A/N: I really need a beta... or I need to get off my but and buy Microsoft office for my new computer. SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES HERE! THEY WILL BE EDITED AND FIXED AT A LATER DATE!

A/N2: You are being spoiled. I will not be posting like this all the time. Jeez. Four chapters in two days... wow.

"Addie, darling, Wake up." I blinked slowly, my hazel eyes bleary with seep as my mother gently shook my arm. "Clear your eyes, sweet pea. You need to get ready for the train."

I sat up with sudden alertness. I was going to Hogwarts today. Mother giggled at me as I rushed about my room, slipping my dress over my head and yanking on my outfit. My wild black curls were pulled into a quick plait and I slipped on my shoes. In no time, I was ready to go to school. James had said his goodbyes the day before as he was taking a field trip to Ireland with his governess so goodbyes were rather simple. Hugs with a promise to write.

When we arrived at the train station, it was easy to spot Lucius in the crowd. His hair was quite obvious. He was standing with his parents and he glanced to the side, probably feeling me watch him. He looked away as soon as we made eye contact and I smirked.

Just after this mother began to hug and kiss me forcibly, insisting I write every day, in which I comprimised, "Every week, mum, I swear."

Father kissed my forehead and looked me in the eye, "I'm so proud of you, little girl."

I threw my arms around him, lettting him get away wth calling me that because it would be months before I saw him again, "I love you, daddy."

He reluctantly let me go and sent me off to the train. I was just beginning to get irritated by the fact that my trunk was too large to put up by myself and had decided to push it up instead of lifting when a throat was cleared behind me. I blushed and faced the person, blushing more when I realized who it was. Lucius was smirking at me and my attempts.

"Hello, Potter." I composed myself.

"Malfoy." He smirked again.

"Would you like some assistance?" I nodded, still slightly embarassed, I moved to take one side and he waved me away, "I've got it."

He pulled out his wand and my face became even more flushed. I'd forgotten my ablility to do magic. He said a simple levitation spell and put it up along with his own things before seating himself on the bench I'd occupied as he did so. At the questioning glance I gave him, he shrugged.

"If no one else joins us, I will move, but the train has yet to leave the station. Also, a couple of my aquaintences might join us still." I frowned at him.

"Why are you speaking so formally? It isn't as if we are at some formal event, Malfoy." I sat back and then faced him again, looking just to his left, "Also, thank you for helping me. I'd forgotten we hadn't been told not to use our wands yet."

He simply smirked, causing me to want to smack the expression off him for it again. After the train took off from the station, he moved across the way and began to read the book I hadn't noticed he had. I sighed as I realized that I'd forgotten to bring one along for the train. I then looked at him and got an idea. I sighed louder. After about the fifth sigh, he snapped the book shut.

He glared, "What do you want?"

I smiled at him brightly and almost missed the slight blush that I earned in response, "I want to play a game."

He rolled his eyes, "What kind of game could we possibly play on the train. I didn't see any gobstones, exploding snap would be dangerous in the small space we are in, and there is no table for wizard's chess."

He opened his book and began to read again, thinking I'd forget about it, "Not that kind of game, Malfoy."

He sighed, "If I agree to play one round of this game, will you let me read in peace?"

I nodded, "I solemnly swear it."

He nodded and sat the book aside, "What exactly is the game you have in mind?"

"It's called 'the Question Game'. The rules are quite simple. We take turns asking the other questions about themselves and after each of us has asked ten questions, the game ends." He frowned.

"Why do you want to play this?" I smiled at him.

"It's a good way to make friends. I'll start us off. What is your favorite book?" He looked a bit offput.

"'The Founders of Hogwarts, a brief history' by Elroyian Marchen." He then returned to looking uncomfortable, "Why do you want to be my friend?"

I smiled gently at him, "Because I think you're a good person, Lucius Malfoy. Why did you have to ask?"

He looked away from me, "I've never had one before."

I looked at him and something occured to me. In the environment he'd grown up in, he'd probably not had any real oppertunity for friends. That he'd lived that way, similar to the way Draco had been raised, made me a bit sad.

Before I could comment, he spoke, "What is your favorite book?"

I smiled, "'Hogwarts, a History', Marchen is quite brilliant, isn't he Malfoy?"

He looked at me for a long moment, "Lucius. Call me Lucius."

I grinned at him, "Then you can call me Addie. It's reserved for friends and family only."

That was the first time he smiled at me.