in the end ~ d. malfoy

Chapter Sixty

September 2016

"FUCK—FUCK—FUCK—" Clary whimpers, panicking.

"I told you to set the alarm earlier!!" Maya screams at her as they dash down platform nine-and-three-quarters. The steam from the Hogwarts express billows down from them, making her eyes water as her voice hacks, "If we miss this train, I swear to god, I will fucking murder—"

"We just need to run faster!!" Clary screams back, tugging Maya along at a breakneck speed as she stumbles, "Who names a platform nine-and-three-quarters, anyway?!" She sputters, coughing loudly, "It's like they wanted us to get lost."

"It's to deter Mundanes, you dumbass!!" Maya snaps, "Not to confuse Shadowhunters with perfect vision yet somehow no common sense—"

"Oh, shut up." Clary smacks her on the back of the head as Maya scowls. Her eyes suddenly light up in recognition as she spots an open door, the train starting to move as the two of them dash forward, "Come on! We can still make it—"

"All aboard!" The conductor yells, and to Maya's utter horror, the door slowly begins to close.

"Go!!" She screams, propelling Clary forward.

The redhead just freezes, staring at her blankly, "W-what?"

"Run, you idiot!!" Maya screams, running a frustrated hand through her hair, "The train's already leaving. If you jump, you can make it! Go—" She pushes Clary forward, but the redhead catches her arm just in time, dragging her along once more, "What are you—"

"If I'm leaving, you are too!" Clary yells fiercely, bending her knees as the train door lurches towards them, "Now!!"

In the second Maya hesitates, Clary lets go, and Maya launches herself forward, yelling as the train door slams shut behind her. There's a moment where she's suspended in motion, a terrifying moment in which Maya's scared she's going to end up crushed underneath the wheels and splattered all over the train tracks. She closes her eyes in fear.

And then suddenly, Maya hears an 'oof!' from in front of her and groans in pain as her knees slam into the carpeted train floor, letting out an exhausted breath of relief as her shoulders slump. Her heart races, pounding with adrenaline, and she looks up at the ceiling, letting out a sharp exhale, "What's the count on how many times you've saved my ass again?"

"I'd say about a million, Rajesh." Draco Malfoy's strained voice floats from beneath her, and to her utter horror, she registers the weight of his hands wrapped around her hips holding her up as her hands lie on either of his head.

There's a moment in which neither of them dare to breathe, in which silver locks with sapphire and Maya's brain goes blank as her hair falls around them like a curtain. Then she hears a familiar voice clear her throat — and looks up to find Clary watching them with a mixture of amusement and mirth. However, the next sentence that comes out of his mouth shatters the fragile peace that seems to have descended upon them in the past few seconds, "Couldn't resist throwing yourself at me, could you?"

"Oh, fuck off, Malfoy." Maya scrambles to her feet, cheeks red with mortification as she snaps, "I wouldn't touch you with a twenty-foot pole." She defensively crosses her arms over her chest.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Rajesh." A smirk curls the corner of his mouth as he brushes the dust off of his suit, running a hand through his annoyingly perfect blond hair as he steps back, "Maybe thank me for saving your life next time?"