Draco stood there, astounded. He immediately knew that she was a new prefect: The prefect badge was shiny and clean, and well grabbed in her small hand. She was 14 or 15 years old and looked hastened. Additionally, he didn't see her last year. But that wasn't what draw his attention. She was gorgeous.
She was tall and thin – not too much, though. Her red hair was pulled up with a ribbon and her beautiful locks fell softly on her shoulders. Her eyes were almond-shaped and gleaming and her long lashes gave them a delicate look. The sight of her hair immediately reminded him of Weasley; but than he remembered that he saw the whole family on the platform. Besides, he remembered how she looked like last year and it was nothing like this. Still, she was kind of familiar. He made an effort, but just couldn't seem to remember. Probably some student from another house, he guessed.
As for her, she took her eyes of him the moment he entered the carriage and blushed. She, of course, knew him – Malfoy. She never liked him, oh no. She hated him. Why was he staring at her like this? But she was spared from having to talk, when Hermione Granger and the Head Girl came in to carriage. Slowly the rest of the prefects showed up. The Head Boy and Girl explained a little about the rules and about the job and then sent the older prefects to wander around in the train. Draco went outside and muttered in a disappointed tone. He hoped that the Head Boy and Girl will introduce the new prefects - he wanted to find out who was this girl. Assuming he will be able to track her down at the start-of-term feast, he abandoned his mission and entered his carriage.
Inside, he found Pansy Parkinson sitting with a sour look in front of Crab and Goyle. Draco figured she was disappointed because of his disappearance.
"Pansy", he threw at her nonchalant and smiled his most captivating smile, ignoring Crab and Goyle conspicuously, to her delight. Pansy's un-natural quadrangular face was covered in make-up – because of him, surely. He didn't think that it was flattering for her. Especially not the dark lipstick she used; it highlighted her lips and created a bizarre illusion, as if she drank poison. Pansy blushed, giggled, and gestured to the available sit next to her.
"Hi, Draco. Have a sit" she said and threw her hair back.
Granting her a supreme pleasure, he did.
She gave him a meaningful look and passed him an antique-pink colored note. Draco put on his face a serious expression and took the note.
He spent the rest of the ride chattering with some seven-year Slytherins and scaring some random first-year students who walked down the hallways.
The train stopped in Hogsmeade Platform, standing under the starry sky.
"New students! New students here please" called Hagrid.
Sending him a look full of contempt, Draco climbed into one of the carriages with some other popular Slytherins. A weird serenity took over him, some kind of pleasant boredom. He took his head out of the window and tried to find the castle's winged boars as his shoulders shivered in the coldness of the night.
He didn't notice to the pair of eyes who stared at him, out of the shadows.
