Slytherin Pride

The Ride Back

Draco's POV
I opened my eyes to a blinding light and looked around. The room smelled of blood. Then I remembered. But I shook my head. I would see Ginny today. In not a phycopath. I don't stab children. I took a deep breath and stepped up to the sink. I washed all the blood off. The cuts weren't deep at all. Merely scratches. I sighed and dried my arm. I then hopped in the shower. I let the cool water was over me. The aching and burning stopped and all the gunk was washed away. I took time to scrub each cut. They were black at first. But now the turned a slight shadow pink. That's good. Turning more skin-like colors is always good. I washed my hair and scrubbed my body. I actually smelled decent for the first time in days. I got out and dried my body. The towel was very soft. I then strolled out of the bathroom. I tugged on a blue "v" neck shirt and khaki shorts. I slipped a pair of toms on to match. These were literally the only muggle clothing I owned. I combed my hair into my eyes with my fingers and apparated two minutes a head of schedule. I sighed as I stepped a board the Hogwarts express. All of my belonging were in my hand having I had them ready to go three days ago. I walked into an empty cabin and sat. This was the very cabin was where I stepped on Potter's nose. I'm not evil, but I don't regret it. The door flew open to reveal Ginny. I smiled and she ran forwards and hugged me. The images flashed before my eyes. I shook them away, but it took a moment. "Hey...you okay?" she looked concerned. I nodded and smiled. She smiled too. "This isn't where you usually sit...where's potter?" She shrugged. "I'm not sure. Went to talk to people, probaly. He's literally a celebrity. I scowled. "Oh, yeah...maybe you could get me a signed autograph. Make it out to Malfoy, signed Saint fucking Potter." She looked at the ground and tried not to laugh. "Saint fucking Potter, huh? Not just Saint Potter. No, no. Fucking Potter. Big difference you know?" She cracked a smile and I laughed heartedly. Then I saw potter and Weasley approaching. "As much as I love spending time with you, but...Potters coming. I'm not so sure he likes me." Ginny stared. "It's sarcasm. He wants to burn me alive." She nodded with an "Ooh...."
I smirk and she pranced off. I slid the compartment door shut. The train started. I took this time to dose off to sleep. I slept the whole ride. Until I felt a jerk that slammed me from my seat and onto the floor. The train had come to an abrupt stop. Up ahead was ministry workers. They began to enter the train. Their badges and ranking shined on their breasts. They made a round, passing by my me twice. A young, female professor was right by me standing guard. She dropped a piece of paper, kicking it into the room. I turned it over. It read a muggle phone number. I was guessing it was hers, of course. I threw it out the window and leaned back again as the workers exited the train. Sleep fell upon me. Again.
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