"Draco don't you think people will wonder if we're not doing Prefect duties?" I questioned, not all to caring in reality.
"We've got other things to worry about," he said idly as he was laid across my lap, me stroking his white blonde head.
Granger and Weaselbee walked by a few moments later, Draco sitting up and making a rude hand gesture to them through the glass. I found it rather irritating that to this day, they still mixed Pansy and I's names up… I looked nothing like her after all, but then again, Gryffindor's were rather thick.
"I can't stand that Mudblood, Granger," I hissed as a frightened second year walked tentatively in our compartment.
"What do you want?" questioned Draco coldly.
"I- I have a message for a Blaise Zabini from Professor Slughorn," stuttered the young Hufflepuff.
Zabini looked rather surprised, and rose silently to follow the second year, reading his letter.
"I wonder why we didn't get one." Pansy said jealously, I rolled my eyes at her, nobody cared about Pansy Parkinson.
I sat there mindlessly stroking his hair, communicating with each other through our minds about or task at hand.
It was a long while before Zabini finally returned walking through the compartment door, it stuck as he tried closing it.
"What's wrong with this thing?" he said angrily. Draco sat up and I ceased stroking his hair. Suddenly the door flung open, and Zabini was thrown into Goyles lap. Both of them snarling at each other, Goyle stood up, closing the door and flung Blaise off him.
I resumed stroking Draco's hair, as he told me through his mind, he just saw a sneaker whipping up onto the luggage rack, I smirked, and knew, fun would soon follow.
"So Zabini, what did Slughorn want?" Draco questioned.
"Just trying to make up to well-connected people. Not that he managed to find many." Zabini said, still glowering at Goyle.
"Who else had he invited?" Draco may as well have demanded.
"McLaggen from Gryffindor"
"His uncle's big in the Ministry" Draco concluded.
"-someone called Belby, from Ravenclaw-"
"Not him, he's a prat." I hissed.
"-and Longbottom, Potter, and that Weasley girl," Zabini finished.
"He invited Longbottom?" Draco questioned so aggressively that he sat up, knocking my hand away.
A rustling above Crabbe caught my attention, and held it until Draco stopped hinting around about joining the Dark Lord, I spoke intermittently, but not truly engaged in the conversation. Finally when I was pulling my robes on, I heard a clunk and gasp above Crabbe's head. Draco noticed it too, shooting me a sideways glance. As everyone pushed their way through the corridor, I held my hand out to take Draco with me.
"You go on, I want to check something." He told me. But in his mind he was saying I saw a flash of white, and heard a gasp and clunk, I'm not letting Potter escape, not after what he did to my father.
I nodded and left, waiting in a carriage alone for him. Not too long afterwards, he emerged from the scarlet engine.
"So what did you do?" I questioned.
"I broke Potters nose, stunned him, and sent him on his way back to London," he told me proudly, I laughed and kissed him, as we rode up to Hogwarts in a carriage pulled by black winged horses; Thestrals.