C H A P T E R 2
Blythe glanced around the station, at all the people bustling to and from trains and exits. She was so interested in it that she didn't notice the smirk that crept across her face or when the Malfoy she'd picked it up from stepped up behind her. Draco cleared his throat loudly.
"Malfoy!" she exclaimed, startled from her examination of a certain group of people with flaming red hair.
He smirked in almost exactly the way she had been seconds before, "Good morning, Blythe."
"G'morning!" she returned brightly, smiling at him.
It took her a moment to realize that the people standing behind Draco weren't moving but rather staring at her in a slightly disconcerting manner.
"Um, Draco," she whispered, "Who.um, why are they staring at me?"
"Oh," Draco replied, turning to the couple, "Mother, Father, this is Blythe. You remember the girl I told you about, the one who hexed Pansy?"
The woman smiled, although it was very cold and made Blythe's skin crawl, "Ah, yes, I remember now. I'm Narcissa Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you," she paused, "I didn't quite catch your surname."
Blythe flushed slightly but held her chin high, "I don't have one ma'am. You see, I don't exactly know who my parents are."
The man nodded and made what Blythe supposed was meant to be a sympathetic face but what looked more like a barely disguised grimace, "Yes, terrible thing, that. I'm Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father," he held out his hand to her.
Warily, Blythe took it and he bent, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Blythe bit her cheek so as not to gag and managed a polite smile.
"Well, Father," Draco interjected quickly, saving Blythe from a response, "We really must get to the platform. Wouldn't want to be late now would we?"
Lucius nodded slowly, "No, we wouldn't," he paused, "Have a nice trip and do try to beat that Potter boy this year."
Draco nodded, his eyes and face blank, "I will father," he turned to Narcissa, kissing her hand lightly, "Goodbye, mum. I'll write as often as I can."
Narcissa's own eyes softened from their usually hard look, "Alright, dear, just don't get into too much trouble."
She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Draco's forehead. He smiled softly at her and Blythe fought to keep from staring. How they changed when they were with each other! Then Narcissa's mask was in place, her eyes cold once more and the only proof of the moment before was filed away in Blythe's memory, although that had deceived her before.
~*~
Blythe followed Draco quietly onto the train, her quick eyes taking in every detail they could as Draco searched for his friends. Things had been fairly quiet until they'd reached a car with laughter ringing out from its doors. Draco stiffened a bit but didn't stop, opening the door and walking in silently. The three occupants stopped laughing and looked up.
"Malfoy," the red head hissed, clenching his fists.
The girl next to him put a hand on his arm to restrain him. The other boy nodded, his green eyes oddly open and currently only mildly annoyed.
"Hullo Malfoy," he greeted cautiously.
"Potter," Draco replied coldly.
Blythe blinked, "So you're the annoying git Draco was talking about!" she exclaimed.
Potter's eyes widened, "Um, who are--?"
"Harry's not the git, Malfoy is!" the red head yelled, jumping to his feet.
Blythe raised an eyebrow, "Well, excuse my saying so but at the moment the only one being a git is you."
The bushy haired girl stood, "Ron, that's enough. Sit down."
Then she stepped forward, "Sorry, we don't have a great track record with Malfoy."
Draco laughed, "Understatement of the year, Granger."
The girl ignored him, "I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley, and this is Harry Potter," she said, motioning to the two boys as she gave their names, "We're in Gryffindor."
"Blythe," she supplied at the questioning look, "I don't have a surname that I know of and I'm just starting so I'm not sorted yet."
Potter looked as if he wanted to say something, but just then Draco coughed, "Blythe, let's go."
"Sure, whatever. Later," she said, waving absently over her shoulder to the three Gryffindors.
Draco walked quickly from the car, so quickly in fact that Blythe had to run to catch up.
"Hey!" she called, "What's the rush?"
Draco ignored her.
"Bloody hell, Draco! Slow down!"
And he stopped. So abruptly that Blythe ran into him and stumbled backwards.
"You know," she growled, "You are really annoying when you do that."
Draco turned to her and she noticed the flush staining his cheeks.
"Oh, Draco, what's wrong? Draco?" she stood, putting a hand to his forehead, "Draco.are you alright?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine it's just.well, you saw him."
Blythe gave him a puzzled look and then, "Oh! You mean--oh yeah. Heh, sorry."
Blythe glanced around the station, at all the people bustling to and from trains and exits. She was so interested in it that she didn't notice the smirk that crept across her face or when the Malfoy she'd picked it up from stepped up behind her. Draco cleared his throat loudly.
"Malfoy!" she exclaimed, startled from her examination of a certain group of people with flaming red hair.
He smirked in almost exactly the way she had been seconds before, "Good morning, Blythe."
"G'morning!" she returned brightly, smiling at him.
It took her a moment to realize that the people standing behind Draco weren't moving but rather staring at her in a slightly disconcerting manner.
"Um, Draco," she whispered, "Who.um, why are they staring at me?"
"Oh," Draco replied, turning to the couple, "Mother, Father, this is Blythe. You remember the girl I told you about, the one who hexed Pansy?"
The woman smiled, although it was very cold and made Blythe's skin crawl, "Ah, yes, I remember now. I'm Narcissa Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you," she paused, "I didn't quite catch your surname."
Blythe flushed slightly but held her chin high, "I don't have one ma'am. You see, I don't exactly know who my parents are."
The man nodded and made what Blythe supposed was meant to be a sympathetic face but what looked more like a barely disguised grimace, "Yes, terrible thing, that. I'm Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father," he held out his hand to her.
Warily, Blythe took it and he bent, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Blythe bit her cheek so as not to gag and managed a polite smile.
"Well, Father," Draco interjected quickly, saving Blythe from a response, "We really must get to the platform. Wouldn't want to be late now would we?"
Lucius nodded slowly, "No, we wouldn't," he paused, "Have a nice trip and do try to beat that Potter boy this year."
Draco nodded, his eyes and face blank, "I will father," he turned to Narcissa, kissing her hand lightly, "Goodbye, mum. I'll write as often as I can."
Narcissa's own eyes softened from their usually hard look, "Alright, dear, just don't get into too much trouble."
She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Draco's forehead. He smiled softly at her and Blythe fought to keep from staring. How they changed when they were with each other! Then Narcissa's mask was in place, her eyes cold once more and the only proof of the moment before was filed away in Blythe's memory, although that had deceived her before.
~*~
Blythe followed Draco quietly onto the train, her quick eyes taking in every detail they could as Draco searched for his friends. Things had been fairly quiet until they'd reached a car with laughter ringing out from its doors. Draco stiffened a bit but didn't stop, opening the door and walking in silently. The three occupants stopped laughing and looked up.
"Malfoy," the red head hissed, clenching his fists.
The girl next to him put a hand on his arm to restrain him. The other boy nodded, his green eyes oddly open and currently only mildly annoyed.
"Hullo Malfoy," he greeted cautiously.
"Potter," Draco replied coldly.
Blythe blinked, "So you're the annoying git Draco was talking about!" she exclaimed.
Potter's eyes widened, "Um, who are--?"
"Harry's not the git, Malfoy is!" the red head yelled, jumping to his feet.
Blythe raised an eyebrow, "Well, excuse my saying so but at the moment the only one being a git is you."
The bushy haired girl stood, "Ron, that's enough. Sit down."
Then she stepped forward, "Sorry, we don't have a great track record with Malfoy."
Draco laughed, "Understatement of the year, Granger."
The girl ignored him, "I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley, and this is Harry Potter," she said, motioning to the two boys as she gave their names, "We're in Gryffindor."
"Blythe," she supplied at the questioning look, "I don't have a surname that I know of and I'm just starting so I'm not sorted yet."
Potter looked as if he wanted to say something, but just then Draco coughed, "Blythe, let's go."
"Sure, whatever. Later," she said, waving absently over her shoulder to the three Gryffindors.
Draco walked quickly from the car, so quickly in fact that Blythe had to run to catch up.
"Hey!" she called, "What's the rush?"
Draco ignored her.
"Bloody hell, Draco! Slow down!"
And he stopped. So abruptly that Blythe ran into him and stumbled backwards.
"You know," she growled, "You are really annoying when you do that."
Draco turned to her and she noticed the flush staining his cheeks.
"Oh, Draco, what's wrong? Draco?" she stood, putting a hand to his forehead, "Draco.are you alright?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine it's just.well, you saw him."
Blythe gave him a puzzled look and then, "Oh! You mean--oh yeah. Heh, sorry."