'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 72: Horse Of Death

[Ride - Lana Del Rey]

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Fri. 1st September 1995 - 4:53pm...

Stepping onto the Hogwarts Express, the train was delayed by a few hours due to some interferences with the Ministry.

The horn blazed as I walked past students, scanning the booths for my boyfriend. Unsure of whether or not Draco was even on the train yet, I soon reached the back of the train carts.

The last enclosed cart of the train revealed him sitting by himself, with his face stuck in a book.

Entering the booth, I closed the door silently behind me. I take a moment to admire the slight difference of his appearance; he seemed taller, shoulders broader.

His eyes flicked over to where I stood. "Evening." He said, lowering his book to place it down next to him. It was hard to ignore the drop in his voice when he spoke.

Merlin, since when did my boyfriend become even more attractive?

I greet him with a soft smile, pulling down the curtains on the door. Taking the spot beside him, he leaned forward to place a kiss on my left cheek.

Placing my bag behind myself, the train jerked, chugging along the tracks quickly to make up for the long delay earlier.

"Did you miss me?" He smirked, unable to stop himself from dragging me onto his lap.

That's whenever I noticed the slightest loss of light in his icy grey irises, his skin paler too. I push those thoughts to the side; he probably already knew about his appearance, he didn't need me to ask him about it too.

I adjust myself on his lap, "Obviously." Pushing a strand of my hair back, his eyes shift between my own.

"Happy late birthday, my Love." He murmured, reaching into his jacket to pull out a tiny box. "Me and mother had to sneak out of the Manor to buy you this."

I laugh, taking it off him. "I didn't think we were buying each other late birthday presents."

"It doesn't matter. It never does."

Inside the box, a golden rose clip, clearly an intention to match my necklace. "...thank you."

He picked it up, brushing a small section of my hair from either side of my fringe to help secure the clip in place. His fingers traced down my jaw, firmly handling my chin. "Gorgeous."

Swinging my leg over his lap, I shuffle closer to him, chest to chest.

He tried to cover up a groan by clearing his throat. His thumbs rubbing in circles on my hips. "I missed touching you."

I snorted, shaking my head. "In what way?"

"Every way, Jane." He mumbled. His hands pushed underneath my top, tracing the material of my bra.

His lips came in contact with my neck, kissing down to my necklace. He took his time, slowly moving his tongue up my throat.

Shifting my hips, I felt his trousers tightening between my legs. Opening my mouth to speak, the door to our booth opens and Pansy enters with Blaise and Luna.