Padma(written by PhenioxGypsy)
He is just sitting there, staring out the window, completely silent. It bothers me, which was odd considering that silence was my thing. I had once not talked an entire summer just because there was no need to say anything but this, this was just annoying. I need him to say something so I can argue with him.
Glancing out the window I see the castle in the distance. I kick Draco in the shin to get his attention and tell him that he should change into his robes.
After giving me a mortified expression, to which I do not respond as it looks too staged, he gets up begrudgingly and leaves the compartment with his mandatory school robes in hand. In turn, I stand up and remove my school robes from my bag, laying them out on the bench, and locking the sliding door.
I slip off my trainers and socks placing them in my bag, next I unzip my pink jacket, fold it, and then I place it in my bag; then I pull off my loose white top, loving the way the soft lace of my undershirt is being pulled slightly with my top, I fold the top and place it in the bag. Finally I unzip my pants and slide them down my long smooth coffee legs allowing them to pool at my feet, I then fold them and place them in my bag.
I slide on my button up long sleeved cuffed white blouse over my bra and undershirt and close all the buttons except for the top one. I pick up my black skirt and slide it over my soft legs, and before I zip the skirt I tuck in my blouse. The next step is my black shiny flat Marry Jane's, as soon as I buckle the last shoe there is a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I call out in a sing song voice.
"Draco Malfoy," he responds in the same sing song voice.
I laugh as I twist my hair and clip it to my head, and then I unlock the door and slide it open for him. He smiles that dammed smile of his, I can't see how he can be cocky as hell but still so cute.
I laugh at him and ask, "What?".
"Can I make one change?" he asks pushing himself off the door.
"What?" I ask biting my red bottom lip, unknowingly turning him on slightly.
In answer he reaches one hand, his right, around to my neck. I take a short intake of breath subconsciously closing my eyes. But he does not lean forward in fact he doesn't even touch my neck, instead his hand is on my hair clip, he unclips it and my curls slide out down my shoulders and to the middle of my back. He then pulls a medium size section of my hair over the front of my left shoulder.
"There," he whispers smiling as he pulls back. "You look at least ten times better with your hair down." He continues in a normal voice after clearing his throat, avoiding eye contact and seating down on the bench.
I laugh at where my mind had been, I mean this is Draco Malfoy, I hardly know him, but that can always be altered if need be. I sit down and we continue on in compatible silence until the train screeches to a stop.