A Slytherin's Princess | Draco Malfoy x OC

Chapter 2 - First Year

"Bye Uncle Rem!" I shouted as Harry struggled to load his suitcase onto the gleaming, bright red and black Hogwarts Express.

"And Uncle Sirius!!" I added and laughed.

Harry hugged them as I smoothed my jeans flat.

Just then, a woman with bright red hair and 7 children came over.

I gaped at their big family. Uncle Rem's jaw dropped at her, but not in the reason I thought.

"M-Molly?!" He asked in disbelief.

"Remus!" She said happily. "So good to see you again!!" She embraced him in a hug.

She released him, and she grinned at Harry and me.

"Oh, and you must be Elodie and Harry!" She exclaimed.

Harry and I smiled shyly, and she smiled at us.

"Ronald is starting this year as well," She brought her youngest Weasley boy to the front.

He looked a lot like the rest, with flaming red hair and blue eyes. He waved nervously.

"Hello," I mumbled quietly, and his lips curled a little.

The train blew steam again and I fumbled for the last suitcase that I hadn't put onto the train yet.

"We have to go, Harry," I rushed and grabbed his hand. "Bye Uncle Rem, Sirius!!"

I hugged their waists quickly and dashed over to the train, stuffing my bag onto the train.

"Let's go, Harry!" Harry grinned and we climbed onto the train.

We walked through the hall and found an empty compartment. Harry slid it open and we sat down.

"Excited?" I asked.

Harry bopped his head excitedly, and I grinned. The compartment door slid open again, this time showing the same red-headed boy from the station.

"Hi, is it ok if I sit here?" He asked nervously. "Everywhere else is full,"

I smiled reassuringly and motioned to the empty space. He grinned and plopped himself down.

"Hi, I'm Ron," He introduced. "Ron Weasley,"

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," Harry said.

His eyes grew in size and he gasped. Harry and I looked at him curiously.

"So, do you, really, have, the, the-" He stuttered.

I raised one eyebrow. Harry tilted his head.

"What?" I said impatiently.

"The, the scar" He whispered dramatically.

Harry just nodded and pulled his bangs back and out of his face revealing the thin, lightning-bolt-shaped scar etched neatly on his forehead. Ron gasped and scrutinized the scar. When he was finished, he sighed.

"Wicked," He muttered. He then turned to me. "Do you really have those powers?"

"You wanna know it all," I smirked and nodded.

"Oooh, how many?" He questioned curiously.

"Three, and I wasn't born with them," I explained to a curious Ron and a distant Harry.

"What are they?" Ron asked.

"Well, I have night vision, which is why my pupils have these funky shapes," I pointed to my pupils, and he gasped. "I have healing powers, too,"

Ron arched one eyebrow.

"Wait, I thought you said you had three," He pointed out. I sighed and smirked mischievously.