I Knew You Weren't
Chapter Two
Draco made his way back to his compartment, only to see that Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott had been joined by Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass.
"How was the meeting with the Princess?" Blaise asked, clapping Draco on the shoulder as he sat next to him.
"Wasn't there. Declined the position apparently." Draco shrugged.
"Well, if you can't stand the heat..." Theo chuckled. "So, who'd you get stuck with? Probably some ugly bloke."
"Actually, another Gryffindor. Some girl named Kylie Meadows. Apparently, she's been in our classes since First Year."
"The smiley bint?" Blaise asked, motioning to his mouth.
Theo grinned when Draco nodded. "That girl has a nice ass. 10/10, would bang."
"You know she's a half-blood, right, mate?" Blaise asked.
"My dick doesn't care about blood status. Pus-"
"Aaaaand new subject! Thank you!" Pansy exclaimed, interrupting Theo.
Draco chuckled.
"How'd you been, Drake? Since the trials?" Daphne asked.
Draco shrugged. "I can deal with the six months of probation. Being appointed Head Boy doesn't hurt. My father is rotting in Azkaban and rightfully so. And my mother taught herself how to knit. That's been the most unbearable part."
"She knitted him, like, three pairs of underpants." Pansy revealed with a laugh.
The compartment erupted with laughter and Draco muttered, "Thanks, Pans." He waited patiently for the laughter to die down.
When it did, Blaise asked, "Do you, uh, you know, like them?" He began laughing almost uncontrollably, again.
"Now that you mention it, they really seem to cradle my balls nicely. And they're incredibly soft. I'll have Mum knit you both some for Christmas."
The rowdy bunch quieted immediately and began stumbling over their apologies and rejections.
"No, it's decided. Merry early Christmas. I'll make sure she gets the really soft yarn. And then you'll both know almost what it feels like to have a woman caress your dick."
Pansy smiled as she watched Draco joking with his friends. It was a sight she hadn't witnessed in far too long.
When Kylie had went to her meeting, she had left Ginny, Hermione, Neville, and Luna behind in a compartment. When she came back, one of the previous occupants was missing.
"Where's Hermione?" She asked, taking a seat next to Neville.
"Said something about wanting peace and quiet and left. Probably because Ginny wouldn't stop talking about quidditch." Neville shrugged, handing Kylie a Cauldron Cake.
Ginny hrmph'd. "She's probably mad because Ronald hasn't written her back yet."
"You do talk about quidditch an awful lot, Gin." Kylie chuckled.
"Oh, shut up. All of you. You sods just wish you had something to be passionate about." Ginny replied grumpily. "How was your meeting? Was Malfoy a complete arsehole?"
Kylie sighed. "Gin, what was I talking about before I left for my meeting?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Peace, love, and forgiveness. Blah blah." Ginny rolled her eyes. "I don't want peace, love, and forgiveness. I want food. I'm starving. And I definitely don't want to give peace, love, and forgiveness to the likes of Malfoy."
Luna gave a small chuckle from behind her upside-down Quibbler.
"Luna gets it. Don't you, Lune? Because you don't hate anyone." Kylie widened her eyes hoping Luna would get the hint.
Luna sat her magazine down. "I can't hate anyone. It causes the wrackspurts to get into my head and they make me all fuzzy. I don't like being fuzzy." She said dreamily.
Kylie cocked her head towards Luna. "She gets it. Wrackspurts." She smiled and laughed a bit, causing Ginny and Neville to laugh as well.
"Fine. I'll be nice if it keeps the wrackspurts away. Happy?"
This caused Kylie to grin widely. "Very happy."
"So, uh, I'm gonna miss you in the dorms this year." Neville said, nervously.
"I'm going to miss you, too, Neville." Kylie smiled sweetly. "I'm going to miss everyone. I kind of feel like I'm being exiled."
"Oh, right." Ginny piped up. "You get a special dorm this year. I'd say you were a lucky bitch, but you have to share it with the Snake Prince."
Kylie rolled her eyes and sighed. "Ginevra."
"Sorry. Will we be able to come see your new accommodations?"
"Of course. I'd probably die if you couldn't. Plus, I'll still come hang out in the tower with all of you. I'm still a Gryffindor after all. They can't keep me out."
"I sure hope Draco isn't a slob." Luna said, still reading the Quibbler. "I would hate to see what you might do to him if he was."
"Oh, Merlin. I didn't even think of that. I'll kill him."
"Peace, love, and forgiveness, Ky." Ginny winked.
"Fine. I won't kill him. I will... pour itching powder in his underpants, but I won't kill him. I'm am too zen for murder and I wouldn't last a day in prison." Kylie closed her eyes and took a deep breath in through her nose. She exhaled slowly and opened her eyes. "Too zen for murder."
"And too pretty for prison." Ginny grinned before looking out the window. "We're almost to the school. Thank Merlin."
Kylie sighed, feeling her 'zen' slowly leave her. "I really don't want to go round up prefects."
"But you have to." Neville said as Kylie stood up. "See you at the feast."
"Save me a seat, Nev." Kylie jumped and squealed as Ginny gave her a backhanded swat on the ass.
"Go get 'em, tiger. Show no mercy. Instill fear deep in their hearts." Ginny winked at her friend.
"Down, girl." Kylie chuckled. "If you see any of them cry, just know it's my fault and I probably had fun doing it."
Kylie left the compartment and wandered down the hallway, looking for Draco in the crowded seats. When she finally found him, she opened the door without knocking and stuck her head in.
"Draco, we need to go round up the worker bees."
Draco nodded wordlessly and stood up, pulling his robes back on.
As the door shut behind him, Kylie could hear childish squeals of "ooh, Drakey's got a giiiirlfriiiend!" Along with the sound of whips cracking.
"Really?" Kylie asked, glancing over at Draco.
"Don't mind them. They're childish and virtually harmless."
"Too zen for murder." Kylie whispered to herself.
"What was that?" Draco asked.
"Nothing. Talking to myself. That's all." Kylie brushed him off.
"Do that a lot, do you?"
All Kylie could do in response was shoot Draco a look that could possibly send him six feet under.
"I'll shut up." Draco raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Do that, please." Kylie smiled, but it quickly faded as they began finding prefects and pulling them out of their compartments.
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