"Draco,"
"Mandy."
"Nice to-"
"-Meet you…again. Sorry about at the airport. I was, uh, really tired. Loud guys beside me on the plane. Honestly, I'm sorry" I was feeling a great amount of remorse at being so ignorant to someone who was obviously trying to help me out.
"Would you like to join me and my friends in my compartment? You're looking lonely and lovely…" He spoke with a drone that only the rich would use, but still was appealing with his shockingly benevolent words and body language.
Blushing timidly, I batted my eyelashes and accepted. Draco offered his strong hand and hoisted me up to a standing position, revealing my shortness and his incredible height. I found his enthralling, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked up into his ice blue eyes, my own only too close to his own. He seemed exited, too, by my long eyelashes and clear brown eyes. I fell back, not wanting such intimacy so suddenly, and found myself on the ground again. I swore at myself.
"Can't have that, can we? Here…" He'd grabbed me seductively from around the waist, and I found myself pressed up against him before I awkwardly grabbed my luggage, and he steered my towards his compartment by my waist, stroking my curves. I felt supremely uncomfortable and outraged, but at the same time stimulated. I entered his cart with a blushing glow surrounding my face, and he opened the door for me, helping me through. I found it full of gruff looking people, who looked at him as though asking for instruction. He was obviously the leader. A chubby girl looked at him, seemingly upset, as he pushed her aside and made a healthy space for me to sit beside the window, with him beside me. I could tell they were all studying me.
"So, uh, Draco…What do you like, uh, do at Hogwarts? I'm kinda a special case, don't really wanna explain it right now…But I'm going into fifth year and…umm..yeah." I announced. "I'll explain why I'm here later," I whispered in his ear meaning to sound informative but instead realizing how seductive I'd made the gesture. He smiled and winked at me.
"Well I am the seeker for the slitherin quid ditch team. Crabbe and Goyle here are bea-…"
A tall, lanky red-haired boy entered the compartment, looked up, dashing his head from side to side, took in the surroundings, and left. He seemed to be utterly confounded. He then walked back in, said "Who the bloody hell are you?" to me, pointedly, and waited for an answer.
"Leave, Weasley. She, like all of us, are far too good to talk to people like you…" What a handsome accent Malfoy had, I noted.
"Oh," Weasley looked flustered. I felt sorry for him…
"I'm Mandy…Kind of on exchange you could say--umm..Who are you?"
"Ronald Weasley," he said, puffing up his chest. He did not seem half as smooth as Draco had upon meeting me. A bush of brown hair came up behind him and shoved him further inside, and a pair of inquiring eyes dashed to mine, and a nudge of the head indicated I was to follow.
"You are needed at the front carridge." The bushgirl said to me informatively. I already had a growing dislike for her.
"Oh," I said, startled. "Why?" I didn't want to sound rude, but I was utterly astounded that someone would request my presence.
"Because you are," the cave girl said rather rudely. She began to walk away, obviously intending me to follow.
I imitated her to myself, already frustrated at he know-it-all matter, only to find Draco laughing heartily, obviously amused with my annoyance.
"I'll be back." I left, on the prowl for someone who knew where I was supposed to be going. With my head down, I ploughed through the hall, to where I thought was the front of the train, and timidly opened the door.
