Chapter Twenty Three:: Departure
A while later, Draco opened his eyes at a noise outside their compartment.
Quietly, he stood up, wand drawn, and stepped closer to Kit. Now that his father was in Azkaban, it didn't really matter who he was; all his connections were either dead or with his dad.
Leaning close to the door, he could just make out the voices.
"Are you sure that little punk is in there? Alone?"
"Hey, I saw him board, okay? I saw him come to this compartment with a pretty girl and close the door... so you might want to be careful, if you don't want to see too much."
"Hey, you said she was pretty, why should I worry?"
"I was talking about Malfoy."
There was a snort from the other side of the door, and slowly, it began to open.
Quickly, Draco rammed against the wall, the bang startling the people on the other side.
"What?! What would they be doing still awake?" One of the voices squawked.
"Shh! What do you think? Now let's get going, before they hear us."
"But what about –"
"Shut up, you two." Another voice had joined the first ones. "I wouldn't wonder if they woke to your noise and are picking up where they left off."
Draco winced.
"Let's leave the brats alone for now. It's not like we'll never have another chance at them."
He frowned. The new voice... he didn't like it. It was too familiar – and yet, he couldn't place it.
Suddenly, he realized the trio were retreating and darted out into the hall to see if he could figure out who they were.
The hall was empty.
Draco returned to his seat, uneasy. He didn't feel like sleeping anymore.
Three hours later, Kit awoke with a start to the announcement that the train would be boarding soon; please assemble your belongings and prepare to exit the train. Thank you for riding the Hogwarts Express.
Rubbing at her eyes, she peered over at the other seat where Draco sat, scowling.
"G- good morning, Draco." She said with a yawn.
"Took you long enough to wake." He retorted peevishly.
"My, my, aren't we a little angel in the morning." She replied sleepily, "I'd hate to wake up next to you in the morning."
"Yeah, well, all play and little sleep makes your little Draco crabby in the morning." He replied irritably.
Kit raised her eyebrows. "What? Did I snore? Do I breathe too loud? Could you hear me drooling?" She wiped the side of her mouth and winced in disgust. "Must've been the latter."
Giving a snort, he handed her a handkerchief. "It wasn't your fault." He conceded reluctantly.
She glanced at him questioningly. "Then why –"
"We have reached Platform 9 and ¾. Thank you for riding the Hogwarts Express. Please exit the train on your left. Thank You."
"C'mon." Draco stood, replacing his cloak with a swirl. "My mother will be waiting."
Kit stood and straightened her skirt and cloak (which she had used as a pillow) as best she could and sighed. They were hopelessly wrinkled.
Rolling his eyes, Draco pointed his wand at her skirt and gave a wave. Bye bye, wrinkles and water – well, drool – spots.
Kit looked up at him gratefully again. "Thank you, Draco."
Nodding shortly, he turned and headed off the train, levitating their luggage and leaving Kit to trail behind him, wondering at his sullen mood; shrugging, she decided to pass it off as nerves. After all, this was his mother; what if she assumed they were together? That would be so awkward... wouldn't it? Her stomach did a little jig again. Stop that, She told herself. I mean, it would embarrass Draco... wouldn't it? Shivering at the thoughts hedging at the edge of her mind, thoughts she had never even consciously considered before, she hurried to catch up with him.
The two teenagers stood side by side, luggage floating behind them.
Kit chanced a glance up at her crabby friend who looked stonily out at the sea of people crowding around and up against the two, none of them heading directly toward them.
"She couldn't've forgot again." She thought she heard him hiss.
Just then, a tall, looming shadow fell over him. A hand landed on one shoulder, and a black, silver-topped cane landed on the other.
"Hello, son."
Hey, very short chapter, I know, but this gives you a bit of time to reflect... wonder... and scream. Just guess who it is! Go on! Guess! listens for a moment to horrified speculations But guess what else? You'll have to wait til the next chapter to know for sure! BWAHAHAHAHA
Thank you, my wonderful, faithful, dear dear readers! And even moreso to those who review!
They are:
SiriusLives001 Yeah, I'm glad you're excited; I am too, as I've already written it... but it's going to be a while until he actually comes into play (in his own, influential, spiritual way). So... patience is key! thank you for reading thus far with me!
MutalatedTurtle I've gotten more than one comment on her eyes, and they'll be explained... actually, it'll be in the same chapter that SiriusLives001 wants to read!
Glass Dragon claps hands in delight That was so funny! Do you know, I was actually considering that in the early – very early – stages of my story? haha complete hilarity! I loved it!
A while later, Draco opened his eyes at a noise outside their compartment.
Quietly, he stood up, wand drawn, and stepped closer to Kit. Now that his father was in Azkaban, it didn't really matter who he was; all his connections were either dead or with his dad.
Leaning close to the door, he could just make out the voices.
"Are you sure that little punk is in there? Alone?"
"Hey, I saw him board, okay? I saw him come to this compartment with a pretty girl and close the door... so you might want to be careful, if you don't want to see too much."
"Hey, you said she was pretty, why should I worry?"
"I was talking about Malfoy."
There was a snort from the other side of the door, and slowly, it began to open.
Quickly, Draco rammed against the wall, the bang startling the people on the other side.
"What?! What would they be doing still awake?" One of the voices squawked.
"Shh! What do you think? Now let's get going, before they hear us."
"But what about –"
"Shut up, you two." Another voice had joined the first ones. "I wouldn't wonder if they woke to your noise and are picking up where they left off."
Draco winced.
"Let's leave the brats alone for now. It's not like we'll never have another chance at them."
He frowned. The new voice... he didn't like it. It was too familiar – and yet, he couldn't place it.
Suddenly, he realized the trio were retreating and darted out into the hall to see if he could figure out who they were.
The hall was empty.
Draco returned to his seat, uneasy. He didn't feel like sleeping anymore.
Three hours later, Kit awoke with a start to the announcement that the train would be boarding soon; please assemble your belongings and prepare to exit the train. Thank you for riding the Hogwarts Express.
Rubbing at her eyes, she peered over at the other seat where Draco sat, scowling.
"G- good morning, Draco." She said with a yawn.
"Took you long enough to wake." He retorted peevishly.
"My, my, aren't we a little angel in the morning." She replied sleepily, "I'd hate to wake up next to you in the morning."
"Yeah, well, all play and little sleep makes your little Draco crabby in the morning." He replied irritably.
Kit raised her eyebrows. "What? Did I snore? Do I breathe too loud? Could you hear me drooling?" She wiped the side of her mouth and winced in disgust. "Must've been the latter."
Giving a snort, he handed her a handkerchief. "It wasn't your fault." He conceded reluctantly.
She glanced at him questioningly. "Then why –"
"We have reached Platform 9 and ¾. Thank you for riding the Hogwarts Express. Please exit the train on your left. Thank You."
"C'mon." Draco stood, replacing his cloak with a swirl. "My mother will be waiting."
Kit stood and straightened her skirt and cloak (which she had used as a pillow) as best she could and sighed. They were hopelessly wrinkled.
Rolling his eyes, Draco pointed his wand at her skirt and gave a wave. Bye bye, wrinkles and water – well, drool – spots.
Kit looked up at him gratefully again. "Thank you, Draco."
Nodding shortly, he turned and headed off the train, levitating their luggage and leaving Kit to trail behind him, wondering at his sullen mood; shrugging, she decided to pass it off as nerves. After all, this was his mother; what if she assumed they were together? That would be so awkward... wouldn't it? Her stomach did a little jig again. Stop that, She told herself. I mean, it would embarrass Draco... wouldn't it? Shivering at the thoughts hedging at the edge of her mind, thoughts she had never even consciously considered before, she hurried to catch up with him.
The two teenagers stood side by side, luggage floating behind them.
Kit chanced a glance up at her crabby friend who looked stonily out at the sea of people crowding around and up against the two, none of them heading directly toward them.
"She couldn't've forgot again." She thought she heard him hiss.
Just then, a tall, looming shadow fell over him. A hand landed on one shoulder, and a black, silver-topped cane landed on the other.
"Hello, son."
Hey, very short chapter, I know, but this gives you a bit of time to reflect... wonder... and scream. Just guess who it is! Go on! Guess! listens for a moment to horrified speculations But guess what else? You'll have to wait til the next chapter to know for sure! BWAHAHAHAHA
Thank you, my wonderful, faithful, dear dear readers! And even moreso to those who review!
They are:
SiriusLives001 Yeah, I'm glad you're excited; I am too, as I've already written it... but it's going to be a while until he actually comes into play (in his own, influential, spiritual way). So... patience is key! thank you for reading thus far with me!
MutalatedTurtle I've gotten more than one comment on her eyes, and they'll be explained... actually, it'll be in the same chapter that SiriusLives001 wants to read!
Glass Dragon claps hands in delight That was so funny! Do you know, I was actually considering that in the early – very early – stages of my story? haha complete hilarity! I loved it!