Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters/settings, etc. Just the plot. But can I buy Draco? PLEASE?!?!? No? Fine. I'll just write about him then….*evil grin*
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews! Even 3 reviews is a huge number to me, and I got 7 on my other one (6 taking away my own, LoL) and that means a lot to me. Thank you all! Reviewers of this story are: casper (thank you for the review dahling! You've always been there to offer me support, so thank you!) SoccerAngel (LoL, I'm glad you liked it, that's cool. I love Crabbe and Goyle, they're so painfully stupid it's hysterical, so you'll be seeing a lot of dumb C&G in this ficcy) and last but def. not least (as you were my FIRST reviewer, YAY!) Slash Junkie (errmmm…I knid of need my head for this, but I get your point, LoL. Thanks!)
And now, onto Harry Potter goodness…
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"Ah, this is compartment looks good!" Ron said gleefully, flopping down on a seat and stretching his legs out comfortably. "Empty, just like we like it, eh?" He grinned and opened a small money bag that was hidden discreetly in his trunk. It slipped out of his fumbling hands and out spilled a small mound of gleaming Galleons.
"Ron!" Hermione said disapprovingly. "Where on earth did you get all that money?" Ron laughed as he stooped down to pick up the coins.
"Took a leaf out of Fred and George's book…I invented a sweet you see, for their new shop?" He ignored the stunned looks on Harry and Hermione's faces.
"So they're actually doing it then?" Harry said interested, sitting across from Ron.
"You thought they were joking?" Ron raised his eyebrow. "OK, well you obviously did, but the point is, they weren't, and they're opening it soon. Matter of fact, with that money you gave them last year, they're buying the Shrieking Shack." Hermione's jaw dropped.
"But…how could they….isn't that-"
"Perfectly legal Herms." Ron popped a Chocolate Frog in his mouth. "So anyway, I made this really fab chocolate, I call them 'Heavenly Helpers'." Harry snorted and Ron threw him an annoyed glance. "Think it's funny? OK then, go ahead and try one." He tossed Harry a dark brown chocolate wrapped in translucent blue paper. Harry looked at it doubtfully.
"Errr…"
"Oh just try it Harry!" Hermione said shrilly, surprising them both to no end. Harry grinned and popped it in his mouth. Hermione held her breath while Ron smirked across from them, watching Harry closely.
" 's brilliant Ron!" Harry said through his full mouth. "In fact, I-" he stopped and gave an almighty belch. Hermione gasped in surprise and Ron burst out laughing. "Ron you pig!" Harry said, having swallowed the candy. Ron chuckled.
"Fred and George had their greatest success with them at our Auntie Mildred's wedding. Old bat must be nearly seventy now," he said, still laughing. "Put a chocolate by everybody's place setting and before you know it-" he stopped, unable to continue for the tears rolling down his cheeks. Harry and Hermione glared at him for a second before bursting out into hysterics as well.
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"Oh look, the train's moving!" Hermione said five minutes later.
"Brilliant observation Hermione," Ron said sarcastically. She glared at him and then waved out the window to someone.
"Who're you waving at?" Harry asked, eating an Every Flavor Bean. "Mmm…earwax…" Ron and Hermione gave him a strange look and he blushed.
"Ignoring that comment, it's Viktor, if you really have to know," Hermione said, flushing. Ron's expression made Harry laugh even more. He looked positively murderous.
"Is there room in here for one more?" came a lilting voice, and their heads turned.
"Gin!" Ron said in surprise. "I thought you were with your friends in that other compartment…" Ginny shrugged, but they could sense her discomfort.
"It was full," she said shortly, dumping her stuff near a window and sitting down. She tucked her leg under her and looked out the window. God, I can't wait to get to Hogwarts, she thought. Better than sitting here waiting….oh and the Feast, I can't wait to-
"Ginny?" Hermione asked, concerned. "You ok?" Ginny started, and then blushed. The insane amount of red was startling.
"Oh yeah, just you know….thinking about the Feast…" she looked out the window longingly. Ron laughed.
"That's our Gin, always on about the food!" Ginny glared at him and he winked. "I was just kidding you know!"
"Lucky you can still do that," Harry said glumly, looking at his shining Prefect badge.
"Harry!" Hermione said, sounding perfectly scandalized, clutching her own. "Being a Prefect is a great honor! In fact-"
"Do shut up Hermione," Ron said yawning. "We've heard it all before. Besides-" but he was cut short by the banging open of the train door.
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"Malfoy," Ron muttered under his breath, reflexively clutching his wand.
Draco sneered. "Not to worry Ronniekins, I'll be out of here soon enough." Ron snarled.
Stupid nickname! I told the twins over and over that it would get around! Damn them, Ron thought bitterly.
"Then get out," Harry said, sitting back down.
"Don't think I will, Potter," Draco said offhandedly. "No, I think I like it here. Nice car." He sat down next to Ginny, who looked positively terrified, but didn't move. Draco glanced at her and stopped. Who the hell is this? A transfer? I don't remember anyone with red hair being this hot-AAAAAGH red hair! A Weasley! Ginny looked at him strangely.
"Why is your face changing like that Mal-ferret?" Hermione asked, giggling. Draco shot her a deadly glare.
"My face can change if it likes," he said simply, and to their horror, opened his trunk and ate a Chocolate Frog.
"So you really are going to stay," Ron said bleakly.
"Yes Weasley, I really am going to stay," Draco smirked.
"Well, if you're doing it to annoy us, then it's working, Congratulations. Now leave," Harry said casually.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"N-"
"Oh just shut up will you? You're giving me a bloody headache!" Ginny grumbled, turning to the window.
Spunky…I like it. Whoa! This is a Weasley we're talking about, most definitely one of your arch nemesis' little sister for crying out loud! Draco reprimanded himself mentally.
"What the hell are you doing Malfoy?" Hermione said, looking at him as though he were in a straightjacket being carted away to St. Mungo's.
"Making your Mudblood life miserable," he said innocently. Hermione narrowed her eyes and took out her wand. Harry and Ron did the same, and Ginny sat there looking at Draco with pure hate in her big brown eyes. "What, going to attack me now?" Draco asked, sneering.
"Yes," Ron said, without hesitation. "I'm not a Prefect, I can do what I want to you Malfoy," he added, and Harry and Hermione put their wands down defeated.
"True," mused Draco. "But think again Weasley." Draco opened his robes to reveal a Prefect badge. They all gasped. "Surprised? Not as surprised as I was, I'll tell you that. Still, never mind…I'm a Prefect, and attacking me will definitely cost Gryffindor precious house points." Ron snarled and flung himself onto a seat, scowling for all he was worth.
Stupid Gryffindors and their house pride…they might not attack ME for fear of losing points, but God knows that I won't hesitate to make them miserable, Draco thought, smirking as always.
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Ten minutes later, Draco hadn't moved. All four of the people in the car with him sent him death glares every so often, but for the most part, ignored his existence. Draco took out Standard Book of Spells: Grade Five, and opened to a random page. He began reading on how to make your opponent's hair turn pink when the door slid open again. Startled, everyone in the car turned.
"Well now, this is the last place I would have expected you to be, Draco Malfoy," came the feminine voice. Inwardly, Draco groaned, and he closed the book. He looked up to see Pansy Parkinson, dressed in tight black Muggle flares and a red shirt, flanked by his own cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. They were knitting their thick black eyebrows together in confusion at seeing Draco with the Dream Team and little Ginny Weasley.
"Yes well, I'm just unpredictable then, aren't I Pansy?" he said boredly, but Pansy's dark eyes brightened at the acknowledgment.
"Very sexily mysterious," she purred, and Ron and Harry burst out laughing. Draco cringed, but remained aloof on the outside.
"Whatever Pansy." He looked over at Ron and Harry, who were still laughing, and Hermione who was looking outraged. Draco felt his mouth turn into an evil grin. It was common knowledge throughout Hogwarts that there was a Parkinson/Granger rivalry that was almost as great as the Weasley Potter Granger/Malfoy one. The last time they got into a fight, both were in the Hospital Wing sprouting Mandrake buds on their faces. Very unattractive. (A/N: So I added that. Big deal !:-P) "Say, Pansy, why don't you stay here with us? I'm sure they won't mind," he said, sneering. Hermione's face went into shock and Ron and Harry sat up, scowling. Ginny giggled behind her hand, and only Draco caught it. He almost smiled-don't do that! He reminded himself sternly.
Pansy smiled. "I'd love nothing more Draco," she said in what she hoped was a seductive tone, and she sat next to him. Crabbe and Goyle wavered near the door, not quite sure what to do.
"Oh just get in here you dolts!" Draco snapped and they hurried in, pushing past one another to try and be the first one in. Draco rolled his eyes and opened his book again.
Hermione groaned and opened her trunk rather violently. She pulled out Hogwarts, a History, which was now so frayed and worn that the ends were coming off. Ron eyed the book.
"Don't tell me you're going to read too!" he said in a moan. Hermione raised her eyebrow at him and he fell silent. No one argues with Hermione Granger when she's trying to read.
Across the room, Pansy smirked and clutched her wand in hand. God knows what that Granger hussy will try, she thought to herself warily. Behind them all, Crabbe and Goyle looked around for empty seats. Goyle ran uncoordinated to the end of the carriage and sat in an isolated seat. Crabbe looked around wildly, and found that the only available seat was next to Hermione. He grunted, and remained standing.
"Why don't we just leave?" Ron muttered to Harry. "This is bloody unbearable! I don't think I can stand it much longer, being in the same train carriage as Dumb, Dumber and Malfoy and his whore!" Harry laughed, but remained serious.
"Look, that's exactly what Malfoy wants. We're not backing down this time-and since I can't use magic to get the point across, this is it, ok? Just…bear with me for now." Ron groaned and leaned back, defeated.
And the train ride had only just begun.
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"Oof!" Every head turned at the abrupt interruption. Two figures were sprawled on the floor, grinning apologetically.
"Fred? George? What are you doing here?" Ron asked while helping them up. They dusted themselves off, almost in perfect coordination with each other.
"Sorry mate, we were running from Lee's tarantula," Fred said grinning.
Draco sneered. "Scared of an ickle spider then, are we?" George looked over and his expression darkened at the sight of a Malfoy. But he lightened it up soon enough.
"Not in the least. But I think you'd run if they hexed it to be radioactive, don't you?" George said, and Ginny giggled again. She was a very giggly sort, as you may have noticed. "Besides, that's Ron's area." After letting this detail slip, he covered his mouth. "Oops. Sorry Ron." Draco looked like he had just won the lottery.
"Weasley's scared of spiders?" he said gleefully. "How…touching."
"Shut it, Malfoy," Ron muttered, bright red. Pansy smirked, laughing.
"Anyway, we'd best be off then," Fred said (A/N" ha! Fred said…it rhymes! Err sorry bout that, will continue now!), turning to leave,
All of a sudden, the train stopped. Everyone was thrown across the carriage, and they all heard a long scream that was obviously Ginny's, and a "What the fuck?" from Draco. The lights went out, the doors closed. Harry leapt up and rattled the knob, trying to get it open.
No use. They were locked in there.
Author's Notes: ah, now this is where it gets interesting! I don't know if this can be classified as a cliffhanger, but it's something, anyway. I tried to make it longer and a little more interesting for all of you, and I hope I did that…review me please, as always, flames are welcomed. I have a cold, so maybe some fire could help me. Constructive criticism appreciated, compliments devoured like chocolate! **grins** thank you!
~Raven Black~