"Yes you are." came a voice. It was Potter.
"What do you want scar face?"
"There aren't any compartments left, so we're stuck here."
"We're?" asked Draco.
"Yes." replied Harry and Bella entered the compartment.
"Hey!" said Christina, and Bella immediately sat down next to her. Both boys watched the girls talking and laughing at high speed.
"That's just wrong." said Draco.
"Yeah…" said Harry. "It's like God and the Devil having tea and crumpets."
"Oh like you've never had tea with Voldemort, Potter."
"Ok, one, I'm not God. And two, well, I won't deny Voldemort's the devil…" said Harry.
"Well if your not God, Potter, then how come I heard Weasley screaming 'Oh God oh God!' when you were in that broom closet together?" asked Draco.
"Why did we sit in here? I would have sat in the hallway." said Harry.
"We'll be there in a few hours, just deal." said Bella. Harry and Draco looked at each other, then scooted in the opposite direction.
"This is going to be fun…" said Christina. "I can tell."
"Don't try any of your funny shit, Locke. I'm not in the mood."
"Aw, not your time of the month?"
"That's sick."
"You're sick."
"You're a bitch." Christina tilted her head to the side.
"Aww thank you Draco. I am indeed, a bitch. Ruthless too, so don't be surprised if your missing something when you wake up tomorrow morning."
"Whoa, what the hell?" said Harry. "You're actually sleeping with this thing?" he pointed at Draco. Christina had an idea. She elbowed Bella.
"Why, yes. You didn't know?" she said.
"Yeah, where have you been Harry?" said Bella.
"Ok, I don't know where I was when you did that, but-" Draco began. Christina flashed him the death glare and he started over. "Oh yeah. Geez Potter, I thought you kept track of who was burning up the beds."
"He's good too, you know." said Christina. Draco smirked.
"She's into whips and chains. You know, Potter, bondage. Have you ever tried hanging from the ceiling-"
"I'm not hearing this. I'm not hearing this." said Harry, covering his ears.
"Don't worry Harry, we're just yanking your chain."
"Is that some other sexual fettish of yours? Yanking the chain?" Draco fell off the couch he and Harry were sharing.
"No, Harry," said Bella. "It's like saying your just kidding."
"Oh. So you really didn't…"
"No. Not that I know of." said Christina. Draco stopped laughing.
"I don't rape people." he said.
"Sure you don't." said Christina.
"Can we change the subject please?" asked Harry.
"Sure. How about, 'Where's that damn weasel you carry around everywhere?'" asked Draco.
"He's with Hermione. She's quite bitchy lately."
"When you say lately, Potter, you mean always, right?" said Draco.
"Shut it, Malfoy. I don't know what's wrong with her. It's quite scary."
"Granger is scary in general." said Draco.
"Ok enough. We don't need her finding out we trashed her for 3 hours." said Christina.
"Ooh but it's so fun!" whined Bella.
"Even your girlfriend hates Granger." said Draco to Harry. Harry flushed.
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Yeah and she's not my sex slave." said Draco pointing to Christina.
"I thought we changed the subject," said Harry turning pale.
"We did. He's just a horny adolescent. Can we blame him?" said Christina.
"Yes." everyone said at once. They laughed and began talking about different things.
"The blue is better than the red." said Christina.
"You're wrong. Red is the best." said Draco.
"Kool aid in general is good." said Harry.
"Yeah. I mean, sugar, water, whats not to like?" added Bella.
"Blue is still better."
"Red could kick blue's ass any day." said Draco.
"I'd like to see red try." said Christina.
"Ok let's stop, I'm really not up for arguing over oddly delicious muggle drinks.." said Draco. They continued discussing random topics until the train stopped and they unloaded into King's Cross.
"Good. My parents must have gotten my owl. I don't see them here. Oh shit!" she yelled as she ducked behind Draco. "Hide me!"
"What do you want scar face?"
"There aren't any compartments left, so we're stuck here."
"We're?" asked Draco.
"Yes." replied Harry and Bella entered the compartment.
"Hey!" said Christina, and Bella immediately sat down next to her. Both boys watched the girls talking and laughing at high speed.
"That's just wrong." said Draco.
"Yeah…" said Harry. "It's like God and the Devil having tea and crumpets."
"Oh like you've never had tea with Voldemort, Potter."
"Ok, one, I'm not God. And two, well, I won't deny Voldemort's the devil…" said Harry.
"Well if your not God, Potter, then how come I heard Weasley screaming 'Oh God oh God!' when you were in that broom closet together?" asked Draco.
"Why did we sit in here? I would have sat in the hallway." said Harry.
"We'll be there in a few hours, just deal." said Bella. Harry and Draco looked at each other, then scooted in the opposite direction.
"This is going to be fun…" said Christina. "I can tell."
"Don't try any of your funny shit, Locke. I'm not in the mood."
"Aw, not your time of the month?"
"That's sick."
"You're sick."
"You're a bitch." Christina tilted her head to the side.
"Aww thank you Draco. I am indeed, a bitch. Ruthless too, so don't be surprised if your missing something when you wake up tomorrow morning."
"Whoa, what the hell?" said Harry. "You're actually sleeping with this thing?" he pointed at Draco. Christina had an idea. She elbowed Bella.
"Why, yes. You didn't know?" she said.
"Yeah, where have you been Harry?" said Bella.
"Ok, I don't know where I was when you did that, but-" Draco began. Christina flashed him the death glare and he started over. "Oh yeah. Geez Potter, I thought you kept track of who was burning up the beds."
"He's good too, you know." said Christina. Draco smirked.
"She's into whips and chains. You know, Potter, bondage. Have you ever tried hanging from the ceiling-"
"I'm not hearing this. I'm not hearing this." said Harry, covering his ears.
"Don't worry Harry, we're just yanking your chain."
"Is that some other sexual fettish of yours? Yanking the chain?" Draco fell off the couch he and Harry were sharing.
"No, Harry," said Bella. "It's like saying your just kidding."
"Oh. So you really didn't…"
"No. Not that I know of." said Christina. Draco stopped laughing.
"I don't rape people." he said.
"Sure you don't." said Christina.
"Can we change the subject please?" asked Harry.
"Sure. How about, 'Where's that damn weasel you carry around everywhere?'" asked Draco.
"He's with Hermione. She's quite bitchy lately."
"When you say lately, Potter, you mean always, right?" said Draco.
"Shut it, Malfoy. I don't know what's wrong with her. It's quite scary."
"Granger is scary in general." said Draco.
"Ok enough. We don't need her finding out we trashed her for 3 hours." said Christina.
"Ooh but it's so fun!" whined Bella.
"Even your girlfriend hates Granger." said Draco to Harry. Harry flushed.
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Yeah and she's not my sex slave." said Draco pointing to Christina.
"I thought we changed the subject," said Harry turning pale.
"We did. He's just a horny adolescent. Can we blame him?" said Christina.
"Yes." everyone said at once. They laughed and began talking about different things.
"The blue is better than the red." said Christina.
"You're wrong. Red is the best." said Draco.
"Kool aid in general is good." said Harry.
"Yeah. I mean, sugar, water, whats not to like?" added Bella.
"Blue is still better."
"Red could kick blue's ass any day." said Draco.
"I'd like to see red try." said Christina.
"Ok let's stop, I'm really not up for arguing over oddly delicious muggle drinks.." said Draco. They continued discussing random topics until the train stopped and they unloaded into King's Cross.
"Good. My parents must have gotten my owl. I don't see them here. Oh shit!" she yelled as she ducked behind Draco. "Hide me!"