Ginny Weasley was leaning againt a thick pole in the noisy Platform 9 and ¾ train station, where she was hanging out with a

couple of friends. There was Luna Lovegood, who was prettier this year, but for some reason had gotten violet-gray contact

lenses, which made her permanently surprised look very comical. She was abstractedly sniffing at some scent in a page of the

newest issue of The Quibbler. Also, there was Ginny's ex-boyfriend Michael, Neville, Colin Creevy, and some others.

"What are you doing, Luna?" Ginny asked Luna, not giving it much importance.

"Just checking out this new sensational magical scent," Luna said, turning to Ginny with those eery eyes. "It's a scent that never

fails to attract the the guy of your dreams. "

Ginny knew this was all rubbish; just like all the content in the Quibbler. Except for the interview with Harry Potter the year

before. But as she stared at a tanned boy with sandy blonde hair with a recent growth spurt making him lean and muscular, she

wished she had a scent just like that. This 6th year Hupplepuff prefect, walking by her hurriedly to the parked train, was the hunk

of her dreams. Yesss, Justin Finch-Fletchley, what an arousing name! He's probably loads more mature than that creep

Michael was!… She would do ANYTHING to be with him, in his arms, and just stay there….

"Hey wassup wassup wassup, Draco, ma man!"

"Had some good action this summah? Heiia, I know you did, you lucky player!"

"It's Richie RICH! Puh-lease, gimme some money…. I jus have some stale shit to eat for lunch, thas all, literally."

Draco let out ragged breaths. He couldn't stand his damn friends at that moment. They all seemed like immature wimps in need

of more growing. After shouting to his father to get out of his life, with not-so-pretty-language just 5 minutes ago, he couldn't

take his friends with their lack of lives and ridiculous comments. Crabbe and Goyle…they were just like talking to walls that

stared back at you going "Duuuuhhhh……errrr".. And Draco was't stupid, he knew many times they pretty much were just

taking advantage of his money. Pansy Parkinson, that bitch he used to like, was definitely included. For an excuse to get out of

this suffocating mess, Draco mentioned a letter he had received a week before:

All 6th year prefects are to attend a conference in the Hogwarts Express train during the ride to the school. The prefect Headquarters arel located in the second compartment. Here they will meet the Head boy and Head girl and and topics will be discussed. They should arrive immediately when train begins its journey at 11:30. Thank you.

It was still about ten minutes before the train began its journey, but still anything to escape these geeks. So he mounted on the

train and searched for the Headquarters. Reaching the door in the second compartment, he knocked and then tried the

doorknob. It was locked. Suddenly he heard a high- pitched scream of angst and despair. It was immediately stiffled as though

someones hand clamped their mouth shut.

A few minutes later, the door was opened and some blonde Hufflepuff dude came out with an irritated face. He cleared his

throat. Nodding, he said, "Hey man." in a low drone and left.

Draco stepped into the room which smelled of musty paint, but he could feel a slight breeze as if a window had been opened

recenly. A girl with wispy light- brown hair was already there, sitting stiffly, facing a window. Just as Draco could opened his

mouth, two older people arrived. They both wore Headboy and Headgirl badges.

"Allright, good, I see some people have already arrived," the headboy said.

The girl by the window turned around and Draco recognized her as Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's friend. His mind briefly

remembered previous memories of him name-calling her because of her muggle blood, Hermione slapping him on the face in

their third year, Draco jinxing her to have beaver teeth…. Those were the days before all the tragedy and pain of his personal life

started. He smirked a little while looking back at and treasuring memories. He was gazing at Hermione, but lost in his thoughts.

Hermione had been looking at Draco soberly, but after watching him smirk, her face furrowed, her eyes went cold, and she had

quickly turned around again. He was that same old, same one Draco MALFOY. Just what she needed at that moment!

As they all sat down, (three giggling girl prefects had now arrived at the room as well) Draco kept his gaze on her, keeping his

expression even. Hermione wondered what was up with him.

As the train finally started moving, Hermione glared and pretended to look annoyed Draco was there. Truthfully, inside she was

relieved someone had come to the door at that precise second, for reasons only known to herself.

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