J is for Journey.

Inspired by: Too Easy - OneRepublic. Love the song.

Autumn wind turns again
The days are warm, start to fade
All that's here is still the same
Memories fall like rain

Okay, read it. Enjoy.

The train clicked over the tracks, creating a continuous thudding sound that was so disturbing that it kept me from my attempt at sleep.

I look out the window at the Scottish countryside and the fading, autumn leaves. The rain was pouring steadily against the window and it was steaming up at my close range, my knees up at my chest and my cloak wrapped tightly around my body.

I heard the roll of the apartment door and looked up to see Granger walk in slowly, the bags underneath her eyes so evident that it stirred something, deep in the pit of my stomach. Was that sympathy? No, Draco Malfoy wasn't a sympathetic creature, in any way. He just wasn't.

She barely acknowledged him with a nod and sat on the opposite seat from him, crossing her legs and resting her head on the window, her eyes looking wistfully out the window, her white teeth gently biting her lip.

Draco blinked and looked away; he shouldn't be watching her this closely. He wondered why she was so tired.

"I heard you got Head Boy," came her quiet voice.

"Yeah. You got Head Girl, big surprise," I said sarcastically.

She smiled, "Don't say I don't deserve it."

My smile faded, "I know that you deserve it a hell of a lot more than I deserve being Head Boy. In fact, I don't deserve it at all."

"You do," she said, "You've got good grades and when you get past the house rivalry prejudice and all that, you're not that bad."

"Thanks Granger, I suppose that means a lot coming from you."

"And you changed sides. That takes courage, knowing that you might be disliked even by the side that you're joining. You joined the light side, the prevailing side."

"Too late," my voice cracked.

She stood up and sat next to me, her small body omitting a warmth that made my skin tingle. Her pale, small hand reached for mine and she clasped them both, looking up with an intensity that would make Weaselbee cower.

Outside the window, the fiery autumn leaves fell, and the bright green pastures whizzed by, the rain still pouring on, as our journey neared its end.

But another journey was just beginning.

There probably won't be an update for a few days. Desole.

Review, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.