Chapter 4 The only empty compartment. – set during COS – Book 2

She walked through the crowded train, looking for a place to sit down. It was her first time in this huge red train. She didn't knew anyone, and no one knew her. She didn't noticed that some people pointed at her because her wand was tucked behind her ear, she just kept on walking and looking for a place to sit and quietly read her Quibbler. She walked but the all the compartments she saw where full. After 2 more minutes of walking, she was almost near the end of the train, and she finally saw a compartment that wasn't completely filled with people. It was almost empty, inside sat just one blond-haired boy, who was staring out the window. With a bit effort she opened the door to the compartment and walked inside.

"I'm sorry," she quickly said, "is it okay if I sit here? All the other compartments are full and my feet begin to hurt if I stand to long," she asked him, but before he could answer, she was talking again. "I've been walking around for almost 10 minutes now, it's my first time you know, I'm kind of nervous. My dad said I would do fine, he's the editor of the Quibbler, I think you know it," and she held up her own copy. "So, who are you? I'm Luna," she asked him with a dreamy smile, completely forgetting he never answered her first question.

The blond-hair boy was now staring at her, as if she was crazy, which she probably was. She just came barging into his compartment. But for some weird reason he couldn't sent her away, and she kept staring at him, as if she was expecting him to talk to her. When he couldn't bare her intense stare anymore he finally answered her question. "Draco Malfoy," he growled, and then he started staring out the window again.

Luna sat down opposite of him, she lifted her legs on the bench and laid them down on the seat. She opened her Quibbler and in a second she was completely dissolved by the odd magazine, which seemed to be upside down. In some strange way, Draco Malfoy felt some affection for her. The way her dirty blond hair fell down her shoulders, the way her big blue eyes shifted over the pages, not bothering to look up at him while he stared at her. Her wand was tucked behind her ear, though it looked really funny, Draco didn't laugh, it somehow fitted her.

"How is Hogwarts?" her dreamy voice suddenly filled the compartment, catching him a bit off guard.

"What do you mean?" he answered, slightly confused by her question.

"How are the people? Is it big? How are the classes? How is the food?" she spoke slowly, emphasising every question.

Personally he didn't knew why he didn't just left the compartment and left her there, she surely wasn't someone worthy to talk to, but for some reason he didn't want to leave. "You have lots of different people, I think you need to see for yourself if you find the people nice. The classes are boring, but the food is really good," he just answered her questions without thinking.

"In which house are you?" her blue eyes were fixated on his face and he noticed she blinked a lot less times than a normal person does.

"Slytherin,"

"Isn't that the house were all the bad people went? You don't seem like a bad person, you seem nice," first he thought she was joking, but when he looked into her eyes, he saw no glint of humour in them, and he knew she was serious. He was kind of intimidated by her bluntness.

"Thanks, I think," he said, a bit taken back.

"No problem," she smiled.

The train moved on and their conversation died, her attention was once again turned to her Quibbler and he stared out the window again. They didn't spoke again until the train stopped moving.

"Thank you for letting me sit in your compartment," she said dreamily, she grabbed her luggage and then she was gone.

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"Lovegood, Luna," Professor McGonagall said and his head shot up at this familiar name. The sorting ceremony never fascinated him that much, so he never paid much attention, but when he heard her name all his attention was turned to the old, frayed hat.

Secretly he hoped that weird old hat would say slytherin, but he would never admit that. Secretly he was disappointed when that weird old hat said Ravenclaw, but he would never admit that. Secretly he was devastated when he saw her sat down at a table on the other side of the room, knowing they would never be friends, but he would never admit that.