Good Paula / Bad Paula
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK owns everything. Except my beautiful creation, Draco Elddir, of course. HE IS MINE!!!!!
(A/N: The title 'Good Paula/ Bad Paula' comes from the story 'Good Paula/ Bad Paula'. It is of how everyone has a good paula but the also have an equally bad paula. Some let their good paula rule them, others let bad paula suffice. Paula is an imaginary character deep inside you. If you show others your bad paula they may begin to think you are bad and vica verca. It's a bit childish I know, but I like it. And now! On to chapter One!)
' *** ' means change in narrators
# thinks #
Chapter One: Draco and Draco
I boarded the Hogwarts Express. "Bye Draco, darling!" I nodded back to my mother, Narcissa. To my embarrassment she was crying. # God! Parents can be so emotional! #
I heard my father saying proudly "My son's a prefect. Knew he would be…" # Get over it dad. #
I dumped my trunk on an empty seat down the prefect carriage. My eagle owl, Quasar, hooted indignantly as I dumped him next to it.
I left them and went of in search of my Slytherin mates. On the way there, I collided with someone.
"Watch where you're going!"
"I was!" The person snapped back. "You walked into me!"
Brushing myself off, I met eyes with which I'd bumped into. A small, delicate girl with a heart-shaped face dotted with freckles, big blue eyes and curly red hair that fell to her waist. Ginny Weasley.
She had obviously just caught sight of me too. She bit her lip, and averted her blue eyes away from my scathing gray ones. Picking up her trunk she brushed passed me.
Belatedly, I called after her "Thanks a lot, Weasel! Now I have to go and wash off your blood traitor dirt that got on me!"
I saw the fifth year hurry along, her fiery hair hiding her facial expression. I hoped she was crying!
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I clambered onto the Hogwarts train. No one called a tear full farewell, or gave me a good bye hug. Well, I was alone so I suppose that was expected. I flicked my blond hair out of my eyes and smirked.
# Where to sit? # I scanned the empty carriage. The only occupants were a trunk haphazardly tossed onto a seat and a sleeping eagle owl. Curiously, I read the nametag on the expensive trunk…Draco Malfoy.
Satisfied, I sat opposite the trunk and the owl. # I should get an owl- they're useful. Maybe I will. # Opening my own, brand new trunk, I took out a well- thumbed book. 'DoppelGänger: The Art of Imitation'. It was a good read. # Bloody useful, too. #
The carriage door slid open. I looked up from my book. Smiling, I slid the paperback into the front pocket of my trunk. "Hi," I said confidently. "My name's Draco."
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(A/N: Well, I'm quite pleased with that! Please read & review! It's tipping it down- ahhhh, so refreshing! I had breakfast out in the rain this morning, under our garden feature (a sort of table w/ 2 benches and roof) Will finish reading 'Cat Scratches and Cuts' by Ace Of Spades- it's brilliant! Must go now, byeee! Peace n Luv, MeEm xxx)