Scars of the Past | A Drarry Story | A Mattheo Riddle Story

Chapter 1

Harry, Ron and Hermione had just boarded the Hogwarts Express and were feeling varying emotions pertaining to their current situation. Hermione was excited about the new year and the new things they were about to learn. She was eagerly rambling about how she had read all of the coursebooks. On the other hand, Ron was already dreading the homework, assignments, tests and exams they would have to survive through. As for Harry - Harry was just relieved to be far away from the Dursleys. Anything and Everything was better than them. Looking out the window, Harry realized he also felt a certain dread. He hoped that this year went normal. He also realized that he hated this life. He hadn't asked for all this trouble. He would give anything to not be Harry Potter even for a day. His train of thought was cut off by the sound of the compartment door sliding open. He turned around to find a girl his age, standing at the door. Just because Harry was gay doesn't mean that he didn't have taste so trust him when he thought she was beautiful. Striking blue eyes and raven black hair merged into a bright cinnamon at her back in messy princess curls. She was clad in all green. He snapped out of his stupor when Ron elbowed him in the gut.

"Can I please hide here? for a while ?" she said. It was a weird request but the 'alright' that came out of Hermione's mouth was even more surprising.

She spoke up again, "If someone comes and asks for me, please tell them I'm not here." "Okay" was all Hermione said in reply before sending a glare towards both Ron and Harry, both of whom, seeing her expression instantly joined in agreeing with her. Hermione can be scary when she wants to be. The girl slid under Hermione's seat and tucked her knees under her chin. Hermione placed her trunk in front of her to hide her. About 10 minutes later, the sound of the door opening, filled the compartment again. Lo and behold, this time, it was the Prince of Slytherin, Draco Lucius Malfoy himself.

If somebody were to say that Draco Malfoy had not changed over the summer, they would be deemed blind. Gone were his gel-filled hair days, his hair now proudly sported a windswept look. His eyes, a pool of Mercury with silver swimming in between, looked like something that belonged to a fairytale. Heavy rings glitter along his knuckles. His white shirt was the perfect combination of translucent and tight to put the faint outline of his abs on display. His sleeves rolled up to his elbow and the tie hanging loose around his neck added a touch of sexiness to his look while the black dress slacks were the cherry on the cake.

"Did you see a girl about 5'5 with dyed brown hair wearing green ?" Damn! his voice had deepened too!

"No," said Hermione. Draco had a disappointed look on his face as he closed the door from the inside. He bent down, shook his head looked at Hermione and quietly removed her trunk. Draco then placed his hands on the girl's waist and pulled he out causing her to let out a shriek."Draco! You gave me a heart attack! you bastard! I would have died! How did you even know that I was hiding here? I thought I heard the door close. Just for once, I thought I'd win this hide n' seek game" she huffed out.

Draco let out a hearty chuckle at this and said "Well, first of all, you can't win against me and second I saw your skirt. You relaxed too after hearing the door close. An amateur mistake. Better luck next time Dahlia"

"I hate you" came Dahlia"s reply to Draco's explanation.