Malicious: Book Two (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 1

Draco and I were probably just never meant to be. As soon as we got together, he hurt me, or something or someone got in the way.

This time, he had pushed the limit.

She's a measly, worthless squib...

I sighed. So I was.

"You okay, Evelyn?"

Someone's voice had snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Daphne Greengrass, my best friend.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Daphne gave me a pitiful stare, "You're still thinking about what he said, aren't you?"

"A little," I admitted, "But he's not getting to me! Trust me. It's been almost a year since he said that, and we're on the train. We're ready for our sixth year of Hogwarts."

"Yeah," Daphne said dreamily. She was probably thinking about seeing her Hufflepuff boyfriend again.

"I wonder if Draco is coming back, though," I said to her.

She shook her head, "Who knows about that boy, Eve? He's not worth his weight in gold, nor your thoughts."

"I do love you, Daphne!" I laughed, jumping over the carriage to hug her senseless.

"Ah, um, sorry, am I interrupting something?"

We looked up and I saw a rather gorgeous boy with black hair that swept over his forehead and green eyes, strangely brought out by deep bags under them.

"Ah, no," I said, pulling away from Daphne and sitting back down. I smiled at the boy.

"Are you new here?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. I'm from Durmstrang," he said quietly, "I joined at the end of last year. Dumbledore broke traditions and allowed me to be sorted in his office."

"I assume you're a Slytherin?" Daphne asked. I giggled. Trust her to ask that.

"Yes," he told us. He was pretty shy.

The rest of the ride was quiet, the only other conversation that took place was the boy letting us know that he was named Muse and that he wanted to know whether it was okay to sit there.

He sat there blankly, unmoving as Daphne listened to music using a muggle device that I was familiar with, an iPod, and I read my book about dragons.

Soon enough, we all got changed into our robes after heading our separate ways to the girls and boys bathrooms. Within no time, we were off the train, on the carriages, and standing in the Great Hall.

Muse found us again, and we discovered that his name came from a muggle band that his father was particularly fond of.

Draco was nowhere to be seen at first, but then he walked in around the same time as Harry Potter. I wasn't surprised to see that Harry's nose was spilling with blood. It wasn't shocking that they'd probably had a feud.

Draco plonked himself the other side of Muse, and I frowned at this. What was he playing at?

I'd made it perfectly clear last year that I didn't really want anything to do with him, which is why I ignored his every attempt to speak at me, sit near me and contact me during the the break.

"So," Muse started, breaking my train of thought, "Are you looking forward to classes?"

I must admit, for a cute guy, he was awful at making small talk.

"Yeah," Daphne and I said with blank faces, chewing our food in unison.

The last thing I saw before leaving the Great Hall that night was Draco, staring in my direction then heading to the stairs that lead to the seventh floor.