Impossible (A Neville Longbottom Love Story) (On Hiatus)

Chapter 2

"Come on, Ari!" Draco exclaimed, running through the barrier to get to the platform.

"S'il te plait ferme ta gueule," Please shut up I said rolling my eyes before following him.

"Do you want to join me, or-" Draco asked but I cut him off.

"I'll be fine," I said.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes! Now, go!" I said, shooing him towards some of his friends.

I looked around before my eyes landed on Neville, who was standing not too far away. When he saw me, he smiled and waved shyly. I walked over to find him talking with whom I assume was a friend.

"Hey, Neville," I said, smiling at the awkward boy.

"Hey, Arista. This is my friend, Seamus. Seamus, Arista." He said softly.

"Nice to meet you," I said smiling at the boy who I now knew as Seamus.

"You too." He said in a thick accent that I recognized as Irish.

"We better get on the train," Neville said when we heard the whistle. We all agreed and after a few minutes, we had found an empty compartment.

"What house do you think you'll be in?" Seamus asked.

"Probably Gryffindor, but my family wants me to be a Slytherin," I said. Seamus raised his eyebrows but didn't press.

"Hey guys, how was your summer?" A tall boy asked as he entered the compartment.

"Good." The two boys replied.

"Who's this." The new boy asked.

"This is Arista. Arista, this is Dean." Neville introduced.

I smiled at 'Dean' as he sat across from me, Seamus was on his left and Neville was on my right.

"Nice to meet you." He said.

"Nice to meet you, too," I responded.

Before we could start a conversation, though, my idiot brother decided to barge in.

"Ari! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Draco exclaimed before he noticed who else was in the compartment.

"Why are you sharing a compartment with them?" He sneered.

"Because they are nice and you are being a git. Goodbye espèce d'imbécile." You fool I said, shoving him out of the compartment and locking the door.

"Did I forget to mention that I'm a Malfoy?" I asked, leaning against the now locked door as two out of three of the boys stared at me, wide eyes.