Platform 9 3/4 and the Hogwarts Express are beyond crowded, full of excited teenagers ready to embark on another year at the magical school located in the Scottish Highlands. Despite all that occurred in the previous year, students happily bound towards the place He Who Must Not Be Named was allegedly seen last. They seem so careless despite the gravity they were in. But why should they be anxious? After all, it is a hoax, isn't it? A myth. A lie the famous Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore conjured out of thin air.
As more compartment doors start to close, the clicking of light heels becomes more audible and a light humming soothed the chaotic atmosphere. Suddenly, the sounds stop, and a compartment door slides open.
"...and then my father- Ariadne!" a boy with dark skin greets the girl standing at the compartment entrance.
"Hello to you too Blaise," Ariadne replies, a playful smile on her face. She nods in greeting to the rest of Blaise's companions before motioning him to move towards the window, leaving her a spot on the train's bench. "So, how were everyone's summers?"
A brunette girl sitting diagonally from Ariadne replies first, "Mediocre at best. My family and I visited Italy and that bloody weather might as well have killed me. It was always hot and makes you calmy all over. This one time, this tub of tomato sauce-"
As the girl, known to her peers as Pansy, drones on, Ariadne glanced at the person sitting across from her. He was as disinterested in the conversation as she was, his pale skin pressed against the glass door, his eyes scanning the book in front of him. Sensing eyes on him, the platinum blonde lifts his head to meet Ariadne's deep brown eyes. She gave a slight smirk before turning back to Pansy.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad. I mean the architecture must have made up some of the fowl things," Ariadne says in an attempt to stop the rambling, "What about you Draco?"
The boy from across places his book down, crosses his arms, and shrugs, "Nothing new."
"Still hung up about being turned into a ferret?" Blaise taunts.
Draco glares at him before returning to his book. Pansy leans towards Draco as if she's trying to see what he was reading but, upon receiving a harsh glance from the boy, soon focuses her attention on Ariadne.
"So, how was your break?"
"Pleasent enough. The twins are starting this year and simply could not stop raving about it, and-" Ariadne is suddenly interrupted by a loud snap.
Draco had aggressively shut his book before promptly standing, "Ariadne, we have to go to our prefects meeting," he states briskly and emotionlessly.
As Ariadne begins to leave her seat, Blaise interrupts, "Wait, I thought your meeting was later."
"Dracy, don't leave if you don't have to," Pansy adds.
"It got moved up."
Ariadne waves a quick goodbye to her friends before following her fellow Prefect down the halls, her heels clacking on the floors once again. But instead of heading into the Prefects compartment, they walked into the boy's washroom.
Inside, a first-year is rinsing his hands but gets shoved outside by Draco as Ariadne walked in. She watches as the first-year scuttered away and raised an eyebrow at Draco.
Without hesitation, Draco steps towards the raven-haired beauty and slams his lips onto hers, hard and long, caressing her plump cheeks.
Breaking for air, Draco whispers next to Ariadne's ear, "I've missed you."
Ariadne laughs lightly, teasing Draco's hair, "Of course you did. I've missed me too."
"God, I've love that laugh," He says before swooping back down to guide his tongue to Ariadne's.
Though they had always been close friends, it wasn't until the end of their fourth year that they started to meet romantically. They have kept their relationship quiet from others, but it isn't because they are ashamed or that their families wouldn't approve - they are both from pure, wealthy families. There are just some things that the couple would rather keep to themselves. It is their's only and no one else's.
Backing up slowly, Draco gently rotates Ariadne, trapping her between his lips and the cool, tiled walls.
"You know," Ariadne starts as Draco traces his lips around and down her rosy lips, "we're actually about to be late to the Prefects meeting."
"They can start without us," Draco mutters, lightly tickling the girl in front of him.
Ariadne attempts to suppress her laugh but to no avail, "I'm serious; we have to go now."
"Just a few more minutes."
"Draco, we really have to go now."
Groaning Draco stares into Ariadne's eyes, "Fine, but you owe me."
Smirking, Ariadne pushes herself off the wall, fixes her appearance, blows Draco a kiss, and walks out, her hips swaying ever so slightly. Draco lets out a breath and brushes his hand through his messy, platinum blonde hair before following Ariadne out the washroom, down the narrow hallway, and into a larger compartment.
When he enters, the other Prefects, including Ariadne, are already sitting, listening to the Head Girl intently.
"Malfoy, nice of you to join us," the Head Boy says with a sour tone.
Draco sneers before slumping into a seat towards the back, watching Ariadne twirling a strand of hair instead of paying attention.