Walking through the aisle of the train, I see there's no empty compartments. Continuing to walk, I open a compartment door and see the "golden trio". I froze, all three of them, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the boy who lived. Harry Potter. Looking at me. "Ah, sorry for interrupting..." I said putting on a nervous smile. Closing the compartment door I sigh, continuing down the aisle.
I tried glancing through the foggy windows of the compartments to see if any were, by any chance, empty. That's when I saw one, that seemed to have one person. I opened the door. And to my surprise. It was Draco. Draco Malfoy. And not just him, but dear Crabbe and Goyle. Yet again, I froze. "Tch, what are you doing here faker." Draco said, huffing and crossing his arms.
Ah, yes faker. Because I somehow ended up in Slytherin, yet I'm the nicest one. "Sorry, theres no other compartments..." "Tch, well this seats taken." He said, putting his feet up next to him, making it clear I wasn't welcomed. I sighed. "Alright, didn't want to sit with Daddy's boy anyways." I sassed back, closing the door and turning back down the aisle.
I could hear him yell from his compartment and couldn't help but smile. I sighed, walking back to the golden trios compartment. But this time knocking before opening the door. "Uhm, excuse me but, there's no other compartments... Is there any way I could sit with you three,?" I asked, trying to put on a soft smile. They all glanced at each other, before Harry spoke up with a kind smile. "Of course," "thank you," I walked in, and sat down in the empty seat next to him, but made sure to keep some space between us.
It felt awfully awkward. I could feel their eyes on me as I acted like the floor was the most interesting thing ive ever seen. "So, is it true? Your sorting was wrong?" Ron asked, causing me to look over at him. "Oh, I... Well the sorting hats never wrong so... But a lot of people see it as wrong, I also do." He hummed in response with a small nod.
"Anyways,..." Hermione said, turning her attention back to Harry, continuing whatever their conversation was as I zoned out. After a while, the train stopped. As we reached Hogwarts.
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Not as cold (Draco Malfoy X OC)
Fanfiction(ON PAUSE) Naomi Skies. a pure-blood witch, with vitiligo. being a kind Slytherin, she is always a target of Draco Malfoy's absurdness. she has survived these first three years at Hogwarts, but... when things change, how will she react? with the Yul...
