I must have fallen asleep because I don't remember anything else on the train ride, except for shifting closer to the warm thing beside me, which I found out later on was Harry. I woke up when the train pulled to a stop and Harry shook me awake. It was a bustle as we as we rushed to get out. I saw rather eerie looking horses – which I remembered to be Thestrals. I had seen them before and I caught Harry's eye as he suppressed a shudder. "What are those things?" He asked, in disgust. Hermione looked around curiously. "What things? You can't tell me you don't know what a carriage is –" "No! Those horse-like things!" Harry cut off, annoyed. "Thestrals. Horses only seen by those who have seen death. Which, apparently appear to be me and you." I said, smartly. Harry smiled and I felt a heavy hand fall on my shoulder, and I nearly stumbled onto my face. I was glad when Ron caught the back of my sweater. "'Ello there!" A gruff voice said, cheerily.

Harry brightened up considerably. "Hello, Hagrid. This is our friend Govette. She was sick last year." He said, nodding towards me before he pulled be away from Hagrid, who looked a little grave. "Oh. Fancy that. Sorry 'ou 'ere sick. Good yeh pulled throu' thou'." He said, happily. I gave a small laugh and smiled before I saw Draco beckon me over to him. "Excuse me," I said, dashing through the crowd and leaping into Draco's carriage, to be greeted by Pansy Parkinson and his gang of unruly friends. "Parkinson," I said, narrowing my eyes unhappily at the girl. We'd never gotten along. Draco smiled happily. "Govette," He said, patting the empty seat beside him, and I took it quickly before Parkinson could whip into it. I felt his arm drape around my waist, and I was smiling before I even knew I had done anything. "What is it?" I asked, turning to look at him. Pansy kicked my shin, and I winced. Draco glared daggers at her. "Leave." "But –"

"LEAVE!" Draco bellowed, and even I pulled back in fear. Pansy nearly wet herself, but agreed, scrambling out of the carriage as fast as her pencil thin legs could carry her. Blaise's eyes didn't change, although Crabbe and Goyle gave small grunting laughs. "She's a bright one," grunted Crabbe before laughing again. I smiled quietly, because Draco was drawing something on my hand with the special spell I had put on his hands and mine last year. Since we hadn't been able to talk, we'd write invisible messages in our hands that no one else could see. People presumed we were just checking to see if the ink was beginning to flow right in our quills, but we wrote small notes to each other. We'd lay in bed for hours, writing to each other. I looked at my hand. "I miss you already," It read, and I smiled before I left the compartment, taking out an ink pen and writing back. "I missed you before." We often played little games like this, seeing how close our relationship was. When we were at Christmas Dinners, our parents would treat us like lovebirds. "Oh, look at how little Govette looks so pretty there by young Draco's side," or, "Look! Draco just kissed her cheek. How adorable is that?" Draco had kissed my cheek when we were five, and we had commersed in kissing battle. We'd chase eachother around, acting like we'd gotten revenge on eachother with every cheek kiss. I smiled, remember that before Harry nearly tackled me into a carriage. "Bloody hell. Pay attention!" Harry cried, and I frowned. 'Sorry, Mr. Potter."I said. Harry winced. We were soon trudging along in the mud up to the castle, where we each looked forward to something. I looked forward to my warm bed, and writing to Draco again. Ron was obviously looking forward to dinner, because when we got close enough he took a deep whiff of the air. "Lovely. Smells like Chicken." He said, and nearly all of us burst into laughter.