Polar Opposites (Draco Malfoy)

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"Who the hell are you?" A stern voice asked.

So much embarrassment had just came over me, and I didn't even know who asked me. I saw a black pair of fancy dress shoes next to another pair.

I got off Anala and stood up slowly; I held my hand out for her to help her stand up as well. I looked over to see the blonde boy next to some guy with dark skin, buzzed hair and a droopy facial expression.

"I'm Evangeline." I answered him. I looked outside the glass door of the compartment, there were too many people for me to even leave. It was perfect. I sat down with Anala across from the two guys.

"Evangeline what?" He continued.

"Potter." I answered. Malfoy was kind of intimidating. "Evangeline Potter."

I saw his eyes travel to my scar, "Aren't you dead?" He asked with no expression in his voice.

"No." I answered, annoyed at this point, "People just think I am."

Malfoy looked me up and down, a smirk grew onto his cold expression when he looked back at my face. I felt my stomach jump. I adjusted my seating a little bit. "Did you come back from the dead?" The smirk still stayed on his face.

"I was never dead." I spat. I leaned back in my seat and folded my arms, "Idiot." I mumbled.

The smirk on his face was wiped off quickly, "What'd you say?"

"Nothing." I replied. I looked over to Anala, she had a very awkward expression on her face. I felt bad for dragging her into this.

I looked back at Malfoy, he was looking at Anala, "So...female Potter." He began, looking back at me. I turned my head to him, with an irritated expression, maybe I should have listened to Anala. "You wouldn't want to go wandering around with the wrong sort now, would you?" That smug smirk grew back onto his face.

"Of course not." I sat up, "But what are you implying?" The train began to move, the four of us in the compartment just ignored it.

"I can help you there."

The compartment door slid open, revealing my brother. He had two people behind him. A boy with long red hair and bright green eyes, and a girl with bushy hair and a sweet smile. They must've been Hermione and Ron. "What are you doing, Evangeline?" Asked Harry.

"Sitting in a compartment like everyone else on this train." I answered with attitude in my voice. I don't know why, but I was starting to grow mad at him.

Malfoy stood up, "Relax Potter. I'm just helping your sister out with not getting into the wrong sort. Something that you didn't want because you're too stupid."

"Shut up Malfoy." Spat Harry, he looked back at me, "You seriously think he's going to help you with that?"

"What good will you do?" I defended, "You didn't even know everyone thought your own sister was dead. Did nobody tell you?"

The red head spoke up, "He never talked about you." Harry elbowed him.

"Seriously Harry?" I continued, "You never talked about me once? But you had the audacity to tell me all about how amazing Hogwarts was. You were just rubbing it in my face. You would tell me you missed me, but never came to visit during the holidays."

"I wanted to." Defended Harry, "But you know how the Dursleys are."

I rolled my eyes, "Exactly! You left me alone with them." I shut the compartment door right in Harry's face.

Malfoy was laughing as I sat down, "Damn female Potter."

"Don't call me female Potter." I snapped, "Just call me by my first name." I refused to make eye contact. I've never argued with my brother before, not like that.

"Alright, Evangeline."

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