Teardrop Kisses

I gave Kadie one last squeeze of our embrace. My heart was heavy and I was angry. I looked at Mark over her shoulder. He was looking glum.

"Don't worry Rosie; we will see each other soon. I promise." I whispered into her hair.

"I know, but it feels like we just got you home. And now we are back at this train station." she let me go. Her face was sad.

"I know, honey." I said, my voice was hoarse with emotion.

"Take better care of yerself." Mark ordered. He blew me a kiss. I returned it.

"I will try." I replied, "Denali, come."

He flew off my father's shoulder and landed on my scar. I gave my family one last look and wave before I stepped on the train. I felt like I was being ripped in two.

I walked down the hallway looking for an empty compartment. There were voices coming from behind closed doors. Most talking about what kind of presents they received.

Denali and I located one that was empty and we entered. I brought out my luggage and enlarged it. I levitated my trunks onto the luggage rack. Denali hopped down to the bench and made his perch there.

I sat down next to him and stroked his wing. He hooted appreciatively. I reached into my robes and pulled out a book. I had decided that I was to stay awake during this train ride. I was going to be alert and ready for whatever may happen.

My father and my friends had insisted on coming along to see me off. They were worried that there going to another attack. Hell, I was worried there was going to be another attack. The same surprise does not get me twice.

"Are you saving these seats for anyone?" a voice floated from the door. I looked up to a girl about my age.

"No." I replied and went back to my book and thoughts. I heard three people sit down on the bench across from me.

I felt the train leave the station. My eyes stung with tears, but I had cried all my frustration out a few days earlier. This is only for a few months, then you will see them again.

My companions were silent as we rolled down the tracks. I started to become curious as to who they were. When I looked up from my book, I realized my curiosity should have piqued when they entered.

"So, I look like a rat?" the boy with black hair said. My breath caught in my throat.

"I think she also said you were a 'slimy prick', Blaise." the girl who asked to sit down added.

"I heard she said we all smell like garbage." the third person said. He was a burly boy. He looked like he could not read a book.

"Well, you do." I said calmly.

"Do you have a death wish, American?" the girl snapped. Her name was Parkinson. Pansy Parkinson. She was not a sight of beauty. She had a pug face.

"I might." I replied. Was the boy Goyle? I think so. Goyle sounded right.

"Are you thick?" Goyle asked.

"I might be." I placed my book next to me on the bench. Goyle growled in frustration.

"I only heard rumors about how crazy and stupid you were. I didn't believe them until now." Blaise said, as he got up, "We will be watching you. You won't be safe for long." the other two followed his lead.

"What does that mean?" I growled. I hate being threatened.

"You'll see." Pansy called out sweetly.

I growled and fell back into my seat. I hate it when people lead me on and then do not tell me the punch line. I felt out of the loop. That has happened one too many times since leaving home.

The compartment door slid open and then closed. I looked up and there was a hooded man standing in front of it. The shoes he was wearing looked expensive. In fact, all his clothing looked expensive. His walking staff was black with a silver snake head as the handle. He pulled down the hood of his cloak. My blood froze.

"You always travel alone?" Lucius Malfoy sneered as he sat down. I refused to show that he scared the crap out of me.

"No." I replied, "I always travel with my owl. He never leaves my side."

"How disgusting." he drawled.

"He smells better than you." I said coldly.

"Temper, Henria." Lucius clicked his tongue in displeasure.

"What do you want?" I said, frustrated.

"I see you are not one for small talk. How unfortunate." his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Small talk is for people. You do not qualify." I growled. What the hell was I doing? I did not know.

"Name calling, how juvenile. I expected better, from a teacher." Lucius sneered.

"Your stench is filling my compartment. Leave." I snarled.

Lucius was quick. He had the front of my robes in his grasp and me pinned to the window before I could blink. Denali screeched.

"You are a foolish little girl! You are a crackpot, just like you Uncle!" he snarled in my face. My eyes widened at the mention of my lineage, "Yes, I know your family. All such great wizards and witches. Yet, Lord Voldemort has killed almost all of them." his smile was vile.

"Bastard!" I whispered. I started struggling against his grip, "Let me go!" I growled.

"You have a foul mouth. But what do you expect from a child who grew up in America?" Lucius sneered and let me drop. I was not expecting that, so I lost my footing and fell on my butt. His chuckle held evil undertones.

"Not one for chivalry? How unfortunate." I said as I picked myself up off the ground. Is this something that I do with Malfoy men?

"Chivalry is for ladies. With your foul mouth and boyish look, you do not qualify." Lucius replied with his signature sneer.

"And here I thought you were a nice guy. Just a few weeks ago you said I was lovely." I reached in my pocket and grasped my wand.

"Your wit and eagerness to curse other people makes you a great candidate for Slytherin." Lucius said as he placed his hood back on.

"Leaving so soon? I was just getting used to your stench." my voice was sharp and direct. Lucius' cheeks tinged pink a bit. He was really getting annoyed with that joke.

"Since I failed my mission, I am going to be taking my leave." his voice was almost disappointed.

"I am quite accomplished at Occulemency and Legilimency." I bluffed. I tried it once or twice with my father and he found out that I went to wild parties filled with booze, drugs and sex. All of which I never participated in. Or, at least not that I remember.

"Oh, really? The only reason I failed my mission was terrible memories of some disgusting party. I got a headache from you inebriated status." Lucius drawled in a bored tone. I smiled sweetly at him.

"I said I was quite accomplished at Occulemency and Legilimency." I said as I sat down on the bench.

"I'm sure that does not qualify." a familiar voice stated from the door. My heart sped up at the sound of his voice.

"Draco." Lucius nodded his head.

"Father." Draco bowed his head in respect. They looked at each other with stony stares.

"Wow, you two are not awkward." I muttered under my breath.

"Consider my surprise when I heard your voice through the door. You told mother that you had to be to work early." Draco walked around to put himself between me and his father.

"This is my work." he responded, "How is your project coming along?"

"Well." Draco's tone was clipped.

"Do not fail me, boy." Lucius snarled and turned around. He left the compartment with a swish of his cloak. I let out a breath that I did not know I was holding.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked softly. My temper flared. I felt my face go hot.

"Why weren't you on the platform?" I said through clenched teeth. Draco's face went hard.

"You seem to be fine." he answered his own question tartly.

"Your father had nearly killed me twice in as many weeks. Why weren't you on the platform?" I calmed my voice.

"Pansy and Blaise found me and told me we needed to get out of there. I left with them." Draco's features were frustrated, "I forgot how angry you were."

"I'm only pissed off because your father has caused interruptions twice now. And I don't take kindly to threats. You know that." I retorted. Draco heaved a huge sigh.

"Henria..." he sounded tired. I realized that he had dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks were taunt on his bones. I could feel my face melt into horror as I raised my hand to cover my parted lips.

"Draco! What has happened to you?" my voice was a horrified whispered.

"Let it alone." he rumbled while rubbing the back of his neck. It was my turn to sigh.

I scooted down the bench and motioned for him to join me. When he planted himself next to me, I gently laid his head down in my lap. I opened my book and started reading. I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair. Before long, I heard his breathing settle into a quiet, stagnant rhythm. I smile slightly to myself.

After sitting next to him during dinner, much to the displeasure of Pansy, Goyle and Blaise, we headed up to our dormitory. His nap on the train did him some good. He looked relaxed. Until we entered the Common Room. He got tense again.

"More questions?" he inquired as he bent his frame and eased down on the couch. I slowly sat down next to him.

"What's your project?" I knew just how to piss him off.

"I can't discuss that with you!" Draco snapped at me. I looked at him unflinchingly.

"You don't want to discuss this with me." I shot back. His eyes started to darken.

"You just like to dangle yourself over a snake pit, huh?" he stood, agitation controlled his body. Draco started pacing, "I can't talk about it."

"When will they come?" my voice soft and a breathe of a whisper.

"Soon." his tone chilled my bones. My hand shot to cover the gasp from my lips, "Your eyes are sea foam green." he stopped pacing.

"What?" I sputtered. His signature smirk replaced his agitation.

"They're sea foam green." he repeated slowly, like I was a small child.

"My eyes are brown." I was not going to have this discussion again.

"When do they normally turn green?" his voice was silky again.

"My father would comment on my eyes turning green when I was feeling very happy or excited." I replied as I stood up, "He also told me to forgive you. My Uncle would have been the first to do so." I held his gaze, "You haven't killed me yet and I've been a right bitch. So, I'll follow my Uncle's lead." I brought my hand up.

Draco looked at my hand like it would bite. When his eyes returned to mine, I gave him a smile. He contemplated my features and searched for any falsehoods. When he was certain there were none, his hand slowly crept into mine.

"I do forgive you, Draco Malfoy." I said solemnly, "And I am sorry for my behavior." our hands moved up and down a few times before they were still again. He captured my eyes with his and continues to hold my hand. I realized his eyes were relieved.

"Your father sounds like a very kind and wise man." he stepped closer to me, "Plus, he would have to have the patience of a monk to have you as his daughter." my scowl brought a chuckle out of him. I tried to yank my hand out of his grasp.

"Let me have my hand back." I had an edge to my voice. He responded by stepping even closer to me, our hands trapped between our bodies. His cologne made my heart skip a beat.

"Still cute when you are uncertain." he whispered, his breathe tickling my ear. I gave a small shudder, "Your body is tingling with want." a second shudder down my spine. His mouth was so close to my ear, I felt him smile against it.

His free hand cupped the other side of my face. Draco's thumb softly stroked my cheek. I felt my body molding into him. My breathing was heavy. His teeth nipped my earlobe which made me gasp. Draco snickered softly into my hair.

His hand finally released mine and he tangled his fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck. My hands found his chest, feeling the power of his muscles through his uniform shirt. I slowly ran my hands up, behind his head and into his hair.

I raked my fingers through his hair. His lips parted slightly and his eyes were cloudy with lust. I grabbed two handfuls and gave a tug. He gave a quiet hiss. He pulled on my hair and tilted my head back. His eyes ablaze with red hot want.

"Don't do that." he nearly growled, "Unless you're ready." I held my bottom lip between my teeth, "Or that, because that is fucking sexy."

I looked at his lips. My fingers ran down his scalp and rested behind his neck, overlapping them. I flicked my tongue along my lips nervously. I slowly brought my face to his. His breathe was warm against my cheeks. I hesitated.

"I can't." I breathed, "I can't." my eyes started to burn.

A tear glided down my cheek. Draco bent his head down and gently kissed it away. I leaned into the kiss, my heart hammering in my chest. My breathe began to hitch.

"Draco..." I could not control the tears, "I'm sorry." and I tore myself away from him. I sprinted to my room and slammed my door.

My first night back, I cried myself to sleep.