Tripping and Falling
Part Two: On the Train
By. Chrissy
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Isabelle was sitting in her cabin reading "Hogwarts: A History" when she heard the door slide open. She took a quick glance up to see who had entered and dropped her book in shock. Draco smiled, pleased with his father's work, and handed her the book, "Isabelle Parker, I am Draco Malfoy. Terribly sorry we weren't properly introduced last time we met." Isabelle smiled sweetly and set the book he'd just returned to her down on the seat next to her.
"That's okay, I'm glad your father set this up I wouldn't want to be stuck with some prat like Potter for the entire ride over." Isabelle said and Draco's smiled widened and brightened considerably and then turned into a smirk. She twirled a piece of her now curly hair around her finger. She changed fro straight to crimpy or wavy to curly every other week.
"How'd you know my father set this up?" Draco said wanting to know who her sources were that knew his fathers business.
"My aunt is one of your mother's best friends. Your dad told you mum who wrote about it to my aunt. Apparently you are supposed to be some sort of tour guide or informant or something." Isabelle gave him a tiny smile, "So tell me Draco, what does Hogwarts have to offer this particular transfer student?" She looked at him and noticed he was not nervous, or didn't appear to be. He looked totally calm and totally cute!
"Don't you think it is ridiculous that they're sorting me like a first year? I don't want those little babies to drool on me or anything...." Isabelle said and was somewhat sarcastic with the second part.
"I don't see why they just won't let you pick your own house. The only good thing about this school is the Potions class and the Quidditch team." Draco smirked when he saw her smile knowingly at his line about Quidditch and Snape's teaching. "Of course Slytherin team is the best team in the school but it is still rather amusing to see the losing team try to play."
"You are the seeker, or so my aunt has informed me..... Would you mind if I cheered for you at the first game?" Isabelle was flirting ever so subtly and so was Draco. Then she decided to ruin the moment, "My aunt also tells me Potter is a stuck up prat who never gets in trouble because he is famous."
Draco nodded and scowled, "He is always breaking rules, even gets prefects in on it. He's always gotten special treatment too. If he wasn't famous he would've been expelled by now." Isabelle nodded and said, "I figured as much."
"I can't wait to see you play Draco." Isabelle said. She didn't have the chance to say anymore because Hermione and Ron burst into their cabin. Isabelle recognized Hermione as the girl who was trying to pick a fight with some red headed girl at Flourish and Blott's.
"Not that we're sorry to interrupt your little chat Malfoy but as we were passing by we happened to hear you bad mouthing Harry. Must you always poison the new students?" Hermione drolled on. Ron put on an idiot grin and said, "Why ask him Herm? It is his only joy in life to ruin Harry's reputation and life."
Draco would've said something but Isabelle did first. She remained cool and confident the entire time and looked right up at them from where she sat looking utterly bored with them. "If you are going to continue talking about Draco and myself like we aren't sitting right in front of you, please do it else where. Plus that prat Potter is but an annoying and meager blip in Draco's life. He has many joys that you lot are too illiterate to comprehend."
Hermione looked very ruffled by the comment, "Malofy is an insufferable git who has no life but hates Harry!" And Ron replied with, "What does illiterate mean?"
Draco finally piped up, "And your only reason for living is to follow Potter, defend him, break rules for and with him, and sticking your heads up his arse. Potter is a prat so sod off!" Then he pushed them out of the room and locked the cabin door, "What losers....."
"I really hope I'm not in their house. Ugh, I cannot stand them! They're like an obsessive fan club or something...." Isabelle said that and it inspired a laugh from Draco, "What?" she asked.
"That's exactly what I call them, Potter's little fan club. Although it isn't too little it is basically the entire school except for Slytherins and Snape." Draco said and smirked as he heard Isabelle giggle sweetly. He didn't usually go for sweet girls, but she was a different story, he knew she only appeared to be sweet but she had some actual depth to her.
Isabelle stood up to close the curtains of the windows closed and the train lurched forward and flung her onto Draco. They both blushed furiously and Isabelle apologized and closed the curtains. When she sat down they returned to talking and continued to do so until they were in the Great Hall and she had to get in line.