"Govette, are you ready yet, darling?" Lucius cooed at me as he ran a brush through my hair and I finished packing.
"Almost, Lucius." I said, letting him toy with my hair as I closed the trunk and felt his strong hands grip my shoulders.
"Be careful. Potter is more dangerous than we thought for a thirteen year old. Don't let yourself be fooled." He said, tapping my chin lovingly before he levitated the trunk down the stairs where Draco was waiting. He looked rather tired, but he managed to smile when I came down the stairs.
"Govette. You look wonderful." He said, as he took my hand. He always did that when he knew I wasn't feeling well, or I was particularly not looking forward to something. But today I felt fine, and I was looking forward to seeing everyone again, so Draco really had no reason to hold my hand. This time I knew it was for his own benefit, because I could feel him nervously shaking.
"Whats wrong, Draco?" I asked, and he turned to me, upset.
"You won't forget me, will you? When you are around them? You won't forget the promises I made to you, will you? Please, tell me you won't." He said, his voice rather choked up. Lucius looked at his son oddly, as Draco quickly drew the back of his hand against his eyes. He had finally unslicked that hair of his, and it lay messily in his face. I smiled gently, before brushing the strands away from his red eyes.
"Draco, we've been friends for longer than I can remember, of course I won't forget you. I couldn't ever forget you, even if I tried." I replied. Draco smiled weakly before draping his arms around me in an awkward hug, of which I hugged him back and he finally pulled back after a few moments.
"You know we can't talk at the school," He said, unhappily. "It might give you away."
"I know, Draco." I replied once more before I took his hand firmly in mine and Lucius apparated us both to the train station, and Draco reluctantly parted from me. He took one last look at me before I was bombarded by Gryffindors.
"GOVETTE!" A familiar voice bellowed from halfway across the station. He ran over to me, and I recognized him almost immediately. Harry Potter. He was ruddy handsome.
He had defiantly grown up in the last year. I gasped as he nearly leapt at me, hugging me.
We hadn't been that close since I met him, why now was he leaping all over me? "Harry! Its lovely to see you." I said, hugging back softly before he drew back. "Where were you? Were you alright? I tried writing to you. How come you never replied? What happened? I missed you. There was a lot of things going on last year. There was a house-elf named Dobby.." DOBBY. Dobby! So that's where that elf went! "..Who told me not to go back to Hogwarts. But I did and we missed the train thanks to him, and there was this ruddy bloke of a teacher called Lockhart, and I broke my arm and we flew to Hogwarts in a Ford Angelina and..and.." He took a deep breath, before finishing. I don't think he realized he was still gripping my waist. "We crashed into the Whomping Willow. Oh, it was a spectacular year, I wish you would have been there." He finally finished, and I brushed his hands off my waist finally. He grinned. "Sorry. Okay, now answer my questions." He demanded, as he helped me push my trolley up to the platform, which he had ran out of. We both ran towards the brick wall, and I closed my eyes as we finally stopped, and I was greeted by three familiar faces and a lovely train. "Govette!" Ron exclaimed, hugging me before Hermione hugged me as well and Draco looked over at me longingly. I smiled softly in his direction, as everyone helped me get my things on the train. I smiled and held tightly onto the trolley. When we were all situated in a compartment, I answered Harry's questions.
"I was sick." I replied, "I was home, I couldn't write letters because I was ill." Harry looked gravely sad.
"You're alright now?" He said, and I nodded. Hermione frowned.
"I'm so sorry." She said, before she hugged me and I saw Draco standing in the door way, sneering at the crowd. There was an odd twinkle in his eye when he looked at me. The same one he had when he pulled a trick on me on Christmas Eve two years ago and got me to kiss him.
"Ah well. Look, its Potty-Wee-Potter with all his little friends. Oh, and who's this?" He said, pushing past Crabbe and Goyle who grunted and a little blackhaired girl came up behind him. I recognized her to be Pansy Parkinson. Pansy smirked at me, and clung tightly onto Draco's arm.
"Govette Adams." I said, holding out my hand, which Draco took and kissed. It was odd to hear a soft yelp from Harry who had been tightening his fist before Ron elbowed him in the ribs.
"Pleasure," Draco said, with a soft smirk although Pansy looked perturbed.
"Dracooooo, lets go. I'm sick of being in such company. Pathetic little weasels, everyone of them." Pansy said, sticking her nose in the air. Draco patted her hand and nodded. "Alright, darling." He said, before he escorted her out and I rolled my eyes before everyone turned back to me.
"He kissed your hand!" Harry cried, angrily. "What a bloody invasion of your personal space." I laughed and Ginny, Ron's littlest sister looked unhappy.
"I think I'll go find Neville." She said, before she ran out of the compartment, and left us all looking flabbergasted.
"I tell you Harry, she likes you." Ron said, chewing on a licorice rope he had brought, tossing us all candy, of which I handed back. Harry looked at me oddly, as he ripped into a box of Bernie Botts' every flavor beans. "Do you want one?" He asked, and I refused. I still didn't feel up to eating much. Harry shrugged, popping a few of the colorful beans in his mouth and chewing. He had the luck that no one else had. He only managed to find the nicest ones, even though he took random handfuls. I leaned against the window, as rain began to pound against the glass.