Disclaimer: I'm truly sorry, but you must be a sheer idiot if you think I
came up with the characters. Thank the lady who lives in Britain who
actually WROTE the books for these great characters (you know, J.K.
Rowling). But I, thank you very much, owe the plot to me.
Chapter 3: Awoken Again
Draco crammed a piece of paper and a pen in his long, deep blue jeans that covered the tips of his grey shoes. He had a thin, black jacket on to cover the many scars that played about his wrist, as well as to keep him warm on the slightly chilly station area. Crabbe and Goyle, even though they were complete gits, were surprisingly observant, they might pick up on his habit. He couldn't let that happen. He could not let his guard down for a second. He began to tap his foot uneasily. Mother had insisted on dropping him off a bit early; the train was there, but no one, whoever was even there at that point at least, had boarded because of socialising. Draco preferred not socialise just yet. His trunk was at his feet and he began to search the small crowd that was developing. He saw the hoard of Weasleys accompanied by Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. A sick feeling swept through his stomach, how he despised the load of them. They were all laughing at Fred and George, the twins that were graduating that year from Hogwarts, who were setting off some of their assorted treats, such as rockets that can sneak up on someone and yell something in the person's ear or spinning hats that make you levitate slightly.
Draco looked back at the train but then his glance returned to the roaming band; Granger must have had a haircut over the summer, since it was now just above her shoulder, when the year before it was falling down her back. Harry had grown taller over the summer, since he was rivalling Ron for height, only being a few inches shorted than Weasley, who was pushing six foot four. Draco sighed and had a bored frown on his face. Now there were a lot more people than there were before. He looked around and his eyes fell on a girl with dark red, an almost purple-red colour, standing beside the Weasleys. He squinted to see who it was. He felt his jaw drop a little when he realised it was an older, taller, definitely more mature Ginny Weasley.
But Draco slapped himself mentally and told himself not to concentrate on the group. He sat down on his black trunk with the name 'Malfoy' written in gothic church style writing on it. He finally saw Crabbe and Goyle followed almost immediately by Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode. They meandered towards him and planted their stuff down beside his. Blaise and Millicent were deep in a conversation about their summer holidays. Blaise began to laugh his deep, throaty laugh at Millicent pathetic tale of a garden gnome that rooted through her room and stole a few of her necklaces. She had to laugh, since it sounded pretty unbelievable.
He heard the loud shill whistle that prompted everyone to pick up their bags and load onto the train. Draco hauled his trunk into one of the compartments of the train. He shoved the monstrosity over his head and plopped down on a seat directly below it. He sighed and his eyelids dropped as though they had weights on them. He had been asleep only minutes, and by that point Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle had loaded into the same compartment, and the train had begun to move, when his eyes shot open and he gasped loudly. This brought attention to himself as he looked uneasily around the room. Blaise and Crabbe looked at him seriously across from him as Goyle bent his head toward Draco.
He could have sworn someone whisper in his ear as he slept, "Draco, I know what's wrong."
(A/n: sorry to end abruptly and for the short chapter, but I hate having to blend times in one chapter, so just wait until I'm not groggy and tired and I don't have temporary writers block [hopefully it will go away soon (] well. That's it for now. Sorry. Boo.)
Chapter 3: Awoken Again
Draco crammed a piece of paper and a pen in his long, deep blue jeans that covered the tips of his grey shoes. He had a thin, black jacket on to cover the many scars that played about his wrist, as well as to keep him warm on the slightly chilly station area. Crabbe and Goyle, even though they were complete gits, were surprisingly observant, they might pick up on his habit. He couldn't let that happen. He could not let his guard down for a second. He began to tap his foot uneasily. Mother had insisted on dropping him off a bit early; the train was there, but no one, whoever was even there at that point at least, had boarded because of socialising. Draco preferred not socialise just yet. His trunk was at his feet and he began to search the small crowd that was developing. He saw the hoard of Weasleys accompanied by Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. A sick feeling swept through his stomach, how he despised the load of them. They were all laughing at Fred and George, the twins that were graduating that year from Hogwarts, who were setting off some of their assorted treats, such as rockets that can sneak up on someone and yell something in the person's ear or spinning hats that make you levitate slightly.
Draco looked back at the train but then his glance returned to the roaming band; Granger must have had a haircut over the summer, since it was now just above her shoulder, when the year before it was falling down her back. Harry had grown taller over the summer, since he was rivalling Ron for height, only being a few inches shorted than Weasley, who was pushing six foot four. Draco sighed and had a bored frown on his face. Now there were a lot more people than there were before. He looked around and his eyes fell on a girl with dark red, an almost purple-red colour, standing beside the Weasleys. He squinted to see who it was. He felt his jaw drop a little when he realised it was an older, taller, definitely more mature Ginny Weasley.
But Draco slapped himself mentally and told himself not to concentrate on the group. He sat down on his black trunk with the name 'Malfoy' written in gothic church style writing on it. He finally saw Crabbe and Goyle followed almost immediately by Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode. They meandered towards him and planted their stuff down beside his. Blaise and Millicent were deep in a conversation about their summer holidays. Blaise began to laugh his deep, throaty laugh at Millicent pathetic tale of a garden gnome that rooted through her room and stole a few of her necklaces. She had to laugh, since it sounded pretty unbelievable.
He heard the loud shill whistle that prompted everyone to pick up their bags and load onto the train. Draco hauled his trunk into one of the compartments of the train. He shoved the monstrosity over his head and plopped down on a seat directly below it. He sighed and his eyelids dropped as though they had weights on them. He had been asleep only minutes, and by that point Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle had loaded into the same compartment, and the train had begun to move, when his eyes shot open and he gasped loudly. This brought attention to himself as he looked uneasily around the room. Blaise and Crabbe looked at him seriously across from him as Goyle bent his head toward Draco.
He could have sworn someone whisper in his ear as he slept, "Draco, I know what's wrong."
(A/n: sorry to end abruptly and for the short chapter, but I hate having to blend times in one chapter, so just wait until I'm not groggy and tired and I don't have temporary writers block [hopefully it will go away soon (] well. That's it for now. Sorry. Boo.)