Magic and Other Misconceptions [Discontinued]

Of Toads and Chocolate

Time passed quickly, and soon, the sun had fallen behind the horizon, leaving an inky blackness to take over the sky. Lillian hummed a quiet melody as she flipped the pages in her book. One of the most important inventions known to muggles is the telephone. It connects two muggles in different places, allowing them to hear the other's voice. Snapping it shut, Lillian slid the book into her bag. She glanced over at Draco, who was reclining with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle had already left for the sleeping compartments, and Blaise had dozed off earlier. With a snort, Blaise flopped over onto his side, falling with a heavy thump onto the floor. A smile quirked at the edge of Lillian's mouth. Should she move him? ...Nah. Draco wasn't making any moves to get him back on a chair, so Lillian wordlessly flicked her wand at the comatose boy, materializing a blanket over him. She was bored again. Glancing at Draco again, she cleared her throat. Nothing. Whatever he was thinking about, he was seriously engrossed in it. Scooting closer to him, Lillian whispered into his ear.

"Draco. Let's go exploring."

He lazily turned his head, and seeing her face inches away from his, heat rose to his cheeks as she sat back, satisfied with rousing him from thought.

"How," he drawled, "do you expect to go on an adventure in a tiny, cramped train, full of sleeping magical people that could kill you if you wake them?"

Lillian frowned, but then her face broke into a smile as she lit up with an idea.

"We can look at the other compartments while the humans are asleep, maybe find the sweets lady and smuggle some chocolate frogs into the beds. Come on, live a little. Use your imagination, or you'll end up a freakishly good-looking toad that doesn't like fun."

"Fine," he replied, standing. He raised an eyebrow at Lillian, who remained seated. "Well? Are we going, or are you going to become a fun-hating toad?"

She popped up, eyes glowing with excitement.

"Yes, let's go!"

The pair prowled down the cramped hallway of the train, stepping lightly. No one seemed to be in the normal compartments anymore, which gave them even more freedom than if there were students still up. Lillian stopped to peer into the foggy glass of one small room. The glass was hot to the touch, and she stepped back slightly when she heard what sounded like a tiny roar.

"I think someone smuggled in a dragon...?"

Draco didn't even look the least bit surprised. He was used to inane happenings, and dragons being smuggled into Hogwarts wasn't even close to worrying. Dumbledore would most likely take care of that little problem later. As the two shuffled slowly along, looking for anything even remotely interesting, a muttering from up ahead caught their attention. Before Lillian could pull up her hood, she and Draco came face-to-face with two heads: one with a shock of firey red hair, the other one with messed up black locks. Draco's face twisted unpleasantly at the sight of them.

"We're really sorry, just got a bit caught up," the red haired boy apologized through a mouthful of sweets. "Wait a second... Blimey, are you Princess Lillian Black? I didn't know you were going to Hogwarts!"

Lillian replied woth a short nod, gaze raking over the two boys. The first was extremely average, in almost every way possible. Also, judging from the sweets practically overflowing from his arms, he had an insatiable appetite. And the other one, she realized with a slight jolt, was Harry Potter. The so-called chosen one. And then, the famous Harry Potter opened his mouth.

"You're a princess? Why are you hanging with Malfoy? He's a downright twat." Continuing, he suggested, "Why don't you come sit with Ron and I in our compartment?"

Before Lillian could reply, Draco opened his mouth.

"Let me guess," he started. "Red hair, hand-me-down robes. Must be a Weasley. And as for you, Potter," he spat nastily, "I could don't give a rat's shit about what your inflated ego thinks about me. Lillian and I were having a perfectly fine time until you stuck your scarred face into our business."

Lillian layed a hand on Draco'a shoulder, trying to calm him.

"Draco has been perfectly fine to me."

"Then obviously he's been putting on a show for you," Harry snorted.

"Yeah," Ron butted in. "Malfoy's an arsehole, he's probably just trying to gain your favor."

Lillian clenched her teeth. These two were really starting to make her blood boil, casually flinging insults at one of her only friends so far like that.

"I never would have expected much from you," she began, looking pointedly at Ron, "And you have met my expectations perfectly. But you." She had turned to Harry now, fixing him with an intense glare.  "I would have thought you'd have more class. I'd like you to fuck off now before I curse you with bogies."

She set the two boys with a firm glare.

"Also, I'll take a couple of your chocolate frogs. You don't need that many."

Twitching her fingers, two chocolate frog boxes flew into her hand out of Ron's fingers as his mouth gaped. Turning on her heel, she grabbed Draco's hand and tugged him away.

"Let's go."

As they strode away from the boy who lived and the redhead in silence, she passed a chocolate frog box into his hand, accompanied by a wordless smile.

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~Ashco the Stegosaurus