~*~ On the train ride home I sat alone in a compartment. Crabbe and Goyle followed at first but I needed time alone so I told them to leave me alone. I sat in the compartment looking out the window at the countryside racing by. I started thinking about my Mum. I was now an orphan. Or at least I might as well be. My father would never be let out of Azkaban and even if he were I would almost prefer living with the Weasley's. My father was cruel man. He had killed countless amounts of people just for his dark lord. The mass amount now included my mother. A small tear ran its path down my face. Another soon followed. I couldn't figure out why I was crying. I hadn't cried since my father had made me kill the puppy I had raised when I was 6. He said it would make me strong to please the dark lord. I heard the compartment door open and turned to see who was coming in. It was that Weasley girl. I wasn't quite sure of her name. What was it? Ginea? Ginger? Ginny! Oh, that's it. It didn't really matter all I knew was I wanted her out before she realized that I had been crying. It seems she had other plans.

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I was walking around the train trying to find a compartment to sit in alone or at least with very few people. I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and didn't want to talk. I came to the last compartment and opened the door. Malfoy was inside sitting against the window. He looked up as I opened the door and told me to leave. I told him I was not going to leave and proceeded to sit down on the bench across from him. He looked as if he had been crying but I didn't say anything. I simply sat and looked out the window wondering why I felt so terrible for the boy in front of me.

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She just came in and sat down. She didn't pay any attention to my threats and she didn't look scared like most of the other kids I talk to. It was like she didn't care. Maybe she didn't. I didn't know her and I didn't intend to get to know her. I went back to staring out the window but this time I was wondering why she didn't just leave when I told her to.

~*~ I looked at him through the corner of my eye. He had grown quite attractive over the past couple of years. He was no longer a pasty white but now more of a light tan, a color that given time in the sun could develop into a nice bronze. His hair was still light but now had a bit of a golden blonde hue. His eyes were what struck me the most. They were a passionate blue/silver. His eyes were troubled, understandably so having just lost both parents. I wonder where he is going to stay. He can't possible live all alone in the Malfoy Manor. He's only 16. He'll probably go live with the Parkinson's. Why do I even care? What do I care where he is going to stay as long as it's far away from me and my family. "So where are you going to stay?" Oh my god did I just say that out loud?

~*~ I heard her ask the question. Part of me was mad that she even asked it. Another part just wanted to talk to someone. Eventually that part won over. "Actually, I uh, I" God why is this so hard to say? "I got a letter this morning about that, from the Ministry." Come on and say it! You're a Malfoy you're not scared of saying things to a Weasley. "I'm actually staying with your family." The look of shock on her face almost made me smile. Then she looked angry. "All I did was ask you a question; you didn't have to lie to me." What? I didn't lie. That's exactly what I told her. She still had a look of disbelief on her face. Looking at her face I realized that she wasn't a little girl any more. She surely had the body of a woman. Her hair wasn't the same color as the other Weasley's either. It seems she had the color hair that her Grandmother had had. It was a darker red more of auburn than a fire red. Her skin looked soft...Wait did I just think that about a Weasley?

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Why would he say something like that? Everybody knew that the Malfoy's hated my family. Why would he say that he was staying with my family? Unless.no he wouldn't..but maybe.Mum always did have a nice thing to say about Narcissa Malfoy. It seems they used to be friends back before Narcissa was forced to marry Lucius. But that wouldn't make it so that he would stay with my family. It was far more likely that he would live with the Parkinson's or even Crabbe or Goyle's families. But mine.impossible...right? I wasn't even sure anymore. So I asked him again. "Where are you going to be staying?"

~*~ Starting to get more than a little aggravated I said again. "I am staying with your family. In the shack you seem to call your home." I know that wasn't the nicest thing to say to a girl I was going to have to live with until I was legally of age but my mouth seemed to often have a mind of its own. She looked slightly taken aback. Then she just looked angry. "You know I have always tried to be nice to you. I was going to try even more so now because you just lost your parents. Maybe I was even going to forgive you for always being rude to my brothers my friends and to me, but you are still rude. Maybe some people just don't deserve kindness after a while. Maybe eventually you just have to give up." I was slightly shocked at what she said. I sat there thinking about it for a moment. She had a point. She was the only person who had never said a mean thing to me. Not even after I had gotten into fights with her brother. I sat thinking while she looked out the window again. I could hear her counting slowly under her breath.

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I was mad but I almost felt bad about yelling at him. I had seen the rejection in his eyes more than once. They always looked the worst after he came home from a holiday. His eyes dripped in loneliness. That was one thing I had that very few people knew about. I could see into people through their eyes. I couldn't always tell what was going on but I knew what they were feeling and I could normally make an educated guess. I slowly counted to 10 then turned to him. "I'm sorry." He didn't deserve the apology from me but I could tell it surprised him. I would bet all the money in Gringotts that he had heard that phrase less than 5 times in his life. "I shouldn't have lost my temper so fast with you, although it is characteristic of my family that doesn't make it right."

~*~ I stared at her for minute trying to understand what just happened. She had said I'm sorry. That must have been the first time I heard those words except the time when my mum apologized to me for the puppy incident. That was 10 years ago. I knew that I must have looked like an idiot just staring at her so I turned my gaze out the window and we remained silent for the rest of the trip home.

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I woke up just in time to see the train pulling into the station. I looked across at my traveling companion only to see he was gone. Wondering where he went I get my stuff together and walked towards the train doors.

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About a half hour of staring out the window I noticed a soft and steady breathing from across the train compartment. She was asleep. She looked like an angel. Whoa, where did that come from? Weasley's do not look like angels, female or not. I decided to take a walk to clear my mind. Fortunately for me the train only had about 15 minutes before it would pull into the station.

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I spotted Mum as soon as I got off the train. Fred and George were with her as well. A flurry of hugs soon followed. Ron ran to us as soon as he got off Harry and Hermione in tow. We were all set to go but still Mum waited. She spoke softly to us. "I expect you have all heard about Draco Malfoy's parents by now." We all nodded. "It seems that his mother put in her will that she would like to have him come live with our family if anything was to happen to him. I expect you -all- to treat him as one of the family." Just as she finished speaking he walked up bringing his large trunk. I gave him a weak smile as we left platform 9 ¾.

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I said goodbye to Crabbe and Goyle telling them to owl me sometime this summer. I didn't actually expect them to and to be honest I really didn't care if they did. I actually found them rather annoying but when no one else will be your friend you don't tend to be picky. As I was starting to search for my luggage I felt an arm slide around my waist and a set of lips find mine. I shoved the girl away knowing it could only be one person. "Get off me Pansy." She is the reason I would look forward to summer even if it was with the Weasley's. She believes that she is in love with me, and because of this believes I have feelings for her. To tell the truth I do have feelings for her. They consist of disgust, pity, and intense dislike. "Goodbye Draco! I'm going to miss you, Love!" She gave me a bone-crunching hug that even Hagrid would be proud of. I pushed her off me and gave a small "yeah whatever", as I walked over to the Weasleys.

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I started to walk towards the muggle car as my mum hugged Draco telling him how happy she was he was to come and stay with us. I could tell by the look on my brothers' faces she would be the only one. I walk somewhat slowly to the car enjoying the fresh air. I was just happy to be going home. I reached down into the messenger bag hanging at my side and took out a C.D. player that one of my muggle friends had given me for my birthday a year or so ago. I pushed play and listened to one of the songs on the burned CD. ~*~
I was walking towards the car just after Mrs.Weasley told me about her excitement. I can't imagine why she would be happy to have me here but with all these kids I can't rightly expect her to be completely sane. As I got to the car I saw everyone pile in. I sat down between Ginny and the window. She seems to be the only that wouldn't kill me. I could here the music she was listening to. Funny. I would have never guessed her to be the type to listen to anything other than pop or the Weird Sisters. My father never knew it but I actually bought a couple CDs a few years ago. There were some songs I would listen to on repeat especially after a particularly hard fight with my father. The one Ginny was listening to is one of them. It was one of the songs I would listen to when I felt the only thing that could save me would be to die. I couldn't do that though. It would show a weakness and Malfoy's don't show weaknesses. I often thought about suicide, no one would have guessed how lonely I was. Mainly because I would never let it show. I barely would let myself realize it. It was a weakness, a weakness that I would need to overcome. It's just something I would have to accept. I would never have friends and the only girl that would ever actually like me in Pansy. What a life that would be. To be married to Pansy Parkinson. Kill me now. I heard my name and realized that I was being spoken to. They must want me to respond. "Umm, could you repeat that?" Oh it was just Mrs.Weasley wondering. wait why would she need to know my favorite colors? "Black and Silver" Ok this is starting confuse me. I tell her my favorite colors and she looks ahead and smiles. God, am I tired. I lean my head against the window and slowly fall asleep.

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I look at Malfoy next to me out of the corner of my eye. He seems to be falling asleep. I turn my head away and stare blankly out the window next to Ron as I listen to my music. A short time later I felt something fall onto my shoulder. I look over to see Malfoy's sleeping head on me. I stare at it resisting the urge to give him a wet willy. My senses start kicking in and I feel a light tingle in my stomach. He's cute when he's sleeping. Wait.why do I feel this about a Malfoy? His hair is so soft. Stop! He looks so innocent. That's enough! I frown visibly then make myself concentrate on something other than the sleeping boy.

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I wake up to the feeling of someone shaking me. Moving my head up I look directly into the light brown eyes of Ginny Weasley. Why is she here? Then I rememeber...everything. Dammit, I was sleeping on her. I'm going to have to be more careful. Getting out of the car I look blankly at the house that will be my home for the next year and ½.