An hour had gone by, and I had slowly realized that Draco wasn't that bad. We had started to finally talk, and more than once, he had sent me into a fit of laughter. By two o' clock, we were both on a bench near some bushes talking about our likes and dislikes when another house elf walked up to us.
It was wearing a pillowcase, had a pencil long nose and enormous ears.
"Dobby, go get us some Tarts from the kitchen." Draco told it once it was close enough.
"Y-yes Master." It stammered, then ran off.
"So anyways, my father said he would spare no cost in my school supplies. I would hate to be someone who buys from the secondhand department." He scoffed.
Nodding with an expression of disgust, I turned my head in the direction of the house elf. Tarts? That sounded divine, especially since my sister is allergic to Tarts.
"What flavor are the...er, Tarts?" I asked quietly.
"Never had Tarts before, Crypton?" Draco chuckled.
I twiddled my thumbs in embarrassment.
"My sister is allergic to them, so my Mother forbids them in our Manor." I answered.
In a regretful act, he scratched the back of his neck and mumbled an apology.
"Didn't mean to offend you."
"Dobby b-brought Master his Tarts. Tarts fresh from k-kitchen."
A silver platter topped with golden Tarts walked up to us, and holding it up was Dobby. The Tarts emitted a heavenly scent of fruits, and there was a variation of flavors that I could smell from my seat. Orange, peach, strawberry, apple and raspberry.
Draco reached out and grabbed a strawberry one, then looked at me.
"Your drooling." He said, chuckling and taking a bit of the Tart.
Immediately, I wiped my mouth. I glanced at the back of my hand and rolled me eyes, smiling.
"I was not!" I laughed.
Then I snatched a raspberry Tart and brought it to my lips. The smell was incredible, and now my mouth DID water. I have the biggest sweet tooth in history, and Tarts are on my Top Five Sweets List. I bit it, and the flavor was incredible. Sweet from the raspberry, buttery from the dough, and salty from the light butter coating. I took another bite, then another, and another, until it was gone. Crumbs coated my lips and I used the back of my hand to wipe it off, shaking them off.
"Aren't they good?" Draco asked me, dusting his hands off from the crumbs.
"They're amazing." I sighed giving him a grateful smile.
The platter full of Tarts was soon empty, and once Dobby had left, a voice was heard from the Manor entrance.
"Draco! Hey, where are you?!"
Draco turned his head to look behind me and his eyes widened.
"It's Crabbe and Goyle." He moaned, placing his hand on his forehead.
I rose an eyebrow.
"I thought they were your best frien-"
"Yes, yes, they are. But honestly they're more goons than friends." He sighed cutting me off.
I spun around to see them.
One of them had the biggest shoulders I'd ever seen. He had a round, squarish face with small facial features and his black hair was plastered on his round head. The one next to him was a little less buff, had curly brown hair and rectangular face with a square jaw. They both had muscles, and fit Draco's description of 'Goons'.
They came closer, and as they did, the expression of confusion became clearer. Finally they were in front of the bench.
"Who's this?" The curly haired one asked Draco, nodding his head in my direction.
"Why don't you ask me yourself." I said with a hint of annoyance.
"Is Mr. Crypton your Father?" Asked the other one.
"Precisely. I'm Vanice Crypton." I answered to him.
"Vincent Crabbe." He replied.
"I'm Gregory Goyle." Said the one who hadn't talked to me directly.
"I've heard a lot about your Father Vanice." Crabbe said.
"Well, I've been told he is a very well known man." I told them, shrugging my shoulders.
"She's going first year too." Draco said, obviously trying to change the subject.
The conversation droned on, changing subjects every five minutes. Every once in a while, Draco and I shared an eye roll at either Crabbe's ingnorace or Goyle's lack of understanding. By the time the sun was setting, our topic was which class in Hogwarts would be the best.
"Potions or Defense Against Dark Arts for sure." I said to them.
"Flying seems really exciting. Show off on a broom." Said Draco.
"Transfiguration!" Goyle exclaimed.
"All of them sound alright, I guess." Crabbe mumbled.
Another heated discussion was about to begin on which class was best when my Mother interrupted us.
"Vanice, we're going home. Say your goodbyes!"
Rolled my eyes, I took a random Tart from the refilled plate Dobby had brought us, stood up and began to walk back to the Manor.
"Aren't you gonna say goodbye?" Draco called to me.
I turned around and smiled.
"I don't believe in goodbyes. I know we'll see each other soon, so what's the point?"
"Politeness!" Was what I heard as a response as I took a step into the cool Manor.
Chuckling, I walked down the corridors leading to the living room. I was about to step inside when a voice stopped me. It was angry, and it sounded like Lucius.
"We have to begin the plan! The Dark Lord WILL rise again, and he will be most disappointed if he thinks we've turned our backs on him!" He said with a bang on the table.
"Never! We are his most faithful and trusting! The Mark binds our blood to him!" My mother's voice exclaimed.
"Thus, more of a reason to start the plan. It shall begin a day before the children begin at Hogwarts."
'What plan?' I thought, walking away.
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