Disclaimer: Again, nothing is mine really. Obviously.
Platform 9 and ¾ was packed as usual. The flurry of students were pushing themselves onto the Hogwarts Express, pushing past Draco as if he weren't there. This upset him to the point where he had to growl at an innocent looking little first year.
He probably would have continued doing this, but again, someone caught his eye. It was Abby, and she was making her way onto the train. The older man with her must have been her father. He had dark brown hair but seemed to be balding. For a moment, Draco considered following her. Then he remembered he should wait for Crabbe and Goyle. Where were they anyway? He hadn't seen them all summer.
Then he saw them. Three of them. Wait.. three? Milicent Bulstrode? Since when did she hang out with them? Then Draco noticed the revolting googly eyes Milicent was making towards Goyle. This was completely disgusting. Draco wasn't going to sit in a compartment with two lovesick gorillas. And Crabbe.
He ducked out of view and crouched along behind a group of parents. He made his way towards an entrance onto the train and passed a group of kids hugging their parents goodbye. Draco stowed his trunk and got on the train. Alone. What did you expect? A kiss from his daddy? Nope. Daddy is in Azkaban. Stupid Potter.
He walked along the train's corridor. Full compartment. Full compartment. Weasley and Potter's compartment. No way in hell he'd join them. Especially without his two thuggish cronies to save his arse. He continued down the compartment, not bothering to toy with Potter. Full compartment. Full compartment. Abby's compartment. Hmm.
Draco grinned and turned back. "Mind if I sit here?"
Abby looked up. "Not at all. Go ahead."
Draco plopped on the seat across from her and stared out the window. Most of the students had now gotten onto the train. Draco checked his watch. It was 10:53. Almost time. Something that Draco had been wondering finally came to mind again.
"Have you been Sorted yet? Er— do you know what Sorting is?" he asked, unsure.
Abby chuckled. "Yeah, I know what it is. But no, I haven't."
"Any idea where you, ehm, want to be Sorted into?" he asked again, secretly hoping her answer would be Slytherin. This year might be more interesting than he thought…
She tucked her hair behind her ear. It looked redder than it had in Diagon Alley. "I'm not so sure. Although Hufflepuff doesn't really appeal to me. Neither does Ravenclaw."
Draco grinned. He watched as she stared out the window. Her hair looked longer too…
"Are you, by any chance, a Metamorphmagus?" He shifted in his seat and leaned forward a bit.
She grinned mysteriously. "Yeah, I am actually. You noticed quickly. I didn't even change my appearance that much."
Uh oh. Down boy. Don't make it so obvious that you've been looking her over like a dog. Pfft. As if he hasn't practically announced it already.
"It just looks longer is all. So, what do you think about Slytherin?" Changing the subject might be good.
Abby shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it. I take it that's your house?" She pointed to his robes which were lying beside him.
Draco nodded, attempting a friendly… smirk. Didn't work. Instead he decided to stare out the window. The train was beginning to move, so he'd have a change of scenery. Right. This was his seventh time leaving this station. What was new to look at?
What if she ended up in Gryffindor? Would he just.. give up? He'd been looking forward to having a little challenge in his last year at Hogwarts.
"I heard about your father," she said, still looking out of the window. Her green eyes looked even brighter with the red tint of her hair.
If she was about to insult his father he might have to throw his shoe at her. Okay, maybe something lighter than a shoe…
"I'm sorry about that," she grinned again after she spoke. It was always mysterious smile.
"Don't be. I'm pretty sure I'll be seeing him soon." He matched her grin with his own trademark smirk. "So maybe you will be in Slytherin, after all.." he added daringly.
She chuckled softly. "I guess we'll see. Although, even if I ended up in Hufflepuff, it wouldn't shape my future." She raised an eyebrow at the disbelieving look on Draco's face.
"I guess we'll see," he said.
Secretly, he was hoping that she'd just end up in Slytherin and make things easier.
The train was finally pulling to a stop. Draco had already changed and so had Abby. Her robes had the Hogwarts crest sewn onto them. Part of him didn't want them to get off the train. Then she'd have to be Sorted. Maybe if he just grabbed her and started kissing her, they could stay on the train. She wouldn't be a Slytherin, but she wouldn't be anything else either. Just Abby. Just extremely mysterious, attractive, perfectly-curved Abby. They could have sex on the train. Right. Draco's hopes were a bit out there. But hey, he was male. He couldn't help himself. Harry Potter might even have the same problems…
Finally he stepped off of the train. He groaned as he walked towards the horseless carriages. He heard a small "Ohp!" from behind him, and turned around to see Abby getting helped up by… Potter. Saint Potter. She must have tripped when she was stepping off the train. Draco could've helped her up. He just.. wasn't there at the time. Right. As if anyone could see Draco helping someone up.
He cursed quietly to himself and climbed into a carriage. Crabbe, Goyle, and Milicent had followed him shortly after. Draco hated the fact that they'd finally found him. He had to endure a short ride to Hogwarts castle that seemed like an eternity of watching Animal Planet.
When he finally got out of the carriage he lost the three animals again in the crowd. Draco watched as Abby stepped out of a carriage behind his. Professor McGonagall was striding quickly up to her. He watched as Abby nodded and followed the elderly woman into the castle and down a different corridor. Perhaps she was being sorted privately?
Draco decided to endure the Welcoming Feast sitting with the two big goons, one of which was making odd noises next to Milicent. The sound of Goyle giggling is enough to give someone nightmares.
Draco's appetite wasn't very big. He spent the entire time moving his food around with his fork, and listening to the other Slytherins making jokes about Gryffindors. They were lame compared to his own. Which means they were pretty bad.
Suddenly the doors to the Great Hall opened. McGonagall walked in.. accompanied by… nobody. Abby wasn't there. The brief and quiet inquisition from the students disappeared when they didn't see anything out of the ordinary. But Draco was wondering where she was. Did the professors think it best for her to eat dinner in McGonagall's office? Maybe he'd see her in the morning, in his common room. Or perhaps sitting at the same table at breakfast. Or maybe she'd be in a different house. Maybe she'd be in Gryffindor.