When She Smiles

I thought, hey, why not post what I have. So here is Chapter 2. I will continue writing my story, but would love reviews and feedback! Thank you so much and I hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters-they all belong to JK Rowling.

Chapter 2

Millicent and Pansy sat alone together in the compartment. As soon as Goyle slid the door shut, Pansy turned to her.

"The bloody hell was that?" she practically squeaked.

"Hell if I know…"Millicent fidgeted in her chair. She hadn't see Goyle since the end of last term, since they all left for summer holiday. She had been pretty badly jinxed, and he hadn't been able to lift her off the ground to carry her to the hospital wing…

"Merlin, Milly, he practically challenged Draco for looking at you funny!" Pansy said in a breathless huff. "Pansy..I don't want to talk about it." Milly sighed. Looking up to her friends raised eyebrow she quickly added "Not right now." And with a short sigh, Pansy began filling Millicent in on everything she had missed, and questioned everything Millicent had been up to.

"See! Draco IS barking mad!"

"You look so beautiful! You look like who you were suppose to look like!"

"He wont let me touch him Milly…he wont let me do the things I used to for him.."

"Over holiday, at first he seemed fine but then….oh Mills, how I wish you would've been there!"

"You're hair is amazing, how did you lose so much weight so fast?"

"Goyle was awestruck! He wants you, it's obvious!"

Pansy talked at Millicent for over an hour, Millicent nodding and agreeing and speaking only when answering a question. But it almost seemed like there was something Pansy wanted to say to her, but every time she would start her mouth would snap shut. Finally, the conversation turned to Millicent. "It really is you in there, in that tiny little beautiful body, isn't it Mills?" Pansy asked in a low voice, her eyes brimming with tears. "My best friend, it's really you?" Millicent nodded, not knowing what to say. Of course it's me! How could something so little as an appearance change completely throw everything else off?

Millicent forced the shy smile to her lips as she responded to Pansy, telling her everything about her summer. Telling her how she wanted to write back but was afraid of upsetting the balance with the new…her. "I just didn't want you guys to think…different of me." She ended, not making eye contact with her best friend. "MILLICENT!" Pansy exclaimed. "Millicent, we-I-you know that's not true! This is an improvement!" she gushed. "It is?" Millicent looked up through her lashes at Pansy, confused. "Millicent, this is..its grand! I can take you out now! Not like I couldn't or didn't before…it's just now, well, shite look at you! We can get you a man! Goyle! Oh Milly, you have so much in store, now you have so much going for you!" Pansy was excited for her friend, but Millicent felt double meaning in her words. "I'm excited too." Millicent responded, plastering her face with the shy smile her mother taught her. Pansy saw through it but didn't comment, not wanting to bring on some huge confession shesh so close to Hogwarts. "Let's get in our robes, we are getting close now." Pansy commented, getting up to leave the compartment to retrieve hers. "Millicent, this isn't a bad thing," she said at the door, right before leaving. "this is a good thing! I'm so glad to have you back!"

Millicent dressed in her robes, noting how small they looked before she put them on, and not being able to believe that they fit her. She felt she could never get use to that. After getting dressed she collected her small carry on bags and made her way to the common area of the Slytherin car, where she knew everyone would be. This would be the first time the rest of the house saw her, and she was nervous. She crossed into the room and it went silent. All eyes were on her. She gave a small shy smile, meeting everyone's eyes in the room like her mother taught her before walking and taking her place at Pansy's side.

"BLOODY HELL."

And like that the gossip began. Girls came up to her, saying how beautiful she looked and commending her on her change. Boys whistled and smiled at her, probably trying to make up for all the foul things they had said to her in the past. Millicent was gracious in her words of thanks to those around her, in true Slytherin form. She was not prideful like a Gryffindor, but took all their words of praise like she deserved them-as if she already knew.

Soon they all broke off, the shock still there, but they were getting close to Hogwarts. Pansy went to sit on Dracos lap, curling into him like a cat. He didn't seem displeased, but it was almost like he didn't completely enjoy it either. Millicent observed this for only a second; before she felt herself being pulled down into someone's lap herself. "Here we go, you can seat yourself here if you fancy that." Millicent turned to see Crabbe's big ugly face smiling at her. With a grunt she pushed herself off him. "Go boil your head." She scoffed at him and went to resume her place, standing next to Pansy and Draco. But something made her stop. She felt eyes on her, and not just anyone's eyes. HIS eyes. Turning in this feelings direction, she found Goyle, sitting in the chair across from Draco, staring at her. When she met his gaze he again smiled his little smile, his face blushing, and patted his thigh. Was he seriously insinuating that she go and sit on HIS lap? Shooting a quick glance to Pansy, who smiled and nodded, and with a wink from Draco, Millicent crossed the close space and turned her back to Goyle, and went to sit on his lap. Goyle placed his hands on Millicents hips and gently guided her down...the movement felt almost sexual to her, the care he used to guide her. She had never had such an experience before and quickly she began to worry her weight would crush him or cause him pain. But to her pleasant surprise he was able to lift and adjust her to his will, having her sit on his lap so that she was facing to his right, with her legs dangling over the other side of the chair. She smiled at him as he wrapped his arms around her waist in a very possessive grasp. Crabbe grunted and turned his attention to Draco and the approaching Blaise Zabini, obviously irked that she rejected him. They all sat for a while, a group of them gathered closely together and listening to Draco go on and on about various subjects that were pressing over holiday. Millicent was very comfortable, having settled quite nicely into Goyles lap. She felt dainty and small, and she was perfectly okay with that in the moment. She felt his mouth move towards her ear, and his warm breath fall on her neck. "I just wanted to say," he whispered, his words quiet enough to not interrupt Dracos current ramblings and to not draw attention of anyone else in the room. If anyone did happen to notice this, they would look away, giving the two their privacy. "I just wanted to say that you truly do look…beautiful." The last word was airy, as if he couldn't find a good enough word to describe her. She turned her head to look into his eyes. His dark brown eyes clashed with her, and she smiled her sweet smile. Yet this time, it wasn't the one her mother had taught her. It was all her own. "Thank you." She whispered, just as breathlessly as he had. They shared their moment together before both turned their attention back to Draco. At some point, Goyle slipped his hand into hers, just as they had the year before. Only this time, it was in front of everyone. Millicent didn't know how it happened so quickly, but Pansy was right. Goyle was making it known that he was her man now, publicly. And she felt, for the first time, that this new her might just be a good thing after all.

She must have been too caught up in her own thoughts, in the feeling of Goyle tracing her fingers with his own, to notice the sudden and abrupt change in the atmosphere of the small group. But it became all too clear that the boy's (whose lap Millicent was sitting on) attention was being demanded elsewhere. Draco had stopped talking, the group a quiet hush. Millicent looked around, meeting everyones eyes. They were waiting…for her to leave. Goyle moved his leg underneath her, helping her slide off his lap. "Mills," Goyle said, fishing out a few gallons from his pocket and handing them to her. "would you be a dear and go fetch me a sweet from the trolley?" He flashed a too wide smile at her. She saw worry in his eyes. "Uh, yes, sure Goyle.." Millicent trailed off, holding out her hand to take the coins from Goyle. She knew the trolley was probably up towards the first year's car by now, being this close to Hogwarts...so she would have to hurry. Placing the coins in her hands, Goyle pulled her close, whispering to her again. "Now try to get me something as sweet as you are Kitty. And take your time." Goyle winked at her. Millicent blushed at the nickname he had used, hurrying along towards the car door. She knew he was just trying to comfort her but she couldn't help but wonder…Millicent hurried to the front of the car and opened the door. Passing through the small space between cars she felt almost a breeze…someone else passing through? No, that would be impossible, she didn't see anyone. Yet she could have sworn…Nevermind Millicent thought to herself and hurried along to catch the trolley before it was too late.

Pushing up through the waves of people, Millicent quickly passed through the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw cars, noticing but not taking to heart the looks that they all gave her. She paid them no mind, trying to move a quickly as possible while ignoring the howls and whistles from males. She had more pressing issues on her mind. Why hadn't her friends wanted her there? What were they talking about that she couldn't be in included in? Had she really missed THAT much while on holiday? So much was going through her mind she didn't recognize that she was coming up to the Gryffindor car, and upon sliding open the door between the cars she ran right into Neville Longbottom, who just so happened to be holding a stack of various Herbology volumes. She was knocked to the floor, Neville stumbling backwards. The books were knocked out of his hands and came crashing down onto Millicent, one directly on her nose. She heard the crunch and felt the warm blood run down around her face before she felt any sort of pain. "Bloody Hell!" She heard him exclaim, and she reached up for her face, whimpering in pain. "Blimey! I didn't see you there! Are you alright?" Neville crouched down, assessing the damage to Millicent's face while trying to figure out exactly whom it was that he had hurt. Tears came quick to Millicent's eyes, making her sight blurry. "Millicent Bulstrode?" Longbottom exclaimed, surprise blatant on his face. Her eyesight may have been blurry, but she hadn't missed that change in facial features. "Get off me Longbottom!" Millicent huffed angrily, pushing him out of her face. She tried standing but quickly realized just how heavy those books had been, causing bruising to her body. Gods, when did I get so fragile? Millicent thought to herself, feeling bruises already forming on her ribs and legs. Trying to stand and push past Longbottom, trying to get into the next car, Millicent felt her knees give slightly beneath her upon standing. Shite, I'm going to miss the trolley... Neville caught her just before she hit the floor, holding her up in his arms. "You oaf.." Millicent huffed the insult at Neville.

"Millicent, I'm so sorry, what can I.." Neville stuttered, shock still on his features. Other students began to gather around, all looking at the odd pair. Great, here come the rumors she thought.

"Get me to a mirror." Millicent growled, frustrated that this quick little trip was turning into a nightmare, all because of her decreased size. If only she had kept in touch, if only her friends still trusted her...

"Why?" Neville asked, dumbstruck. No wonder the kid was obsessed with plants, they must be all he knew. "I need to fix my nose Longbottom, or didn't you notice the blood?" She tried to push him forward, trying to make her way towards the Slytherin car. "Right, this way." Instead, Neville pulled her back towards the Gryffindor car, pulling her up into his arms so he could carry her with ease. Goddamn this size

Millicent thanked gods that the loos were towards the backs of the train cars, but she knew a few students saw him carrying her. A few more then she'd like. Neville quickly carried her inside, placing her gently on the seat and closing the door behind them. "Gods, Millicent Bulstrode, look at you! I didn't even recognize you!" Neville coughed out these words, while Millicent pulled her wand out.

"What are you doing?" Neville asked, eyeing her wand nervously.

"Fixing my bloody nose. If I wanted to jinx you Longbottom I already would've. And don't think I've forgotten last year." She hissed, her nose and body aching. "Help me up to the mirror, I need to fix this." Millicent tried to stand up, but couldn't. Why had those books been so heavy? Why had he had all of them? Here, on the train? He did as she asked, lifting her up so she could see herself in the mirror. She had only performed magic on herself a few times before, mainly make-up spells and such. This might be a little more challenging…

"You sure you don't want me to do it?" Nevilles voice shook. He was nervous. His lack of confidence in her was offensive.

"Yeah, I got it." Millicent took in a deep breath…"Episkey."

Again, she felt the crunch, but the pain followed immediately this time. "JESUS CHRIST." She barked out the muggle-religious curse, the one she had heard her great grandfather use a few times. The blood stopped and her nose was back in its place. Dark purple bruises immediately formed under both of her eyes. "Gods," her head was spinning, and she could feel the pressure in her head, the pain of her bones setting now getting to her. Black spots appeared in her vision. "Merlin, Millicent I told you I would do it!" Her body slumped against Neville, her head falling into his chest. "Go…please…just go get…get Goyle…" Millicent whimpered out, her eyes fluttering, tears brimming again. Her head was throbbing; she just wanted to be back with her friends. Back with Goyle. The pain to be gone.

As if the gods had sent him himself, the lavatory door slammed open violently. "What the fuck is this?" anger and concern laced his voice. "Goyle," Millicent whispered. She reached out towards him. He snatched her from Neville, pulling her to him with a quick motion. Her head cradled into his chest, her body feeling tingly. She felt safe in his arms, the black spots in her vision becoming bigger. "Kitty, wha-what happened? What is with the blood?" Goyle quickly looked her over, his eyes wide with fear. "Pain…help" Millicent croaked, her head feeling as if it were going to explode. Goyle pulled his wand and touched the side of Millicents head, muttering some sort of pain-be-gone charm. Suddenly, the pressure she felt in her head deflate. "Better" she whispered.

"The fuck did you do to her, Longbottom?" Goyle barked. Millicent flinched. His voice was so loud, yet it seemed so far away now... "No-Nothing! I mean, I accidently, I-we bumped into one another! I dropped books! They were big Herbology volumes! I'm so sorry!" Neville stuttered, trying to form words. "You shifty bloat! What were you doing in there with Milly?" Goyle glared at Neville, seeing the Weasleys and one Miss Granger come out of their compartments and appear behind Neville, confusion plain on their faces. "I swear, if you touched her, you pig, I'll carve your face up, you-"

"Shhh,"

His body stiffened as he felt the girl in his arms start to go slack. Goyle looked down into Millicents eyes, her pupils wide and eyes glazed over. Tears were streaming down her face, yet she seemed content. In another world almost. His pain-be-gone charm must have worked. He then noted the giant, dark purple circles under each of her eyes. Bruises. "What happened to her?" His eyes flicked to Neville, as he forced out the words between his teeth. "Goyle, please don't yell." Millicent cooed, stroking his face with the back of her hand. Her head felt all funny, the pain slowly making way for a new, fuzzier feeling. Goyle's eyes returned to hers, his features softening to concern. "I'm going to see to it that we are the first off this bloody train and the first to Hogwarts, and that we get you to the Hospital Wing." He whispered, the promise of protection enough for her. She was simply loving the speed at which this relationship was going. They were already together officially it seemed. Those notes he had sent her in their months apart must have been honest, the words of endearment even true for her before her transformation. He was her knight in shining armor after all. He came looking for her, didn't he? Goyle looked up from her face to shoot one last glare at Neville. "You." He hissed, his tone harsh. "I'm not finished with you. You'll pay for this. Mark my words." And with that Goyle lifted Millicent into his arms and stormed off towards the Slytherin car. That was the second time today she was carried, and she very much enjoyed the latter much more than the first.

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Okay so I changed it a little. I condensed chapters 2&3 into one chapter. I hope that makes it a little easier…or makes you a little more likely to read both haha. Thank you guys so much and please rate and give me your feed back!