Losing Control - Draco Mallfoy Lovestory - #Wattys2016

The Boy Who Killed

I nervously walked over the train station, wondering if I put on my school robes way to early, or if my hair was too messy or if my strapped high heels that were a gift from Voldemort were to fancy.

I pushed my cart forward, breathing in and out deeply, while trying to calm myself. I focuses on what i felt. The feeling of the cold wind on my skin, the murmur of voices around me, the honking of trains. I liked it. For once my uncle wasn't watching me and I liked it.

I was outside and free. Free. The foreign word that meant so much to me.

I sighed as i saw a woman in front of me. She had ginger hair and was instructing a couple of boys with the same ginger hair and same freckles.

One of them was standing next to a boy with dark brown hair. He and the boy with the brown hair started running. They neared the red brick wall and just as i flinched they melted into the wall and were gone.

Two boys who looked like twins followed, and the woman patted a girl on her back. She gave the girl a kiss on the cheek, making something inside of me bubble. The girl ran as well and disappeared. It was clear what I had to do.

I walked up to the wall, standing still in front of it. I looked around me, making sure nobody was watching before I ran into the wall. I flinched and waited for the impact that never came.

I did feel my body squeezing itself together and my breath stopped as I gasped because of the pressure on my chest. A small tear left my eye, and I wiped it off.

The feeling stopped and I looked around me. It was beautiful. The train station was lit by a yellowish light. Wizards and witches walked over the platform, holding magical pets and using their wands to do all kinds of tricks.

I was shaken out of my thoughts as a the train in front of me honked. My eyes widened as i realised what train it was. "Hogwarts Express."

I walked towards the door and took a deep breath. Here i go. I masked all emotions in me before stepping into the train. I walked forward, wondering where i should go when a girl with light brown hair came up to me. "You seem new." She muttered. "Hermione!" She then exclaimed stretching her hand towards me.

I ignored the hand, scared that she'll do smarting to me. "Curse." I said. "My name is Curse."

She looked up at me, surprised. "You're eyes..." she muttered.

"Their pretty rare. My mother had them." I told her, my voice cold as ever.

She looked taken aback but nodded:"Come, sit with us."

I followed her as she pushed open a glass door. It revealed to boys, both looking 16, my age. I recognised them. The ginger and brownie from before. Hermione sat next to the ginger boy, pointing towards the seat next to the brownie.

I couldn't help but grimace as it felt like she ordered me, but I still sat down. "Guys," Hermione started. "This is Curse, she's new, probably one of the golden ticket winners."

The ginger looked up at me. "I'm Ron," he told me with a full mouth. "Ron Weasley."

I kept my face stone cold even though I wanted to puke. I was sitting in a cabin with a Weasley. "I'm Harry." The browny said, turning towards me. "Harry Potter."

My eyes widened. He was the boy who lived. I straightened my face again before answering. "I'm Riddle, Curse Riddle."  I knew they didn't know who i was. They didn't know my uncles real name, nor will they ever.

"Pureblood." Harry muttered.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. How did he know? "I know because there's a book about what last names prove that your a pure blood." He answered my look, smiling.

I ignored him as Hermione said:"I'm Granger by the way. Hermione Granger. Also, no offence but i think you should've reacted differently since your sitting next to the Harry Potter."

My nose scrunched up, Granger. They were mud bloods and i knew because my father used to tell me. "He's just Harry Potter. So what if he survived Voldemort? He's just a equal to me. Unlike you, mud blood."

Hermione gasped:"How dare you!" She screeched, standing up.

"Bloody hell." I heard Ron mutter as he stuffed his face with more sweets.

I stood up, looking her in the eyes:"Why, what are you going to do to me mud blood?" I said coldly. "I'm so scared!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

I watched as Harry and Ron both left their seat as well. "Don't talk to her like that!" Harry commanded.

I felt myself blazing with anger, how dare he command me?! For a second i almost felt afraid, until i remembered my uncles words. "What if i do Potter? Your scar doesn't scare me." I sneered.

Just at that moment the train swooshed, making me tumble into my seat as Ron and Hermione fell onto the table. I looked at them bored my before shifting my gaze to Harry.

Then I saw it. His scar. I remembered it. He was the boy that killed my father. He was the boy that made me beg for forgiveness in front of him. Luckily he hadn't seen my face.

Anger bubbled up inside of me, this boy was a murderer. I hated him. A plan brewed up into my mind as i turned my face cold. "I- I'm sorry." I whisper, looking down.

Hermione, who was fixing her skirt looked up at me. "What?"

"I'm sorry." I repeated. "I overreacted. It's just that... That...." When i couldn't come up with a excuse i decided to put my acting to good use.

A sob escaped my lips. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Hermione."