Arrabella Rufford. (Harry Potter Fan Fiction) [Being re-written.]

Chapter 8

(Back to Arrabella's P.O.V. by the way.)

I looked up and down the endless train what seemed like a billion times. Draco was nowhere to be found. In the end I gave up and tried to search for a non existant seat.

"Wibbler?" Asked the crazy girl from earlier; She was still wearing the glasses.I politely took one. I suddenly came across a cabin with a seat available. There was sence of tension and secrecy surrounding it but with a little hesitation I openedthe door gently, however as I heard the words leave one of their lips I froze.

" Harry's is under the impression Draco Malfoy is now a death eater," I heard from the curly haired girl with a disbelieving tone. Did I just hear that right? They think that Draco's a death eater?

"You’re barking," said the ginger boy, directing it towards "Harry." They both stared at him with skepticism.

"Then what’s he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Looking for furniture?" "Harry" replied seriously. He almost had a nervous shake.

"It’s a creepy shop, he's a creepy bloke." The ginger replied.

"His father is a death eater, it only makes sense!" The boy replied. “Besides Hermione saw it with her own eyes!"

"I told you I don't know what I saw," " Hermione" replied. Draco's father and Draco a death eater? This all is preposterous. All of them had failed to see me standing there at the door earwigging in their conversation.

“I’ll meet you there," "Harry" replied. Grabbing a cloak of some sort and quickly jetting out of the cabin

"Sorry I didn't see you there," He said trying to look happy, but failing extrordinarily.

"Neither did I..." Said "Hermione" confused, "Would you like a seat?" She asked not looking very pleased about it but none the less I took the offer.

“I am Hermione Granger, he is Ron Weasley and that was Harry Potter," She said. I suddenly realised who it was

“Do you mean the boy who lived?” I asked interested.

"Yeah! " She said nicely, “You don't look like a first year, how come I haven't seen you before?" She asked. We spent most of the journey with her and Ron asking me questions about my life...

"So you lived in Sweden, woah" said the Ron, looking mesmorised.

"I love your ascent by the way, it’s beautiful!” Said Hermione, with a slightly annoyed tone that she was clearly trying to hide. She looked at Ron, thenout the window. “I think we're nearly there," She said with a smile.

"Oh yay," Ron said sarcastically,” Where's Harry?" He asked.

"I think he's ease dropping on Malfoy," Hermione replied. It was weird hearing them calling him by his last name in a tone that wasn't very pleasant. I didn't really understand what they had against him. He seemed like a nice guy in my mind.

The whole trip they kept mentioning Harry, and then Draco. They'd say something snarky and then look at me and try and distract the conversation. I wanted to know what they him, appart from the serious alligations of him being a deatheater. Something must have made them think that way and from what I saw of Draco I couldn't see why.

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"Okay I think we should find Harry." Said Hermione. We were at the Station and everybody was getting off but no sign of him. We all went our separate ways to find him; Hermione went left down the train, Ron went on the platform and I went right.

I walked beside the train, mildly losing my breath when suddenly I saw Draco. He didn't look very happy. Suddenly he closed all the blinds. I rushed up to the window, curious of what was happening.

" Didn't mummy ever tell you it was rude to ease drop Potter." He said angrily. I suddenly had the urge to listen more. "Petrificus Totalus!" He screamed. Suddenly a large bang came from the carriage. I looked under the little slit the Draco had left between the window and blind. He walked towards what seemed to be nothing. He grabbed thin air (I thought) and suddenly Harry Potter appeared unconscious.

“Oh yeah, she was dead before you could even wipe your own drool," He said with furious. Suddenly he kicked Harry's face. He put the clock, I guess it was, back on top of Harry “Enjoy your ride back to London. He walked out towards me. I was so shocked. He was this nice kind boy that I thought the world of. Over the summer he could have even become my best friend and he acted like this to the boy who lived?

He opened the door and saw me standing there.

"Bella?" He said. I looked at him in disbelief.

"I can explain I swear!" He said. With an emotionless face I walked away. He tried to grab my arm

“Bella?" He said looking at me with his beautiful grey eyes. I just made him let go. I was so pissed off. It almost seemed like the whole summer had been a lie....