Mistaken [Draco Malfoy Love Story]

5 years ago

"The train's leaving!"  The eleven year old me stood there, giving my mom one last hug before boarding on the bright red and black train.  As soon as I got on, I looked around the crowded train, my heart leaping at the excitement of starting a new school with spells, potions and best of all magic.  I suddenly felt the train churn forward unexpectedly, making me stumble into someone.

"Aye!"  I heard a voice that was commanding and obviously a male's.  "Watch where you're going!"   I looked up and saw a boy with eyes as gray as a thunderstorm and white blond hair. I would’ve thought of him quite attractive, if he didn’t have been rude. He glowered at me.  "Well?"  

"Well what?"  I asked, clueless.  

"I'm waiting for an apology."   He said it so smoothly as if he had been waiting to say that.  

Normally I would've given anyone an apology for bumping into them and I was going to apologize to the boy, until that comment came.  Who did he think he was?  Royalty or something?  "I'll pass, thanks," I turned around, but he caught my hood.  Annoyed, I turned around.  "Leave me alone!"  

The boy grinned at me.  It was like he cherished the feeling of pure power.  "I'll be watching you."  He smirked before letting go of my hood.  I drew a deep breath and exhaled before deciding to leave the recent event behind me.  I wouldn’t let someone like that ruin my day.  I looked through the windows of different compartments most of them already full of chattering people.  I was beginning to lose any hope in finding any empty space to sit, until I came across a compartment with only two people, a boy with messy, dark hair and another boy with red hair like fire. All over the table was candy, it was like they had bought the whole cart of snacks.

 I slowly slid the door open, interrupting the red-haired boy’s words.  He seemed to be talking about a chocolate frog card that was in front of him.  Their gaze was set on me.  I cleared my throat.  "S'cuse me, but is anyone else sitting here?"  I asked.  

The two boys looked up and shook their heads.  I closed the door behind me and lugged my trunk towards the booth.  "I'm Octaviah Knightly."  My voice suddenly came up as I sat next to the boy with dark hair.  

"Harry, Harry Potter and that's Ron Weasley."  I stared at him.  

"Harry Potter?"  He nodded.  "Wicked."  My gaze cooly slid towards the table.  It was a mess.  Chocolate frog wrappers were everywhere and different magic cards were scattered.  Also on the table were half eaten jellybeans spewed all over the place, evident that they were probably inhuman flavors.  “What house do you want to get into?”  Ron, the red haired boy, glanced at me.  

“I dunno, probably Gryffindor or Slytherin.”  I shrugged.  “What about you?”

“Everyone in my family has been in Gryffindor, so I, obviously have to get in.”  Ron rolled his eyes before chewing a jellybean.  His face scrunched up in disgust and he spit it into a napkin.  “I reckon that was ear wax!”  Harry grinned at that before popping a green one into his mouth.  Ron was expecting the worst to come out of Harry’s expression, but Harry just smiled.  

“Apple.”  Ron glowered.  

“How come I always get the nasty ones?  Octaviah, you try one!”   

I shrugged and chose a red jellybean.  I chewed, expecting the worst, until a sweet, strawberry taste filled my mouth.  “Strawberry.”  I smiled with triumph.  Ron scowled before leaning back into his booth.  

“Excited?”  I glanced at Harry, who was staring out the window towards the building that was coming closer inch by inch.  

Harry nodded his head.  “Yeah, I just can’t believe I’m going to my mum and dad’s school.”  He turned towards me, making my eyes linger on his scar.  “What about you?”

“Yeah, I guess I really am.”  I glanced out the window and I could see Hogwarts coming towards us through the dark night.  The excitement that I had first had was bubbling inside of me again, not even the encounter with the strange boy was in my head.  

_Okay, so let's fast forward to the sorting hat ceremony.  The rest in the middle is just a bunch of stuff that’s not important.

The Great Hall was huge.  Candles just floated in the middle of the air, wax on the sides of them, but none dripped down onto the students or the long wooden tables.  All eyes were on us, the first-years.  I stood with Harry and Ron who were also looking as nervous as ever.  My eyes roamed up towards the ceiling and amazement hit me like a block.  It was like there was no roof to the hall.  The stars were as clear as ever, glimmering in the night sky.  I jerked my head down to its normal position when I heard a vaguely familiar voice.  There stood the boy with white blond hair, staring at Ron with disgust.  

"You think my name's funny do you?"  The boy, who had just introduced himself as Draco Malfoy, sneered at Ron, whose smile was gone.  "No need to ask for yours.  Red hair and a hand-me-down robe, you must be a Weasley."  Ron looked down and remained silent.  

“Back off, Malfoy.”  I stepped in front of Ron, defensively.  

"You again!"  He smirked, his gray eyes lit up.  "I see you've decided to hang out with Weasley and them."  Draco glared at me as if I were any place lower then him.  He was about to say something else, probably something worse, until Professor McGonagall tapped him on the shoulder.  The sorting was beginning.  The Great Hall boomed with many voices that sang along with the Sorting Hat’s song.  Finally when it stopped, the list went on through people that had the last name that started with A's to H's and then from it somehow became K.  "Anea Karter!"  And then it suddenly was my turn. "Octaviah Knightly!"  Timidly, I made my way up the stairs, feeling everyone’s eyes on me.  I sat on the wooden stool and waited, anxiously.  

The Sorting Hat began talking in my head.  "Hmm....very cunning indeed, but yet also very noble..."  The hat hesistated, obviously thinking.  The hat went on muttering all sorts of stuff in my head, until it had made its decision.  "GRYFFINDOR!"  I let my breath out in relief before walking down towards the table that was welcoming me and bidding me to come.  Right as I passed Malfoy, he hit my shoulder hard then smirked.

Jerk.