Bestfriend

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"Was the food any good?"
"I dunno, I didn't eat anything."
Pansy, all solicitous, turns to Draco who is sitting next to her.
"Poor thing, aren't you feeling well?"
She pulls at Draco's shoulders, draws him into a casual lying position with his head in her lap.
"I just haven't time for all that nonsense."
"I would have thought you'd have liked being part of his Slug Club."
"What's it going to matter, anyway? When the Dark Lord takes over, you think it's connections like Slughorn's that'll matter?"
"You say that like you have different connections in mind."
"Maybe I do."
"Watch out, Pansy, you've got a would-be Death Eater on your lap."
Draco sits up, annoyed.
"Oh, shut up. Come on, we're here."
The train is indeed slowing. Everyone stands, grabs his or her trunk in preparation to leave Crabbe and Goyle's trunks are on the luggage racks while Draco's is on the seat and Pansy and Zabini's are by the door. Crabbe swings his off the luggage rack next to where Harry is; it appears to hit something in the space where Harry is and there's a little involuntary noise, just a tiny one, from Harry. Draco's face, who does not look in that direction but hesitates for the smallest moment. Goyle opens the compartment door and everyone goes; Draco lingers last, fixing the straps on his trunk.
"Coming?"
"Go ahead. I'll be right behind you."
The instant the door closes behind her Draco whips around, wand in hand, aiming a jinx at the corner where Harry is.
"Petrificus Totalis!" Belle is watching she is upset that pansy and draco is something. The jinx not only freezes Harry; it shakes him and he topples from the rack, hitting the ground, frozen, face up, the Invisibility Cloak partly over him so that parts of him--his middle, part of his leg--are still invisible. Draco stands over him, neither smug nor furious but grim.
"Hello again, Potter. You've got no idea what you've done to my family, do you, Potter." Draco stepped on harry's face.
"That's for my father." Draco lifts the cloak and throws the cloak over Harry. Harry disappears under it.
"And that's for me. I don't reckon they'll find you until the train's back in London. See you around, Potter. Or...not."
He takes his trunk handle and leaves, letting the compartment door slide shut. Belle took off Harry's invisibility cloak and cast a counter curse on harry.
"Let me help you potter, sorry about draco his personality is hard to understand, let me fix your nose. Episkey, there. Let's go?"
"Thank you for the help."
"It's nothing potter."
The Arriving feast. Harry, still in bloody shirt, makes his way down the tables. He exchanges glances with Draco, who can hardly be bothered to glare at him but got shocked seeing his girlfriend with Harry. Hermione sees him before Ron; Ron is still scarfing down pudding.
"Harry!"
"Wha' happened?"
Harry sits, too tired to seethe properly.
"Malfoy. What else? Belle is there again to help me."
The trio and ginny looked at Belle who sat far from pansy and blaise she's sitting next to a 2nd year.
"Welcome to you all. I should like to introduce our new teachers to you. Will you welcome Professor Horace Slughorn, who has kindly agreed to come from his comfortable retirement to resume his old position of Potions Master. And the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be filled by Professor Snape."
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"Belle can we talk?"
"About what? Going on behind my back and secretly flirting with my boyfriend? Pansy I trusted you! Of all people you did this to me? Fine, I don't care go fuck him. I don't care anymore I'm tired with this." Belle left without looking at draco and Blaise she felt betrayed.