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The train station was bustling with the morning traffic. Everywhere, Muggles were rushing, hurrying about their lives. Draco couldn't stand it. He rubbed his arm where one pushy Muggle had bumped into him. It was disgusting!
A group of Muggle teenagers was watching him, challenging him with their eyes. Before he could fight them, Draco's mother grabbed his arm.
"Don't you go near any of those... creatures," she hissed. "I want to get through to the train as soon as possible."
Sighing, Draco reached for the inside pocket of his robes to pull out his worry stoned, then realized he wasn't wearing any robes. He was wearing Muggle clothes, khakis and a sweater. Luckily they reached the barrier before he could go insane.
Crabbe and Goyle were standing there waiting. Draco scanned the crowd, looking for someone else, but if he was somewhere amongst the crowds of excited students and weeping parents, Draco could not see him.
"C'mon Crabbe, Goyle." The two boys picked up the three trunks and followed their leader. After finding an empty compartment and putting the trunks down, the three boys went looking for some of their other Slytherin friends.
They had passed three compartments when Draco suddenly stopped. Harry was alone in the next compartment, holding some weird Muggle contraption that was also attached to his ears. Oblivious to the three boys watching him, Harry kicked to the side, twirled on the ball of his foot, the shimmied to the left. "Backstreet's back! Alright!"
'He's so sexy when he does that,' Draco thought. Out loud he said, "What the hell are you doing?" while curling his lip into a sneer.
"Just listening to some Muggle music," Harry said, smiling disarmingly. Ah, how he love that smile; Draco's heart melted but his face never lost its glare.
"Nice dance moves, Potter," he said sarcastically. "Keep on practicing." Crabbe and Goyle laughed obediently at their leader's words.
"Hullo, Malfoy," Ron spat, coming up behind him.
"Hello, Weasel," Draco replied, his voice just as cold. "Come on Crabbe, Golye. We have better places to be than here." Draco stalked off, feeling Ron and Harry's eyes glaring holes into his back.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. We especially liked the one from ... ....:...:...: , very interesting. Elvie, if you're reading this, please review!
The train station was bustling with the morning traffic. Everywhere, Muggles were rushing, hurrying about their lives. Draco couldn't stand it. He rubbed his arm where one pushy Muggle had bumped into him. It was disgusting!
A group of Muggle teenagers was watching him, challenging him with their eyes. Before he could fight them, Draco's mother grabbed his arm.
"Don't you go near any of those... creatures," she hissed. "I want to get through to the train as soon as possible."
Sighing, Draco reached for the inside pocket of his robes to pull out his worry stoned, then realized he wasn't wearing any robes. He was wearing Muggle clothes, khakis and a sweater. Luckily they reached the barrier before he could go insane.
Crabbe and Goyle were standing there waiting. Draco scanned the crowd, looking for someone else, but if he was somewhere amongst the crowds of excited students and weeping parents, Draco could not see him.
"C'mon Crabbe, Goyle." The two boys picked up the three trunks and followed their leader. After finding an empty compartment and putting the trunks down, the three boys went looking for some of their other Slytherin friends.
They had passed three compartments when Draco suddenly stopped. Harry was alone in the next compartment, holding some weird Muggle contraption that was also attached to his ears. Oblivious to the three boys watching him, Harry kicked to the side, twirled on the ball of his foot, the shimmied to the left. "Backstreet's back! Alright!"
'He's so sexy when he does that,' Draco thought. Out loud he said, "What the hell are you doing?" while curling his lip into a sneer.
"Just listening to some Muggle music," Harry said, smiling disarmingly. Ah, how he love that smile; Draco's heart melted but his face never lost its glare.
"Nice dance moves, Potter," he said sarcastically. "Keep on practicing." Crabbe and Goyle laughed obediently at their leader's words.
"Hullo, Malfoy," Ron spat, coming up behind him.
"Hello, Weasel," Draco replied, his voice just as cold. "Come on Crabbe, Golye. We have better places to be than here." Draco stalked off, feeling Ron and Harry's eyes glaring holes into his back.