The Hogwarts Express

Draco Malfoy

"Oh, come off it, already! You must think she's the least bit pretty! Just admit it; you think the Weasels sister would be a shag actually worth the time." Millicent Bullstrode chuckled out. She was heavier built than most girls in Slytherin, but still managed to appear somewhat attractive-not that Draco was in the least bit interested. He already had enough on his plate without yet another woman pining over his absence, no matter how slight.

"Please. I wouldn't be caught dead tainting bloodlines, let alone with that poor little winch. I don't care if she's the most gorgeous woman in the world. She associates with muggle-borns and that's enough of a turn off for me. She can keep her filthy hands elsewhere." Blaise Zabini spat out smoothly as he straightened his suit. He seemed to hold himself superior to all others-even Draco. Of course, they would have to be friends; they were the most powerful wizarding families in existence.

"Blaise," Draco greeted mutually as he slid next to Millie who was seated across from Zabini. He nodded, holding Draco's icy blue gaze and returning it with his deep brown eyes. Sliding the family ring off of his finger, he began to fiddle idly with it, twirling it intricately on the table situated in between their train booths.

"Might want to be careful where you set that." Draco noted absently, catching the eyes of a greedy Slytherin that was already giving the Zabini ring their undivided attention. They averted their eyes as soon as they realized Draco had recognized them.

"Thieving little fourth years…" Blaise sighed with contempt. "They're lucky I don't hex them. What happened to the famous Slytherin character traits? I swear the newer generation is getting less cunning and more sloppy. If you want something you get it-in time. Trickery, deception, power, and skill."

"Relax, will you? They can't all be as successful as yourself, handsome." rang a voice Draco hoped he didn't have to endure for at least the rest of the day. "Afternoon, Millie," Pansy greeted as she scooted in closer to Blaise than was necessary. Pretending to want a closer seat to Millicent, she grasped Blaise's thigh and crawled over him slowly. He quirked a perfectly arched dark eyebrow at Draco who in turn shrugged, not bothering to hide his aggravation at the seemingly unaffected girl.

One look at Pansy, who was now engulfed in a conversation with Millicent, made him sick. Why was she so intent on wrecking his social life? "Millie, Blaise," Draco interrupted in a slightly polite manner. "If you'll excuse the two of us; I believe we need to talk."

"Draco, I'm not in the mood to talk with you. What do you want?" Pansy muttered out.

He noted how her hand was under the table and appeared to be stroking something. He looked at Blaise who was now sitting uncharacteristically tense in his seat. The sneaky gleam in her eyes was back in full force. Blaise quickly pushed her hand off of him and slid over, shooting a withering look in her direction as he did so. "Keep you're bloody hands off of me." Blaise stated angrily as he readjusted his suit once more.

Of course, it was a known fact that Pansy Parkinson did not take well to rejection. Her delicate face quickly turned volatile as she flicked her long black hair behind her shoulder. "Move." she demanded of Blaise.

"Make me, you little-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Millie interrupted, trying in vain to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible. "No need for name calling, now is there? Blaise, be a gentleman and let Pansy out, please."

"I am a gentleman... to those whom deserve it." He countered in a sophisticated manner.

"Oh, for Merlins sake, go to hell, Zabini." Pansy spat as she pulled out her wand. "Flipendo," she murmured. Blaise flew out of his seat and onto the ground, looking more than a bit miffed.

"How dare you," he accused, still slightly taken aback at the girls quite obvious mistake. Rising up from the ground, Blaise quickly drew out his own wand. She really did not want Zabini on her bad side; he would end her. "Locomotor Mortis! You're not going anywhere, now..." He chuckled as she began to struggle to get her legs to obey her. He used her distraction as a chance to cast another spell. "Furnunculus," Blaise spoke, his voice matter-of-fact. He stood there, seemingly unamused yet interested as boils of different sizes began to appear on the girls skin, making her upper-body squirm in discomfort and disgust.

"Enough," Draco demanded. The two were causing a scene he couldn't afford to be associated with. He waved his wand in the direction of Pansy, and almost immediately the boils disappeared from her skin. She rose up a bit unsteadily and made to slap Blaise square in the jaw. Naturally, he caught her hand and yanked it towards him. "Do you really want to go there?" He asked her. She gulped once then yanked her arm free.

"C'mon, Draco," She sniffed and turned away from the now resigned, gorgeous, dark-skinned young man that was, in fact, Blaise Zabini.

Draco glanced down at his watch; ten minutes until they arrived at Hogwarts. He frowned with distaste and placed his hand on the small girls back, leading her out of the small room filled with watchful eyes. They would have to make this quick.

Finding a compartment full of second year Hufflepuffs he stepped inside, basking in his own superiority as they dashed out. Pansy was right behind him, seeming on the verge of tears.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about... back there." Pansy gushed apologetically.

"Really? How do you suppose I felt watching it? Pansy, wizards like us can't afford to engage in disputes of that sort. Just... don't let it happen again, alright?" He admonished. She nodded her head quickly to assure him of her understanding. Draco repressed the urge to roll his eyes at the weak girl sitting in front of him. His knees were very nearly pressed against hers in the small compartment now bathed with golden afternoon light.

"I really am sorry... for everything." she admitted quietly, placing her hand on his knee.

He held her gaze as she leaned forward, not giving hint to any stray emotions until her eyes fluttered shut and her lips pressed against his. Draco shut his as well, aching for the emptiness inside of him to be filled by something-anything; he wanted to stop feeling cold. So as her warm lips enveloped his he invited her in, drawing her tongue to his with such a skill she seemed to shudder in delight. He welcomed this. He needed this. Those were the only thoughts that propelled him into her until he utterly lost himself in the sensations. Their hands were everywhere at once, touching, feeling, groping. It was never enough for Draco. He lived for these moments. He took them in stride and made it his job to bring the young women to their climaxes time after time. It was one of the many things he excelled in, and suddenly he has no choice but to forget as his fingers began pumping in and out of the moaning girl beneath him.

"Oy, get a room, will you?" Crabbe guffawed outside of their heated compartment. Goyle was beside him, staring opened mouth with an impish grin on his face. "You couldn't have waited another twenty minutes before you had at it? C'mon, it's time to get off of the train."

Draco slid out and off of her, placing one chaste kiss on her cheek before rising to exit the train. "Accio, luggage," he murmured. "Do you have everything, Pansy?" he asked a bit louder.

"Yes," she replied as she stood up shakily and slid her small hand into his. Then why, Draco wondered, did it feel like something were missing?

A/N: Hello! Yes, another update! Review! Any suggestions? Comments? Feel free to tell me =D