Chapter 3 – Arising arguments

"Ronald Weasley! If you don't get down here with that bloody bird in the next 5 seconds, we'll leave without you!" Mrs Weasley threatened up the stairs.

Once again, we were ready to leave, and Ron was making us run late. Only this time we were laden with our trunks, and animals, ready to go to Platform 9 ¾ to board the Hogwarts Express. Ron had forgotten to get Pig back in his cage, and was upstairs in his room struggling to get him back inside.

"Honestly" Mrs Weasley began "you'd think all the times he forgets that bird, that he doesn't want it!"

After hearing several thumps from upstairs, Ron came running down the stairs, with Pig in his cage, and several of his feathers stuck in Ron's hair.

"Right, I'm ready" he said, sounding quite out of breath.

"I should think so too!" Mrs Weasley snapped. "Your father can't take all day off work waiting for you to be ready, Ronald Weasley, now hurry up, and go load your things in the car, and woe betide you if you've forgotten anything else, you'll have to go without!"

You see, Mr Weasley finally persuaded the Ministry to let him borrow a car so that we could make our way to London. After easily managing to put all 4 of our trunks into the back of the car, Ginny, Ron, Harry and I all sat in the back seats, with plenty of room to spare.

As soon as we got there, Mrs Weasley rushed us, looking at the clock seeing that it was 10.55am.

"Hurry, go through the barrier, we've only got 5 minutes to spare!" she said.

Ginny and I soon emerged on the other side and were faced with the amazing sight of the Hogwarts Express. There were few people on the platform now, other than the few parents who were waiting to wave off their children.

"Go, get on the train! Hurry up!" Mrs Weasley shouted. Ginny and I left our trunks on the platform, ready to be loaded on the train, and got on board the train.

"Right, let's go find an empty compartment" she said, looking around. "There are probably more down he-"

"Well, actually Ginny, I've got to go to the prefects compartment straight away. So, erm, you go find a compartment with Ron and Harry, and then Ron will come to the prefect's compartment a little bit later, ok?"

She smiled at me, looked at the Head Girl badge that I'd pinned onto my top, the top which was a lot more low cut than any tops that I'd worn before in my life, but I was getting used to wearing them. However, as soon as I'd got onto the train I was feeling slightly more self conscious, so I put on a sweater over the top, but it was still a tight fitting one though.

Ginny nodded and smiled and went off in search of a compartment. I turned round and headed for the front of the train to go the prefect's compartment, where I guess I'll be meeting the new Head Boy, I wonder who it is? I wonder if it could be –

Draco's POV

Draco Malfoy, head boy. I like the sound of it. It has a certain, ring, to it.

God, whoever the Head Girl is, they sure like to take their time. Here I am, sitting in the prefects compartment all on my own, where I have been for the past fifteen minutes. I wonder who it is?

Suddenly, the door to the compartment slid open, and standing there, was-

Granger?

"Sorry Granger, the compartment for bookworms and losers is the next one down" I said. She wasn't moving, why wasn't she moving? But who cares...she looks nice standing there...she-

What am I thinking? Snap out of it Malfoy!

She laughs slightly, and then walks in properly, slides the door closed and takes a seat opposite me, and folds her arms across her chest... her very nice chest....no, stop it Malfoy! I then look out of the window, and see her reflection staring back at me, and then I see it. Its reflecting in the light, her Head Girl badge.

"Well, unfortunately for you, I'm the new Head Girl, Malfoy, so if you don't mind, I'm going to stay here in this compartment" she said in a very harsh tone.

"Oh great, I've got to spend the journey with a mudblood, aren't I the lucky one?" I asked, in a sarcastic tone. Although looking like that, I guess I am the lucky one... shame about her attitude though, and the fact she's a mudblood. No! She's a mudblood! A filthy mudblood. Yeah, that's it, she's a mudblood, just keep saying that and you'll know she's off limits....

"You know Malfoy, I would have thought that you would have taken a more grown up approach to being Head Boy, and would have perhaps tried to be civil to me, seeing as we're going to be working in very close proximities for the next year." Er, huh?

"Yeah, well, if you weren't such a pug-ugly fat disgusting mudblood, I might have" I said back. There we go, the good old Malfoy insults. It's so good being me.

"I wonder why I ever thought you could take a grown up approach; you and growing up don't agree with each other. You're just a pathetic little boy, who happens to have very good looks, with a father who buys him anything. What a sad life you lead, Malfoy. I pity you." God, she really knew how to be harsh, didn't she? When she got a new wardrobe she must have gone all out and got the attitude to go with it. And- hold on. Did she say I had good looks?

"I see that even you've fallen for the Malfoy charm, Granger" I said to her. Her eyes opened wider, in shock, as if she couldn't believe what I was saying. But I wouldn't mind falling for her charm though....

"Stop it!" I shouted. Oops, did I shout that out loud? Dam, I was only meant to say it.

"Stop what Malfoy?" she asked. Come on, think of something, quick.

"Stop looking at me, I mean, I know you've fallen for my charm, and I have 'very good looks' but I don't want to waste my good looks on a mudblood like you, so stop looking at me." That, was a very good cover for myself. I'm quite proud actually, so I smirked.

"God, you're so immature" she said quietly as she dug a book out of her bag. I stole a look at the title; 'A stormy spell.' Looked boring to me.

"Do you have to read that here? You and your books Granger, I'm surprised they haven't moved your bedroom to the library" I said.

She looked up at me above her book, and gave me a very dirty look, before returning once again to her book. God, this is so boring, can't we go back to arguing? Even that was more fun than watching her reading...although watching her, not a bad idea... NO! I have to get away from her, as soon as I'm around other girls I'll stop thinking about her. So I got up and walked over to the door of the compartment, and slide it open.

"Where are you going, Malfoy?" Granger asked.

"Well I would stay, but I'm scared that I'll damage my good looks by looking at a mudblood" I say before smirking, and begin walking to find Blaise.