The Wizard Who Fell [[OC M Slytherin x Hermione]]

2. New Year, Same Drama

     Their aesthetic nature was what you would expect of the Slytherins. Dazzling green wallpaper, black furnituring, and a more classical style than the other houses' traincarts.

     He wasn't noticed at first until he started peaking into different cabins searching for his cousin.

     He saw a few familiar faces, a few who looked at him confused, and some who shot smiles at him with some hellos thrown in.

     "Hey, Prince."

     He looked ahead and saw Tracey Davis sticking her head out of one of the cabins and was waving him over. Her hair had grown longer over the summer and was now past her shoulders with her long brunette strands dangling out of the cabin window.

     He quickly moved down the train, adding some speed in his walk as he figured that Draco was in the compartment Tracey was at.

     "There you are Prince, I was starting to wonder if you were even on the train," Tracey said.

     "Hey Tracey, you alright?" he asked.

     She nodded her head, but there was a shadow of fear casted over her face.

     "Did you see the Dementor?" she asked him.

     "Yeah, I did. Got up close and personal with it."

     To that Tracey covered her gasping mouth.

     He made his way into the cabin to see that Draco wasn't there, but was filled with more pale-faced kids who looked like they were ready for this train ride to be over with.

     He recognized the faces of Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne, all looking towards him with wide eyes that soon relaxed.

     "PRINCE," Pansy shouted.

     The young slytherin girl jumped to her feet and marched her way into Alaxandr's personal space.

     "And where have you been?" she questioned with a hard poke to his chest.

     "Uh... I was at the front, talking to some people," he said with his hands up like a shield.

     "Uhuh, have you even spoken to any of your Slytherin housemates yet?" she questioned.

     "I'm speaking to you aren't I?" he countered.

     "Don't play smart with me, Prince," she said, poking him again.

     Alax couldn't help but giggle as he rubbed the spot she poked.

     "Don't laugh," she said, poking him again, then again, as Alax giggled from the onslaught of pokes he was receiving. He was having a fit, so he tried to grab Pansy's hands but she would pull them away whenever he did, a big smile across her face as she continued her attack.

     "Um, if you two have flirted enough, some of us would like to go back to relaxing, and you two are distracting," said Daphne with an obviously annoyed tone.

     Alax tried to escape to the nearby seat but Pansy followed him with mischievous satisfaction at the reaction she was getting from him.

     Daphne watched on, annoyed.

     Blaise wasn't paying attention, and Tracey simply watched on smiling, until she noticed something to her side that quickly washed it away.

     "Uh... guys," she said, but there might as well have been a wall in between them.