Arie sticks her tongue out and turns to Draco, "The freaks are staring."
Draco wrinkles his nose, "Joy."
Arie cracked her knuckles, "I'm about to give them a piece of my mind-"
"Don't. You're so unattractive when you do that." Draco says lazily.
"Don't what? Crack my knuckles?"
"Yes," Draco says looking out the window, "How much longer do I have to sit here?!"
"Draco, are you feeling alright?" Arie asks cocking her head, "You're unusuallu irritable, what's on your mind?"
"It must be Potter," he replies, "Just knowing that he's over there-"
The glass door slid open, and Ronald Weasly poked his head in their compartment, "What's wrong, Malfoy? Feeling a little ill?" There was a touch of sarcasm in his voice; Potter and the girls laughed.
"Why don't you go stick your head in a loo?" Harry calls.
"Why don't you shove yours up-" Arie begins.
"Arie." Draco stops her, "Weasly, what brings you here today? Come to beg for a spot of tea?"
"Malfoy..." Ron growls.
"You started it." Arie says, sneering.
"Hermione, no!" Amber says.
"Will you snobs just back off?!" Hermion calls.
"Why don't you just shut up, you nasty little mudblood."
"Break it up, you guys..." says a couple Hufflepuffs.
"Back off!" Arie says pulling out her wand.
"Goyle, Crabbe, discard the trash, Bloodheart, sit down before you hurt yourself." Draco says tugging at her robes.
Arie sits down as Crabbe and Goyle shove Ron out, and close the door.
"Nasty little Gryffindorks." Draco mutters. He glances over to Arie, "Why's your face so pink, Arie?"
"Don't call me by my last name."
"Fine, fine..." Draco shrugs, "....Why?"
"It's just... Nothing... Don't ask so many questions, Draco." Arie says.
"Alright. Oh, one more thing."
"What?"
"Did you get that muggle stuff..." He lowers his voice, "For my hair?"
Arie gives him a flat look, "Yes."
Draco grins.