Chapter 3 Monty the Dragon

Malfoy wandered the train, searching for an empty compartment. He discovered a half vacant booth with a few first years sitting and laughing. He slammed open the door, a face like thunder and sat down. The first years were terrified. They sat very still looking at each other with the slightest of movements. Draco growled and they screamed and rushed to the door, fighting to get out which meant it took a good minute.

The Head Boy wasn't watching however, he was re-playing the whole scene with the trio in the previous compartment.

'You stupid twat! What the fuck just happened?' he said loudly to himself. 'I shouldn't have done that. Why did I do that? I could have at least stayed to explain myself for Christ's sake. Wait, do I have an explanation??' He looked up and realized that he was having a conversation with himself.

'You stupid twat,' he repeated, hitting himself on the head with a toy dragon with a label saying Monty that a first year had left. It dropped to the floor with a squeak.

There was a knock at the door.

'Bugger off!' Draco shouted without looking to see who it was. The person knocked again.

'I SAID BUG..ger off...Hermione??' Draco's raised tone, quietened as he saw who was at the door. She pushed past him, carrying a copious amount of food in her arms and dropped down on to the seat opposite. Man he really was hot, with his hair all...and his eyes all...Hermione shook her head and got back her composure.

'Yes it is bastard, thought you might like some food, oh wait, silly me, you went to the 'buffet cart,' right?'

'Oh fuck off, Granger.' Malfoy sulked, arms folded. Hermione slapped her thighs and got up.

'I'd be delighted...' she went right up into his face '...DOUCHEBAG! Hahahahaha!!' She slapped the side of his face with an almighty whack.

'Hey Malfoy?' she said, standing staring at his pathetic face, a red hand mark dominating it, 'Hurt didn't it? Well from now on play nice with me. K?' He nodded slowly, stunned.

'And don't you dare talk to me like that again young man!! Such foul language...tuh!!' She threw her head back and laughed like a maniac before picking up the stuffed dragon from the floor,

'Monty? How quaint.' She settled the dragon beside him and patted his thigh, 'I think this belongs to you dear...' she chuckled loudly, like a person on crack and ran out the booth.

Malfoy was muttering to himself quietly, cursing himself for being such a wuss and not saying anything in his own defence when a first year came in and collected Monty. The boy then said to Draco, 'Well mate I think we know who wears the trousers in that relationship don't we?' before running out as fast as he could.

In the corridor, Malfoy heard screams and laughter and a boy's voice,

'I TOLD YOU I WOULD!!'

Malfoy groaned and put his head in his hands.