~Chapter 1~
Train Rides
The station was a bustling place. Sounds and outburst of tears surrounded the scowling figure as he walked alone to board the train for school. His mother wasn't allowed to leave the manor by order of Voldemort, so alone he was to remain. Narcissa told him it was to break the poor boy down, break him down to do Volemort's dirty work with out question. Draco, however, wasn't buying it. To him there had to be more to locking her down then just the one sided part and he would find out sooner or later. Suddenly a scent broke him from his thoughts, a scent unlike any other.
Draco stopped dead and began searching the crowd for the source. It was a mixture of Jasmine, clove and vanilla all mixed into one intoxicating package. His heart began to race and something began pulling the back of his mind, as if trying to get his attention. He ignored the annoying feeling and kept searching the crowd, not knowing how he'd know when he saw the source but kept it up any how. The scent slowly vanished into the crowd making him groan.
"Hermione! Wait up!" An annyingly familiar voice shouted above all else.
"No, Ron! We need to hurry! I won't sit near the front of the car again! We simply must have the middle!" Draco's head shot back taking in the sight of dark brown curly hair and pale skin disappear into a train car. "Damn mudblood." He mumbled and headed towards the car the two had just disappeared into. He didn't know why that was the car he wanted, but he wanted to be in that car no matter what. As he got closer to the entrance to the car a young kid was pushed into him by a 3rd year Ravenclaw. Draco growled at the boy who hit him.
"So sorr-" The young kids eyes as well as the one who pushed him eyes widened.
"Sorry!" They both yelled and ran the other direction. Draco snorted and turned back to his task at hand, getting on the train and finding a compartment before they were taken. He left his hand to the handle and seemlessly swung himself up into the car. He released the bar and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Draco wasn't to pleased as he walked past each room, seeing each and everyone filled. Once to the center car he stopped and glanced over in to window. There sat three people, Harry sat across from Hermione and Ron, the two who sat closer then even lovers should. This seemed to piss him off so he shot a glare into the cabin.
Hermione happened to glance at the door in time to see Draco glare inside, she then simply smiled back at him a gentle kind smile. She felt sorry for him, he was dragged into the wrong side of the war and was paying dearly for it. He looked generally scared, nervous and over all upset. She watched as his face drew into a frown and he turned to walk on. Turning back to Ron and Harry she shrugged.
"He seems to be the same old Malfoy." She said.
"Well you do know.." Harry started.
"Oh give it a rest Harry." Hermione interjected.
"What are you two going on about?" Ron asked.
"Harry is under the impression that Draco is a death eater."
"His father was a Death Eater! It only makes sense!" Harry raised his voice and looked out the window.
Hermione shook her head and stared at the spot Draco was moments before, hoping it wasn't true. It was bad enough he had lost his father to Voldemort and that his mother was suffering for it as well, but to think that Draco would willingly become a Death Eater? Yes, he was a sour, arrogant ass, but even he can't be that daft.
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Draco continued on his way searching for an empty room, but to no avail. Turning to go back he comes face to face with Pansy and Blaise, whom had caught him off guard.
"Yo, Draco you alright?" Blaise asked looking at Draco with a concerned expression. He was not yet wearing his Hogwarts robes and looked rather muggleborn. He was wearing dark colred jeans and a white 'V' neck shirt that hugged his body tightly.
"Er.. yea I am perfectly fine." Draco responded with a low voice, he couldn't figure it out, he was feeling worse then ever. He wanted that scent, he wanted her voice, he wanted her. He just needed to find her and soon. The damned Dark Lord won't wait long before sending someone, most likely his mother, to help him find her. The last thing he wanted was his mother helping him find his soon-to-be wife. Something began to tug in the back of his mind again, the tugging suddenly turned into a growling voice. 'You already met her.' It growled. Draco stiffened and stared at Blaise.
"Naw, Drake. You're not. Tell me what's up."
"Its nothing I can't handle." Draco grunted out, brushing past the two. He made his way quickly past the Golden Trio and into the next car, followed closely by Blaise and Pansy. Once in the car Blaise gave him a switch jab in the ribs before pushing Pansy into the seat beside him.
"Ouch. What was that for Blaise?" Draco growled as he scooted into the seat across from the two.
"You are acting rather odd, mate." Blaise stated.
"He's right, Draky. You have been acting odd. Whats going on?" Pansy agreed hooking her hands together under her chin.
"I can promise you, its nothing I can't handle."
Blaise and Pansy exchanged glances and sighed. There was not fighting him, Draco always got his way. Pansy shook her head and looked out the window. Draco never asked for help when he needs it most, the fool. She thought to herself.
The rest of the ride was fairly silent til Luna walked past offering a strange magazine. 'Bloody nut.' Draco thought bitterly, before standing up to get something from his bag. No sooner had Draco got who he wanted from his bag, did the wholew car suddenly get very, very dark and people began to scream. Draco fearing the Dark Lord had come, felt a tinge of panic well up within himself as well.
"What is that? What is it?" Draco asked calmly, feeling Pansy pull on his robes.
"Relax boys its probly just a first year messing around. Come on.. sit down Draco. We'll be at Hogwarts soon." Draco took a quick look around and nodded, heading back to his friends.
"Hogwarts... what a pathetic excuse for a school." Draco said as soon as he sat down, shaking his head towards the window. "I thought I'd have to pitch myself off the astronoy tower, before I had to go back for another two years..." He raised his brow softly looking at Pansy.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" She asked slightly horrifide.
"Lets just say I won't be wasting my time in charms class next year." He drawled, suddenly a snicker caught his attention and he raised his brow again.
"Amused Blaise?" He asked. "We'll see just whose laughing in the end." A soft clink caught his attnetion and he looked up, only to see a bag move slightly almost by itself. Draco knew other wise. 'Potter...' He thought. Soon the train slwoed and stopped. Blaise and Pansy stood and looked at him waiting.
"You two go on.. I want to check something." The two did as he requested and Draco, went to get his jacket and bag, bidding his time. Acting as tho he'd walk out Draco reached the door, closed it and then proceded to close the shade as well.
"Didn'y mummy ever tell you it was rude to evesdrop Potter?" Draco asked pulling out his wand. "Petrificus Totalus" He shouted and hit the thing he believed was Harry. Watching as the cloaked form fell Draco smirked and shuffled in place for a moment before reaching for the cloaked being. He grabbed the fabric and glared at the bound form of Harry.
"Oh yea.. you were dead before you could wipe the drool from your chin he growled and kicked him in the nose.
"That was for my father." Replaced the cloak. "Enjoy your ride back to London." Draco then walked off the train, only to catch the fading scent once again. 'You know you want to chase... her..." A voice growled in the back of his mind.
A/n: Hope that was to your liking. I am very sorry for the late update. I kinda moved.. LOL...
