A/N-Okay, they are in their sixth year at Hogwarts...so that means they're about 16. Ginny's 15, I made her a fifth year so that she is closer in age with Draco and Harry.
Draco
We make it the the station with almost no time to spare. Luckily no one was able too see that I was tremendously grateful for this.
The entire platform is crowed with families, from the huge band of eight Weaslys, nine including Potter, the-damn-noble-boy-who-won't-die, to smaller groups like Pugface, ah hem, I mean Pansy's family, which is her, her mother, her father, and her dimpled little sister.I stare hard at the ground, trying to convince myself I don't care about what's going on with my father, that I don't feel the hurt radiating from my mother, that I don't mind being the one either completely ignored or bitterly fought over even though I know that my father doesn't give a damn about me except to show me off, offer me up as a servant to the Dark Lord, or use against my helpless, miserable mother. I stand there alone except for my despondent mother. (I'm the only one who can tell what she's feeling. To the rest, she looks just as uninterested as I do.)
I've heard quotes like this before, and it's so damn true...the worst time to feel lonely is in a crowd.
Ginny
I'm caught in a blur of goodbyes to my overlarge family when I catch a glimspe of streaked silver-blond hair emerge into the platform. I look over Bill's shoulder (who I'm hugging for the fifth time), and watch him saunter regally into view. His london-blue eyes sweep over the crowd once, looking for something. I follow his gaze but it lands on the Parkinson family, and his eyes just droop uninterestedly and look at the ground. Even though he is still as attractive and eye-chatching as before, he looks different than he did last term. His face is lacking the usual amused smirk, instead replaced my a cold mask, taking everything in, letting nothing out.
And then, suddenly, his eyes swing up and meet mine, as if he could sense me watching. I'm so startled that he caught me staring that I blink and rapidly lower my eyes to the cobblestone platform. When I tentatively raise my eyes again, he has looked away and is hugging his mother, already forgotten about me staring and the look he gave me. But I will remember it. Because I know that look will haunt me forever, or at least until I find out what caused it.
Draco
I give my mother one last hug before regally boarding the train. It's chaos, filled with idiots trying to shove a trunk three times their weight into the overhead cabinets, kids jumping of the train for one last hug, first years crying, older kids reuniting in the middle of the isles, chatting, smiling, laughing. There's fat old Longbottom, doing his annual search for his ugly toad, and the Weasly kids all hanging out the window in their ratty, patched hand-me-downs, bellowing barbarically to their parents who are waving and blowing air kisses back. I feel a twinge in my stomach but try to convince myself that it's better that I've got a mother who cares about and upholds our high-society reputation.I lie to myself, saying that it's better to be feared and admired than loved.
I lie to myself all the time.
The only problem is, I never believe me.:(
A/N- soo sad, huh:( yay tho, I got that part done! PhenioxGypsy will add Padma's part a little later. Anyone can review, even if you don't have an account! Remember, reviews are like chocolate, you can never get enough!(americanathogwarts:)
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princessjasmine