I Am Poison || hogwarts fanfic

3. Feels Like Home

I look up at the sound of the yell and watch as Mattheo barrels towards us and kicks Goyle in the gut, making him double over in pain.

"I can handle this," I spit at him, mad.

"You're bleeding, stupid - you obviously can't," He pokes the two groaning forms with the tip of his wand and grabs my hand. I yank it away.

"Thanks, Riddle, but I got this - really, I'm fine," I prove it by focusing my glare on the two and immediately they start morphing into giant slugs. "Perfect!" I grin.

He sighs but I notice the corner of his lip curling up.

"That's my girl," he relents, chuckling. He leans down to grab his wand which he set down after poking Goyle and reaches for my hand. This time I let him, and we walk down the train corridor. It's deserted by now, and our footsteps are loud in the quiet hall.

When we reach the platform I let go of Mattheo and jump down. I see Draco with a surly frown, holding my trunk and his, scanning the platform. I walk towards him, simultaneously wiping my bloody nose.

"Geez, Grey, what in the world happened?" He looks from my face and then to Mattheo, who's caught up and is standing with arms crossed, wand tucked away in his pocket.

"Did you do this to her?" He hisses between his teeth. I watch as Draco's grip on his hawthorn wand tightens.

"Are you insane, dude? 'Course not," Mattheo scoffs, narrowing his eyes. "It was those two punks of yours - Crabbe & Goyle."

"Those idiots. I'll make them pay, don't you worry, Navy." Draco says. He hands me a handkerchief for my bloody nose and I accept it, grateful. Before I can swipe it across my face, Mattheo snatches it from me.

"I got it, princess," he says, closing the distance between us and rubbing my face. I spit out the corner of the handkerchief, scowling.

"I'm not a baby, Theo, leave me be," I say, gently pushing him away, "I appreciate it, but look, I don't really need this." With a click of my fingers I feel my nose morph back into its normal straight spot on my face, and all the blood siphers off.

"Impressive," Mattheo says, "Looks like we won't be needing this," he chucks the handkerchief at Malfoy's feet and grabs my hand to walk away. Draco grabs my other hand and yanks me back. I feel my shoulder strain and I automatically project my power so they are both forced back.

"What is with you two? You're my best friends, get along with each other, alright?" I huff, angry. I grab my trunk from Draco and hurry away from them, catching up to three heads, one black and unruly, one curly and brown, and the other bright orange.

"Hey Vee, where've you been?" Hermione asks, turning to face me.

"Up to no good, I expect," Ron grins. I roll my eyes, smiling back.

"Hurry up, you lot - don't you wanna get a carriage to ourselves?" Harry calls out, waving us over to the carriages.

"Ugh, those things are so creepy," I shudder, watching the thestrals pulling the carts.

"You can see them too?" Harry says, looking confused, "You've seen someone die?"

"Shut it, Harry, have some tact," Hermione scolds him.

"Huh. I don't remember though... I'm pretty sure I would know if I've watched someone pass away before." I say. I shiver, the thought of it making me cringe.

"Look, don't dwell on it too much, let's just get out of the cold. I can't wait to get to Hogwarts!" Hermione says, pulling us all into the carriage.

"Only you would be excited to go back to school," Ron scoffs under his breath.