Young Enough

Chapter 2

“All we wanted was a place to feel like home.”
-David Kushner

September 1st, 1994

My delicate hands reached for the chocolate frog, but it quickly levitated in the air just as I reached for it. I got up from my seat and went for it. I let out a slight whine while extending my arm towards the treat, but it just got higher when I got closer. I stopped to take in a breath of annoyance, as I heard the noises of chuckling in the seat in front of me. 

“Can you stop that?” I asked politely. 

“Say please, first.” Draco proposed. 

My voice was barely audible, “Please?” Just as I uttered that single word the chocolate dropped down in my hands. I gave a satisfied smile to the arrogant boy, smoothed out my Slytherin robes, and gave my attention to the mouth-watering dessert. 

“Good?” His voice was as sweet as the evening breeze of September, which had always made me shiver like a swimmer when he makes they make their first plunge into the water.

I glanced up at the boy, but I found him not looking at me. He was looking at the compartment next to ours that was filled with muffled laughter. I recognized one of them. He had a scar on his forehead, and straight away I knew it was Harry Potter. Was he friends with him? 

I’ve only ever sat with Draco on the train because Daphne wouldn’t want to be seen with a second-year student. Even if the second-year student was her younger sister. I immediately felt guilty like the little girl I am, and always will be to Draco. 

I tried to be as tender-hearted as possible and not bore Draco to death.

“It’s easy, you know.” 

Draco turned to me and furrowed his eyebrows, “What’s easy?”

His eyes were as grey as stalking clouds in a thunderstorm, and it took a lot for me to hold eye contact. I felt uncomfortable at this current moment and shifted my body.

“Making friends,” I spoke with the same elegant voice that sounded as if id break any moment. 

Dracos gaze left mine, and he shook his head. “What do you know? You don’t know what it’s like to be in fourth year.” I couldn’t help but feel disturbed by his comment. I hated the feeling of being rejected by one of Daphne's friends. 

I combed out my dark-colored hair with my fingers. The melody around had turned silent, and as if Draco could sense my gloomy mood, his expression softened, “How do you do it?”

I smiled slightly and looked at him as if he was the most admirable person ever.

"Sweets. They always help you make friends.” 

I watched as Draco started to snort with laughter. His laughs were as sweet as honeysuckle and I couldn’t help but smile with warmth filling my body. 

“It’s not funny! I’m being serious. Sweets always work,” I said with a smile.

He just shook his head and responded with another shining chuckle, “I believe you.” 

I didn’t notice then, but I grasped the way he was looking at me. The way he was studying me as if I was his favorite Shakespeare book. 

As if he's never seen anything more astonishing in his life.