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Black curls of smoke billowed from the train, warning already hurried people that it was leaving soon. Scared first years clung to their parents, their only anchors to real life. Because when you start Hogwarts, it doesn't seem like real life. To the new first years, it wouldn't be the same as it had for me, there would be memorials scattered around, and forbidden corridors, where work wasn't finished. The war had damaged Hogwarts. Still it would be beautiful, if ever a building could be called beautiful, it would be Hogwarts.
Mother had told me that it would be best for my image if I rode with the girl on the train. I couldn't care less about my image. I knew what people thought of me. Still, if I was to have children with this girl, it was probably best if I could be civil with her. She did have friends, so she couldn't be so bad.
I take that back. She hasn't closed that mouth of hers since we arrived at the station. Blabbering on about those Nargles again. At first I was grateful for the conversation, but now I feel my ears may start bleeding.
Of course, being a gentleman, I had offered to carry her trunk. So now I was heading to the trunk, two cases in tow, and a blabbering girl. What would Father think? I laughed bitterly at that, I knew exactly what Father would think. Not that I cared.
Somewhere along the platform, I passed Potter, and Granger. I had heard that they were paired. I wonder what Weasley had to say about that? Not that I cared of course, I had bigger things on my mind, like the blonde following me. It seemed the conversation had turned and she was now telling me about knuckle-horned something. As soon as the trolley reaches us, I'm buying that girl a gobstopper. I don't care whether she wants one or not. Not that I'll force her to have one. Like I said, I'm a gentleman.
"Malfoy! Over here!" Blaise Zabini stood tall, hand in hand with Pansy Parkinson, soon to be Zabini. Pansy Zabini. Heh. That would take some getting used to. The dark haired girl seemed preoccupied, looking off somewhere to the left of her. I strode over, greeting my friends. I wasn't sure Pansy was acquainted with Luna, so I decided I better introduce them.
"Pansy, this is Luna. Luna, this is Pansy." Simple.
"I know that, Draco. Gosh you're so annoying!" Pansy seemed on the brink of tears, her sudden burst silencing everybody. I just raised an eyebrow, looking to Blaise.
"Oh, she's just stressed 'cause she thinks she's pregnant."
"Pregnant? You didn't waste time."
"Didn't see the point in doing. Going to get married as soon as possible." Pansy nodded before letting go of Blaise's hand and flouncing off, saying something about finding a compartment.
"So Luna, Have you moved into the Manor yet?" Blaise never could do small talk. He always asked too big of a question. He should've just asked her about the weather.
"No." Okay, so she doesn't shut up all of the way here, and now she answers with one word. Hey, I'm not complaining.
"She's not moving into the Manor. We're moving into the cottage." Zabini nodded and we boarded the train, looking for Pansy.
A fifth year prefect, one of the new ones, was showing a group of small second years to a compartment. Most are unfamiliar, though I recognise two. The Carrows used to have fun with them. Actually, the one with blonde pigtails was the first to visit the hospital wing because of them. Pomfrey was fuming.
When we finally found Pansy, fiddling with the wrapper of a chocolate frog, we joined her in the compartment. It was a half-decent one, not too near the back of the train, but not too near the front that there are tonnes of disruptions.
"She won't actually be pregnant, this is the third time she's got it into her head that she is." Blaise whispered into my ear as we sat down. Pansy wasted no time before starting to kiss his neck, her hand resting on his upper thigh. How he coped with it, I had no idea. I didn't think Pansy was particularly unattractive, apart from her puggish face, but I knew from experience that kissing her was a horrifying ordeal. Her tongue was sluggish, and I imagine that Weasley would have horrid flashbacks from second year upon playing tonsil tennis with her. Not that he would be, she was marrying Blaise. Luna sat beside me, happily fiddling with some necklace she seemed to wear all the time.
It wasn't long until we were joined by Nott and some Hufflepuff girl in the year below us. She seemed scared out of her wits; though I can't say I blame her. Luna smiled friendlily at her and turned back to her fiddling.
Potter and his crew turned up, as expected, it wouldn't be a train ride to Hogwarts without a visit from the chosen one. Granger stuck her head in first, looking around, with Potter and Weasley close behind. They didn't seem to want any trouble, which was a good thing, as I planned on sleeping, or at least pretending to sleep to avoid awkward conversation with Nott. I had never gotten on with him, something my father never understood.
This year would be different, the war was over and I was to marry Luna Lovegood. All of my friends would marry and we were all to have children. In my eyes, I still like to think we're children.