Author Notes: Chapter 2 revised. New scenes and such. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:All Characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling.
Alternate Universe fic.
I know in canon Blaise is a boy but I like Blaise being portrayed as a girl. So that's basically why in this fic Blaise is a girl. Thanks for reading:)
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Falling
In Love
Chapter 2
by Kristine
I always have heard about him and his death daring adventures but it was nothing to me. He was simply a student who goes to Hogwarts and not the Boy-Who-Lived who always saves the day. Even though Draco keeps complaining and mentioning about him, I didn't care. I didn't think badly of him either. I was just neutral about him. Actually I rather pity him simply for the fact of being Voldemort's number one target and all. But out of everything, still I didn't care.
Speaking of Voldemort, we Slytherins, being the most sly and bad of the houses, are stereotyped as 'Voldemorts supporters', 'Death Eaters' and such names. And I basically hate being seen or known as one. My family is one of the influential purebloods of the time. And yes, unfortunately for me, we support Voldemort. But there is no harm in objecting to it. Well, I guess there is, but I simply do not want to be one of 'Voldemort's cronies' because I believe that being one of them is basically saying that your bowing to him making you one of his servants which very much objects to the fact that Slytherins do not do 'servant work'. Letting him control you and at the same time letting him take away your freedom and power, which they say we Slytherins should have. It's weird that people, who see themselves as superior, go into following Voldemort thus making them inferior under his rule. It's simply absurd. They are so blinded at what Voldemort promises them that they do not realize that they can be regarded as pawns, lied to and left betrayed after usage.
As you well as may have noticed I say Voldemort. Not Dark Lord, not You-know-who, and not even 'Voldy', which if I may say is quite hilarious thus ruining the effect of it all. As I have read in a book: "Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself", I think that it is already enough that a lot of people fear him to let myself add up to those people who have fear in simply saying a 3 syllable word which I can say is very much easy especially if you know how to read. Vol-de-mort. See?
Well enough of talking about the Voldemort. He's far from what I'm having problems with now. Well actually he's one of my problems because of my family being supporters and all, but let us continue with the story at hand.
It was the first day back from summer vacation and the first day of my last year at Hogwarts. As I entered Platform 9 and 3/4, the familiar scent of the engines filled into my lungs. I stopped taking in my surroundings. The station was buzzing with students and their relatives; students, entering the train carrying their heavy trunks as well as the sounds of their pets safely locked in their cages. I waved back as one of my dorm mates, Millicent Bulstrode, waved at me. I was still in front of the entrance blocking the way into the platform. I should have moved but unfortunately did not thus finding myself colliding with the person who had just entered through the barrier.
My things went askew and flew everywhere as I found myself on my butt in the floor from the hard collision. I tried to stand but pain surged through me. I looked around trying to make out the people around me. I then saw the familiar form of Harry Potter sitting a few feet away and at the same position as I was.
He stood up and went to collect the things around us both. I seemed to have been staring out of space as I felt someone touch me on my shoulder which jolted me out of my reverie.
"Sorry about that." The voice, which once I saw, of Potter's spoke.
He then extended a hand in a sign of helping me up. I took it and finally found myself on my two feet once more.
"Thanks." I said as I dusted myself up.
He handed me my things which I gratefully took. I placed them back on my cart and looked back at Potter.
"I apologize as it was probably my fault since I was the one who was blocking the way. Thanks again for the help." I honestly said.
"No problem." He said as he took off with his 2 best friends who seem to have witnessed everything as they were sending glares towards my way.
I then took notice of my full surroundings. A feeling of being uncomfortable started to rise within me as I realize people's stares towards me. They seem to have taken notice of the scene and were piled up around me. I hated being the center of attention. Of course, being a Slytherin, I did not show any signs of humiliation or being uncomfortable at all but simply had a blank expression on my features. I was saved from further stares and embarrassment as Draco made his way from the crowd towards me.
"Ok. Ok. Commotions over." He said as he signaled everyone to disembark and go on with what they were doing.
"Thanks for that." I said to Draco as everyone started move away.
"I am Head Boy and I have the obligation and power to do so." He smugly said.
"Head Boy this year, are we? Well, Congratulations you conceited git!" I joked.
"Hey! I am not a git! And besides I knew you hated attention." He defensively said.
"You know me well. I owe you one. Thanks." I said.
"Youre welcome. Im always here to save the day aren't I? So how have you been doing?"
"As usual, excited on the first day. I've missed everyone especially you! I was all alone at home since both my parents were out doing you know what. So you? How was your summer?"
"Well It was ok I guess, It was uneventful except for the fact that mother kept reminding me of the Dark Lord and his followers. It's getting sick really. I dunno if I would be able to keep up this act of pretending to believe." He said grimly.
"Well were in the same boat. Every year it keeps getting scarier as their reminders and tips seem to grow. I wish they would just realize our point." I said sighing.
Draco nodded and looked down. He went through a lot recently and you could really see that he wants to get out of that misery and finally be free. I can definitely say I can feel his pain, but he goes through much more than I do. As you probably know, his father is in Azkaban thus making him the head of the family. All the pressure is given to him. I wish I could help, but in what way?
"Don't worry, we'll make through this." I said as I gave him a comforting smile.
"I wish it's just as easy as saying it." He said as looked up.
"Hey, brighten up. Let's momentarily forget it and enjoy the first day of our last year in school!" I said as I tried to lighten the mood up.
"Yeah I guess. So, what happened between you and Scarhead earlier?" he said raising an eye brow.
"Well it was practically and honestly my fault. I was blocking the entrance and well he entered and we had a collision. Nothing much of a problem really." I said contemplating on what had happened.
"Oh nothing much of a problem now is it? And still I had to save you."
"Yeah you always do don't you?" I sarcastically said as I rolled my eyes.
As Draco was about to object, the conductors voice rang through the platform.
"Into the train everyone! Leaving the Platform in 5 minutes!"
"I guess that's our signal. C'mon, let's go get a compartment before everyone fills it up." I said pulling Draco towards the train.
"Wait."
I stopped in my tracks and turned to face Draco. He seemed to have been thinking on how to put into words what he was about to say.
"Blaise, well, since Im head boy this year, I have to stay in the Head's compartment. I really do want to sit with you but you know I have to follow the rules." He said.
"And since when did you follow the rules?" I smirked.
"Blaise, I'm Head Boy. I hope you understand. I'm sorry but I guess you have to find a compartment yourself. After the briefing though Ill go look for you so we can talk more." He said with a hopeful look.
"Sure lets talk more later on. Don't worry I understand. Your head and I'm proud of you." I said with a smile.
As we reached the train, we parted ways as Draco went to the heads' compartment and I went looking for a compartment. I found one on the near end of the train and sat myself near the window. I looked out and had one final look of Platform 9 and ¾ as the train started to move towards its destination, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
TBC
Author Notes: Chapter 2. Well this chapter is elongated much and only at the Platform. I had a slight problem with Draco though, I'm not really sure if I portrayed him on how I wanted him to be. Anyway, hope you liked it! Please Review! As always constructive criticisms accepted! Thanks again!