At 10:15, the cab arrived, right on sceduale. After the twelve minute ride to King's Cross Station, I got out of the cab, found a trolley, and made my way to Platform 9 3/4.
Five minutes later, I was inside Platform 9 3/4. It was July 13 and I was there all alone. You see as a Head, you must come a month and a halph earlier than everyone else, but I really don't know why yet!
Nobody seemed to be there so I decided to sit on one of the vacant benches and wait for either a proffesor or (sorry to say) Draco Malfoy: Hogwarts' new Head Boy, to arrive. (with Malfoy as Head Boy, this year should be interesting!)
At 11:00, I heard commotion on the other side of the platform. It's probably just Malfoy. And, sure enough, seconds later both Draco and Narcissa Malfoy came tumbling throught the stone wall. We (Malfoy and I) made eyes contact, but said nothing. "Is there anyone here dear?" Startled, I looked up for the source of the kind voice. Narcissa Malfoy was looking at me with a mixture of puzzlement and consern on her face. Her thin, pale blond eyebrows were raised and she seemed to be expecting something. "Um, I'm sorry, did you say something?" I asked, trying to sound as polite as I could, even thought she is part of the reason I've had to put up with Malfoy all these years. "Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I asked if anyone was here," she replied, with a very un-Malfoy smile. I couldn't help it, so I smiled back.
"Draco, I can't believe you've never told me about this wonderful young lady before!" Narcissa exclaimed, looking pointedly at her son, and then turning to smile at me. Malfoy looked at his mother with what I suppose was an innosent look and then, when she turned her back, shot a death glare at me. "Does your father know her?" Narcissa asked, turning back to Malfoy. He nodded slightly and tried to look anywhere but at his mother or me. "Hmmm, I wonder when the train will arrive?" Narcissa asked, obviously trying to break the ice between myself and her son. "11:30." I looked over at Malfoy as we both answered at the same time.
"I hear the train coming," Malfoy said quietly a few minutes later. And he was right, as very suddenly a brilliantly golden locomotive with three cars pulled into the station. Seconds later, a sweet-looking plump women with wild curly hair stepped out of the second car. "You two must be Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger," she inquired in a lofty and laughing sort of voice. She reminded me of Molly Weasley, but she had black hair. But neither Malfoy or I said anything. "Yes that is who they are. My son, Draco," Narcissa replied, gesturing to Malfoy, "and Miss Hermione." She finished, flashing me a bright Crest Whitestrip smile. I quickly smiled back. "Yes well, I am Rosmelia, the conductor's assisstant. Oh, and it..." She looked at a violently purple watch on her wrist,"is time to go!" She looked at the two of us (Malfoy and me) and then, once again, began to speak. "The last compartment is yall's and I will be in the second one if you need me." And with that, she jumped into the second compartment and disappeared with a flash. Suddenly, my luggage went flying into the air and throught the second compartment door, of which Rosmelia had left open. After Malfoy's luggage also floated through, the door shut with a snap.
So, meeting Malfoy wasn't TOO bad, but the train ride could be totally different!