Chapter Three – Hogwards Express
"If you can stay calm while all around you is chaos then you probably haven't completely understood the seriousness of the situation."
Back again for another year, just great, two more bloody years. My father and mother left me at the platform gate. My father doesn't really like me around; all I am there for is to keep the family name up. It's not all that bad. I get what I want when I want, like the latest broom and everything. I mean, why would I want a father who cared – all he would is get in my way.
You can't blame him, really. Look at the git of a father he had. The only question I have about my grandfather is; how did he get out of Azkanban? I mean he should have gotten a life sentence, but no. O.K. I get he is a Malfoy but come on, are we that great?
"Draco." I turned to see two guys standing there. My so-called mates, or what I like to call my yes-men. Most of my git friends are sacred of me because I am a Malfoy.
"Crabbe, Goyle," I acknowledged them.
"How was your summer?"
"Fine." I looked across the heads to see if I could find someone better. I saw Rhain standing with her parents. The look on her face that told me that see didn't want to be here.
Rhain is what you would call a classic misfit, but someone like me who knows her would say that she hated the world and everyone in it. She has a little bit muggle in her; I think her grandmother, on her mother side or something, was a muggle. I recon she'd make a good Slytherin, but she wasn't into the whole pure blood thing and she's brainy as hell, so Ravenclaw for her. She was about the only person I could say I liked, she was her own person and she stood up for herself, and if I needed it she would tell me where to go. But I wasn't about to walk up to her and start gossiping about my holiday that's not who we are.
"Malfoy and Jones sitting in a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G.!" I turned, and once again Goyle was pissing me off by singing. Git.
I grunted and looked at him just so. He shut up. Sometimes I could hit him, but he did what I wanted this time, so there's no point in me making a scene.
We started heading for the train. There was a bit of a crowd. It would seem some stupid idiot first year dropped their trunk, and their stuff flew everywhere. I pushed people out of the way so I could get a closer look, only to see it was I girl with red hair, more height than meat, and freckles. I growled, "Great, all I need is other Weasley! In about hundred years half the plant will be Weasleys." Then her voice hit me, nervous like the rest of the first years. I can't remember ever being nervous.
"Ohmigod! How embarrassing! God, I am going to be remembered as the girl who dropped my trunk, before school started!" she whined. I forced my way to the opening; this was going to be too easy.
"Think before you act might help your problem," I said.
There were two other Weasleys in the group. One girl, who I had seen a Hogwards, might have even teased but I didn't know her name. Then there was the git Ben who was the second big man to my nemesis, as well as my mortal enemy, and pain in the ass, Jessica Potter. Of course, she was helping the idiot first year. She looked up from what she was doing, and walked over to me, so she was right in front of me and the oldest Weasley stood behind her.
"I think you should practice what you preach, git," she greeted me.
She's shorter than me, but held her ground nicely. Even I have to admit that one; everything else aside, Jessica Potter is one tough bitch.
"I should've known that where there's a klutz of Weasley, there'll be a Potty," I welcome her back.
"Shut it and piss off. I'm not in the mood," she snapped.
"Manners, dear Potter, for once again I am a prefect and you are not. If you don't watch out you will get yourself a detention."
"For one; we are not on the train, let alone at school. Two; I don't give a shit. Three; if you're not careful I'll give you a black eye."
"I am so scared Potty – and I can make you give a shit if I wanted to."
"Is everything OK, over here?" Great, the Weasley parents. I started to walk away, no point into getting into this here, with them nearby.
"I am not that scary Malfoy," she called after me.
I turned to look at her. "See ya later Potter. We will pick this up. I'll make sure of that, I might even make that into a promise."
"Bye for now, love," she said and waved.
"The lovebirds have already started, and we're not even on the train. I missed the beginning. Oh, what should I do?" I looked down at my side. It was Rhian.
Finally, my day might be picking up.
Change P.O.V to Jessica"Ject, I hope you were not planning to start a fight, because if I hear you two have been fighting again," Hermione started as she pointed to Ben, and me. "You'll be so sorry, the both of you."
"We won't start any fights, and we are planning any either, Mum," Ben piped up.
We bent back down to help pick up Ashley's things and he whispered to me, " We have already planned them and we are just going to finish off from last year."
I started to smile back but a voice interrupted me.
"Ben, you are a prefect. You will not be doing kiddie games this year, and if you do I will make sure myself that you'll get your badge taken off you." We both looked up. It was his girlfriend Jacqueline. She had become a prefect in our 5th year, and by the looks of it still one. She's in our group of friends, but sometimes she really pisses me off. She's always trying to be good.
"Jakz, don't worry. This year he's going to be the little angel you think he is. Besides, you must have your wires crossed; my Benjamin is not a prefect." I looked at him, but his eyes didn't quite meet mine.
"You are not a prefect are you?" I burned hole though him with my eyes to make him scared. "Or do you have something to tell me, Benny-boy?" I said in a mother's voice.
He stayed silent. Not a good sign.
"Are you a prefect, my dear trouble making friend?"
"Yes," he said, then looked at Jacqueline for help. She looked away. Yeah, the floor was mine. A smile spread across my face.
"You're a bloody prefect!"
"This is why I didn't tell you! You're going to mock me."
"Did you think I wouldn't find out? I mean, come on!" My face turned to a half smile; he was going to get it. "I would not mock you, no, no, I would not do a thing like that, because all the wittle first years will look up to you, and now you're my hero for helping them." I widened my eyes theatrically, innocently.
"Fine, be like that I am going to the prefect carriage. I'll see you later".
"Oh wait, please wait. What'll I do without my big, strong, prefect Benjamin to protect me?" I said to his back. He farewelled his parents, and hopped on the train.
"So, I guess Jakz, me girl, you're a prefect again?" I turned to her.
"Yeah".
"Congratulations. Good show, old chap".
"Thank you, I'd better be off and find Ben and sit with him." She turned and started in the direction he had gone, but then stopped and looked back at me. "Jessica?"
"Mmmmmmm?"
"Don't call me Jakz".
"Don't call me Jessica".
"Whatever, bye".
"Later".
I didn't want to wait on the train for my other two friends to arrive, so I went to say goodbye to Ron, Hermione and Sarah and thanks for dropping me to the train station.
Then I started out by looking for Jeff, Jakz twin brother. I decided that he would be easier to find: just look for a group of giggling girls. The two words best used to describe Jeff is "hot" and "player". He loved the girls and they loved him. I'd call him an asshole and I can't be bothered changing him. I will just wait for someone good at that kind of thing to step forward.
I spotted him standing next to the last member of our group, Aaron. And for once there weren't a lot of girls around them giggling, but then weirder things have happen. Man, Jeff looked like he was in a bad mood and Aaron was trying not to laugh. O.K., you want to know about Aaron? Aaron will march to the beat to his own accordion, and sometimes I have heard him singing while he's at it.
"Hello boys, what's up?" I gave them a warm welcome.
"The sky. What do you bloody think?" he bit my head off. Oh shit, I think I'm in trouble.
"Run, while you still can," Aaron told me.
"So, what died up your ass today Jeff?" I said nice, hoping I'd get a trial before being summarily executed.
Before Jeff could talk, Aaron went for the goal. "Let me tell the story. I think I will be able to leave it G-rated, and Ject's head where it is."
I frowned. "I totally agree with Aaron. My heads in a great place".
"Look, I told you to run. You just didn't listen to me – the wise man".
"O.K.," I said with a bow.
"Many, many, moons ago, maybe 15 or so minutes, Angela, the summer fling, bumped into big, bad mood Malfoy. Malfoy took to the yelling, and made fun of the summer fling, and dumped her handbag all over the ground. Summer fling Angela, did not like this and came to little, sad, coward Jeff." I looked at Jeff, and I was sure fireballs were going to come out of his eyes, but Aaron went on. "She stomped her feet many times, giving poor, but cute, Aaron a sore head. Then she yelled, 'Get him back!' Little, sad, coward Jeff said, 'No.' Summer fling did not like this idea, and said that he would have done it for sexy, and now in big trouble, Ject. Finally, summer fling dumped his sorry ass."
At this part Jeff hit Aaron in the arm.
"Jeff honey, were you, or were you not going to dump her on the train anyway?" I asked.
"That is not the point, Jessica." I swear to god it's a good thing he's grumpy. I hate that name. "Every thing we bloody do is about, or ends up, with you and Malfoy yelling. And guess what? I'm sick of it. The day you say something nice, or do something nice to him, or even if he does something nice to you I will kiss this idiot—" he pointed to Aaron— "and it will be on the lips."
"Will it be with or without tongue? Oh well, it doesn't matter, I'll bring the camera," I told him with a smile.
"Fine, be like that. I am going to find a place on the train for us, before it leaves." Then he stomped off.
"Do you know what Aaron? He's the second person to say that to me today."
He linked his arm with mine and looked at me. "So, I guess you found out about Ben being a prefect?"
I smiled at him. "This year, my dear friend, is going to be fun. We better get on the train before it leaves."
On the train, Aaron spoke to me again. "So, like, this holiday did you, like, get to meet the famous Harry Potter?" he asked in a falsetto.
"No, didn't even get a signed photo in the mail. How was you holidays?"
"Great."
Twenty minutes later we found Jeff with a girl under his arm. "Hey guys, meet Tiffany. She's a 4th year, in Hufflepuff," he said smiling.
"Hi, I'm Ject…"
"Like, who doesn't know who you are? You're, like, the famous Harry Potter's daughter, or something."
"Or something," I agreed, sharing a smirk with Aaron who stood just out of her eyesight making faces at her.
"Hi, I am, like, the hot, totally cute guy, called Aaron or, like, something." Aaron moved around slightly and put his hand out for her to shake.
She smiled sweetly but didn't know what to make of it.
Man, this is, like, going to be the best train ride ever or, like, something.