Disclaimer: I keep forgetting these! Ok, basically, I own Blythe. And this
plot. That's it. Trust me, if I owned Draco, I would not be writing this.
J.K. Rowling owns them so don't sue me, savvy? R+R please!
~**~
C H A P T E R 2: part 2
Blythe shrugged and smiled slightly, "Forgot about your little. obsession? Is that the right word do you think?"
Draco glared at her but there was definitely suppressed laughter so she continued.
"Maybe 'infatuation.' How does that sound? Fixation?"
Now the laughter wasn't even hidden and Draco was smiling and shaking his head.
"Oh, I've got it!" Blythe grinned maliciously at him, "Addiction."
Draco froze and stared at her, mouth open.
"You have five seconds before I kill you," he stated, amusement and outrage mingling in his voice.
Blythe squeaked and took off running, Draco following close behind. They finally reached the last car where Blythe ran into someone, nearly falling over. The someone in question looked down at her and back up to the flushed Draco.
"Draco, who is she?"
"Greg," Draco said, breathing hard and smiling, "This is Blythe. Blythe, this is Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe."
He motioned first to the boy she'd run into then to the one sitting near the window.
"Hello," she grinned and plopped down in a nearby seat.
Vincent smiled, "Hullo."
Blythe waited until all eyes were away from her before allowing her eyes to study her new acquaintances. Both of the boys were of a rather...thick build. At first glance, they were two slow minded bullies. But Blythe had never been one to judge by a first glance. She watched as Vincent stared out the window, his eyes darting back and forth.
'He's memorizing it,' she realized.
She had done that before, when she wanted to draw or write something and was unable to. A thought struck her.
"Vincent?" she asked, drawing his attention.
"Vince," he replied, "Or Crabbe. Everybody calls me Crabbe."
"Vince," she smiled, "Do you draw?"
Greg and Draco glanced up sharply and Vince's eyes widened a bit.
"How did you know that?" Vince asked suspiciously.
Blythe grinned, "You had the same look. The one I get when I'm memorizing something to work with it later."
Vince flushed, "I didn't think it was obvious," he mumbled.
"It wasn't," Blythe replied off hand, "I'm just observant."
The boys stared at her.
"What?"
~*~
The rest of the ride had been quiet, with only the occasional murmurings when Greg would reach an interesting part of his magazine or Draco would point out a scene Vince ought to draw. They bought a few treats when the cart came through and ate them in contented silence.
"We're almost there," Draco stated, standing.
"Great! I can't wait to see it, I've seen pictures of course but to actually see it up close...wow."
Blythe grinned and continued talking excitedly as she stood. She stretched and glared irately at her shirt which had ridden up a few inches revealing a pale stomach. She yanked it down and shoved a hand through her hair before turning to her trunk. She pulled out her robes and put them on quickly, hardly able to contain her excitement. Draco shot her an amused smirk as he slipped his own robes over slim shoulders.
"Excited, Blythe?" He asked with that same amusement.
"Me, excited? No, never!" Blythe exclaimed sarcastically, willing herself not to bite her nails.
Just as Vince and Greg finished shoving their clothes back into their trunks, the train slowed to a stop and the sound of excited chatter filled their ears. Blythe tugged on Draco's arm.
"Come one, let's go!"
"God, you sound like a first year," he grumbled.
"Well, technically I could be considered one, it being my first year here and all."
Draco rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be dragged of the train. He couldn't hold back the smile that formed though when Blythe turned and beamed at him. Her happiness was just so...contagious. This smiling thing was definitely becoming addictive, especially around a certain energetic blonde.
~**~
C H A P T E R 2: part 2
Blythe shrugged and smiled slightly, "Forgot about your little. obsession? Is that the right word do you think?"
Draco glared at her but there was definitely suppressed laughter so she continued.
"Maybe 'infatuation.' How does that sound? Fixation?"
Now the laughter wasn't even hidden and Draco was smiling and shaking his head.
"Oh, I've got it!" Blythe grinned maliciously at him, "Addiction."
Draco froze and stared at her, mouth open.
"You have five seconds before I kill you," he stated, amusement and outrage mingling in his voice.
Blythe squeaked and took off running, Draco following close behind. They finally reached the last car where Blythe ran into someone, nearly falling over. The someone in question looked down at her and back up to the flushed Draco.
"Draco, who is she?"
"Greg," Draco said, breathing hard and smiling, "This is Blythe. Blythe, this is Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe."
He motioned first to the boy she'd run into then to the one sitting near the window.
"Hello," she grinned and plopped down in a nearby seat.
Vincent smiled, "Hullo."
Blythe waited until all eyes were away from her before allowing her eyes to study her new acquaintances. Both of the boys were of a rather...thick build. At first glance, they were two slow minded bullies. But Blythe had never been one to judge by a first glance. She watched as Vincent stared out the window, his eyes darting back and forth.
'He's memorizing it,' she realized.
She had done that before, when she wanted to draw or write something and was unable to. A thought struck her.
"Vincent?" she asked, drawing his attention.
"Vince," he replied, "Or Crabbe. Everybody calls me Crabbe."
"Vince," she smiled, "Do you draw?"
Greg and Draco glanced up sharply and Vince's eyes widened a bit.
"How did you know that?" Vince asked suspiciously.
Blythe grinned, "You had the same look. The one I get when I'm memorizing something to work with it later."
Vince flushed, "I didn't think it was obvious," he mumbled.
"It wasn't," Blythe replied off hand, "I'm just observant."
The boys stared at her.
"What?"
~*~
The rest of the ride had been quiet, with only the occasional murmurings when Greg would reach an interesting part of his magazine or Draco would point out a scene Vince ought to draw. They bought a few treats when the cart came through and ate them in contented silence.
"We're almost there," Draco stated, standing.
"Great! I can't wait to see it, I've seen pictures of course but to actually see it up close...wow."
Blythe grinned and continued talking excitedly as she stood. She stretched and glared irately at her shirt which had ridden up a few inches revealing a pale stomach. She yanked it down and shoved a hand through her hair before turning to her trunk. She pulled out her robes and put them on quickly, hardly able to contain her excitement. Draco shot her an amused smirk as he slipped his own robes over slim shoulders.
"Excited, Blythe?" He asked with that same amusement.
"Me, excited? No, never!" Blythe exclaimed sarcastically, willing herself not to bite her nails.
Just as Vince and Greg finished shoving their clothes back into their trunks, the train slowed to a stop and the sound of excited chatter filled their ears. Blythe tugged on Draco's arm.
"Come one, let's go!"
"God, you sound like a first year," he grumbled.
"Well, technically I could be considered one, it being my first year here and all."
Draco rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be dragged of the train. He couldn't hold back the smile that formed though when Blythe turned and beamed at him. Her happiness was just so...contagious. This smiling thing was definitely becoming addictive, especially around a certain energetic blonde.