. That's what I'll do, and it's all Malfoy's fault.
