Scraps // Draco Malfoy

SLYTHERIN

After I left the cabin Draco was in, I wandered through the different train cars. Most people stared as I passed their cabins, except for the first years. It was unusual for there to be someone new in their 6th year. I walked into an open car with rows of seats rather than cabins, only seeing two Slytherins sitting by themselves.

"Oi," one of the Slytherins called me over, a lanky boy with messy brown hair and soft hazel eyes. I walked over and looked at him, confused as to why he would want me to sit with them. "Well don't just stand there, take a seat." The boy nodded at a seat across from himself, and next to the other Slytherin. 

"What's your name?" The other Slytherin asked me in a posh accent, while braiding her blond hair.

"Chandler," I responded while sitting down.

"That's it? Chandler?" The boy snickered, "Usually people have last names too."

"Chandler Langley," Langley was the last name of the mud blood that Tom had killed in our last meeting. I clenched my jaw, "And usually people aren't so rude when they first meet somebody for the first time."

The girl chuckled, "Well now we know what house you'll be in. I'm Teagan." I looked at her with raised eyebrows, requesting her last name. "Prince. My name is Teagan Prince."

"And I'm Roman Lancaster," he reached over the space between us to offer me his hand. I laughed at the gesture and looked at it, how muggle-y of him. Roman took it back and cleared his throat, "O-kay, so, where 'ya from, Chandler Langley?"

I crossed my legs, "London," 

"Well almost everyone here is from London," Roman teased me, "Which part?"

"Chelsea," I crossed my arms, "Why are you so interested in who I am, exactly?"

He put up his hands in surrender, "I just think it's odd that a pretty 16 year old girl, probably pure-blood, who is living in the inner city among the richest families around, doesn't know anyone on the Hogwarts express."

"My family is somewhat overprotective," I replied, my voice confidant, "And I never said I didn't know anyone on the train."

"Then who do you know?" Teagan now seemed interested in our conversation, I could already tell that she's into the drama of Hogwarts. She would be a good source of information. 

"Draco Malfoy," Her eyebrows shot up at my response. I chuckled, "What, is he famous or something?" I already knew the answer, Slytherins held Draco Malfoy up on a pedestal, obsessing over his every move. If only they knew how much of a pest he really was. 

"Yes," Her eyes were wide, "How did you get him to talk to you? Are you guys related? Have you shagged him? Where did you-"

"Alright Teagan," Roman interrupted Teagans stream of questions, "You might scare her off if you don't stop interrogating her." I sighed and looked out the window. Now, instead of being surrounded by trees, there was a vast, deep blue lake. 

After a bit of silence, I decided to respond. I needed friends, not for personal reasons of course, but as a way to build connections and get information.

"We're family friends, not related, and I'm offended that you think I would stoop as low as Draco Malfoy just to find pleasure in bed. I would rather shag myself than ever shag him." I grinned at Teagan, and a sly smile grew across her face.

"We'll be good friends, Chandler." 

"Yes, we will."

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