Disclaimer: I don't own anything, though I wish I did. The Characters, Location, and everything belong to JK Rowling.

Author's Note: This is not compliant with HBP. I love the book, but it makes a pre-started story hard to continue.

The Trouble With Draco Malfoy

Chapter Four: What do You Say in a Moment Like This

I woke up this morning and I was so fucking pissed off. My parents were going to die soon. They were going to get an owl that told them that I was in Slytherin and then they were going to die. We had celebrated my last Christmas, my last Halloween, and my last birthday. I wanted to kill the Malfoys', but I knew that wasn't an option in the life of the "rich and famous."

My parents and I went to platform 9 3/4 and said good bye. "See you at Christmas Break, sweetie." My mother said. It was the last thing she ever said to me. She put on a show so that no one else would ever know what happened. I just turned and walked away. I could feel the tears coming and I didn't want to embarrass myself.

I left my bags (all twenty-seven of them) there for my parents to see to. They would make sure that my bags were taken care of before I left. It was the least they could do. I didn't wait for Draco like I said I would. I didn't say good-bye one more time. I didn't hang on to the last second. With nineteen minutes left, I boarded the train.

I walked through the train to pick the most comfortable empty compartment. I didn't care if Draco didn't find me while on the train. I didn't care if he made my life at school hell because I didn't wait for him. I just didn't care anymore. My parents were going to die and it was all his fault. I couldn't bring myself to care.

I sat down and waited for the train to go. I watched as parents said good-bye to their children. I hated them all. They would all see their parents or children again. I would never see my mother or father or house again. Undoubtedly the house would be sold and used for part of my dowry. I hated them all.

The door of my compartment suddenly opened and there, standing in the doorway, were two other witches who looked about my age. They both had blonde hair. One had brown eyes and one had blue. The brown eyed one was taller then me or the blued one, but that's not saying much considering both me and bluey are what you would call petite.

I looked at them and sneered, "What do you want? Go find your own compartment."

They both looked startled at my reaction, considering most people were happy to go to Hogwarts. The brown eyed one recovered first. "My name is Becca, and this is Mandi. We are going to be in Slytherin, and judging by your voice, expression, sneer, and haughty disdain for the world, I would guess so are you. We might as well get to know each other since we will be dorm mates."

I immediately felt drawn to the two blondes. They seemed to know who they were and what they were about. There was only one thing that remained to be determined. Only one thing that would even let me consider getting to know them. "I am a pureblood. I would guess by your haughty disdain for the world, so are you. Well, are you?"

Mandi, who seemed to recover once discovering I was going to fry them and eat them, spoke up, "But of course. Everyone who is anyone is a pureblood. I am sorry, but did you say your name?"

"Mollie. Mollie Starre."

They both gasped in amazement. Obviously they came from the few privileged families that knew about my engagement with Draco bloody Malfoy. "Judging by your tell tale gasps, which you really should get rid of if you are going to perfect your looks of innocence when guilty, you know about the betrothal."

Mandi smiled in amusement, "Draco was looking for you on the platform not even three minutes ago. He is going to be pissed when he finds you here all along. Come on, Becca, lets stay and watch the fun. Do you mind if we stay, Mollie? We won't be in the way."

"As you please." I wanted them to stay, but I wouldn't let that on. I wouldn't let my emotions guide me anymore. I must lead with my head, not my heart.

We were not seventeen minutes out of London when the compartment door opened again. "Why if it isn't Mollie Starre. Looks like you have met Becca and Mandi who know all so there is no need to be a gentlemen and keep secrets here." A voice drawled at me. 'God,' I thought, 'I am in for it now. I should have waited.'

The voice suddenly cut through. "What in the fuck do you think you were doing? You were under strict orders to meet me on the platform. You completely disobeyed that order. You know the arrangement, the deals. You don't know hell though, Mollie my dear. I could always give you a slice. I could give you a sample and turn people against you, my love. I could…'

I cut him off there. "I know more about the arrangement then you do, Draco Malfoy. Do you know how long my parents will live? Do you know how many abortions my mother had for the godforsaken marriage? Tell me, my dear, how many? How long?"

"What in the fuck are you talking about, Mollie. Nothing like that happens in modern times."

"Five abortions. The Starre family line isn't allowed to continue. They have a month, Draco. There days are numbered. You think I care about one fucking promise I broke to you. You think that I honestly wanted to see you after knowing that because of our betrothal, my parents were going to die. No. I wanted to avoid you, not see you. Please, don't ask me to say sorry. Don't demand things that I am unable to give right now. You knew about this, didn't you Draco. You knew last night, when you said good night. You knew it would be the last night with my parents."

"Of course I knew. But you are not meant to know. That was part of the contract. You would know nothing. You would be innocent. Your plans have been slightly changed by this turn of events. My parents could tell that yours would crack if you asked, and they could tell that you would ask. A separate area in the common room has been reserved for us. A living area with two doors leading off; one to your room, and one to mine with a door connecting both of our rooms. It is all arranged, all confirmed. That is, if we both get in Slytherin. Cheer up, little Mollie, the end of the world, has not yet come. That is in a month."

"You can rot in hell."

"Now, now, my dear. Is that any way to talk to your fiancé? Don't make me teach you a lesson. Mandi, Becca, any of this gets out and Mollie will have hell on her hands, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" Draco suddenly stood up. "I have some business to take care of with Crabbe and Goyle, then I will be back. Don't attempt anything stupid, Mollie, my love, or I will do something to rectify it. I will not be marrying a stupid girl." With that he walked out.

Becca turned to me and spoke, "Mandi and I consider ourselves twins, you want to be triplets?"

I would love to, my heart screamed. Get me away from my freak of a fiancé. I, of course, composed myself, "Sure, why not." My eyes spoke what my mouth would not. What my tone would not. Sure, I would love to; it would be the best thing that ever happened in my entire life.