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Chapter 3
When Saph arrived at Platform 93/4, she sat in a compartment of the train alone as whispers circulated the train. Saph seem to be totally absorbed in her book as people peered at the lone girl. When somebody opened the door of the compartment she snapped her head up and came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled. The two people flanking him stood guard at the door before closing the said door. "Shouldn't we have some fun?" Malfoy sneered, advancing on the girl.
Saph backed up, until she hit the back of the compartment. Her face showed calm and tranquility, as if this was a day to day occurrence (which it was to her). That infuriated Malfoy. He thought that she would be at least frightened of him. He hit Saphimire on the face, a slap more or less. The force of the blow left her sprawling on the floor beside Malfoy. She inched her way to the door. When she thought that the guards were not paying attention, she swung open the door and bolted out – only to be thrown back in.
Malfoy laughed a cold laugh as Saph hit him full in the chest. He grabbed her and was about to force her on the floor before "Let her go Malfoy." Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in from of the door. Harry and Ron livid, Hermione horrified. Malfoy smirked and promptly dropped the girl. She curled up into a small ball, her face still calm. She didn't trust any of them.
"Do you want her for yourself?" asked Malfoy scathingly, "The famous Harry Potter always gets what he wants even bedroom partners." Malfoy didn't budge from between Harry and Saph. "Come," called Harry kindly but Saph didn't move from her crouched position on the floor. She didn't trust the Potter boy any more than she trusted Malfoy.
"See Potter? She likes my company better than yours," Malfoy turn back to his prey, "Don't you?" he added menacingly, grabbing the girl's chin and tilting it up to meet his eyes. Saph growled and spat in his face before wrenching her jaw from his grasp and scooting to the farthest corner away from him. She only acted that way because there were people there, watching, for the Potter boy and his friends were not the only spectators. They did not know about her past.
Malfoy hissed and advanced on Saph but was cut short by Harry. "You've had you chance, now get out," he growled. Glaring daggers at the girl at his feet, who was looking up at his defiantly, and his archenemy, Malfoy swept from the room imperiously, taking his tow sidekicks along with him.
Harry entered the compartment first, holding out a hand of Saph. The girl, however, just stared at the offered hand. Her painfully sharp blue gaze traveled up the arm and met Harry's green eyes before standing up without help. Her eyes became shadowed and she looked down. "Thanks," she whispered before sitting downed slumped. "Hey, no problem," replied the ever enthusiastic Ronald before getting an elbow in the ribs by Hermione. Saph gave a watery smile before inviting them to sit down. The four of them made polite conversation until they arrived at Hogwarts. Saph took a deep breath before jumping lightly down from the train and following her new found friends.