Chapter 2
The train ride was finally over, and the students were getting into their transportation to Hogwarts. Liz was in the carriage, it always went so slow. Liz just wanted to get to the school.
I can walk faster than this, she thought. Then she got out of the carriage and really did walk faster. She had a strut to her, not the "hey look at me" strut but more of a "I'm in a hurry, don't mess with me" strut. She ignored all the curious eyes she felt upon her back as she did her strut. She was used to it. She soon passed all the carriages and was alone, the way she like it. She walked without thinking but in a mindless trance, arriving at the school sooner than she had expected.
"Here we go…again," she said, aloud going through the main doors.
In one of the carriages sat Draco. He could feel the pain still, he had been struck hard.
"Bloody hell," he said. "My manhood is killing me." There were numerous chuckles in the cart. Not like he cared, the only people who were with him were Pansy, Crab, and Goyle. No one else dared. "Hey don't even dare laugh again, it really does hurt."
"Suck it up, Draco," said Pansy. "But I can try to fix it."
Disgusted, Draco gave her a death glare sending her back to the pout face.
"I'll get that bitch back. Do any of you even know what her name is?" he asked. They all shook their head. "Well, I'll find out and then I'll get her back."
"I bet she's just another exchange student from America. Hey I bet if you try she fall in love with you they all seem too," said Goyle.
"I don't love, Goyle, I simply charm and have my way with them," said a rather conceited Draco. "And besides, she's from Gryffindor and she's British...dumbass"
"Right," agreed Goyle, nodding his head. They arrived at Hogwarts and went straight for the Dining Hall, where Liz was already sitting. Fortunately, so were a lot of other Gryffindors so she would have less chance of being noticed.
"Hey Liz," said one of her roommates, Emily.
"Hi Emily," she responded.
"How was your summer?" asked Emily.
"Good, worked hung out with my mom, how about yours?"
"Oh my summer was magnificent," said Emily, with hand movement, Liz figured Emily had French in her. "I was at the beach pretty much all summer, and with friends it was great." Emily was friendly, actually more antagonizing, but Liz liked her even though they were almost complete opposites. Liz didn't talk and Emily talked enough for the two of them, and then some.
"I have to admit you look like a babe this year," said Emily.
"Um, thanks…" she didn't believe it. She was completely oblivious of the fact that she had lost a lot of weight over the past year, and got contacts, and got braces off. Not to mention lost all her acne which, in terms, emphasized her dark honey with natural orange highlights and her raspberry lips.
"Are you excited for this year?" asked Emily.
Liz thought for a moment, "Nope, not in the least bit."
"Oh," said Emily, disappointed, raising a hand to her chin. "That's too bad." Liz shrugged her shoulder.
The induction ceremony for the first years was completed and dinner had been served. Liz ate her fair share, told Emily she was going to the tower, and off she went.
From the Slytherin table Draco watched, stroking his chin as though he had a beard, he was in deep thought, well as deep as his thoughts can get.
Gryffindor…he thought. Even more reason to bring her down. An evil grin crept over. He stood up and followed her out.
"Oy!" he shouted, down the hallway. Liz stopped in her tracks, glanced over her shoulder. She put her hand on her forehead, debating whether or not to ignore him or actually see what he has to say. She was going to stay. She turned to face him arms over her chest.
"You," he said coldly, pointing a finger. "You are the mute!"
"Sure, whatever you say," said Liz, dismissing Draco with her hand. She went to turn away but was caught by the arm.
"Because you're a lady, I'm going to give you a fair warning, you better watch your back," he said.
Liz stared at him, her yellow-green eyes widening. Draco couldn't tell if they were sad or outraged. She looked away then looked back. "What for?"
"Bec--, beacu—" he was so frustrated he couldn't even talk.
"Who's the mute now?" asked Liz, getting out of his grip and continuing her journey to the Gryffindor tower.
Draco couldn't believe what happened, he had actually stuttered talking to the girl who doesn't even talk. This was outrageous. He was mad at himself but furious with her, how could she have possibly not known? He stormed into the dungeons.