The train comes to a stop, making me glance outside my window. I see Hogwarts in the near distance, making me smile. "We're here", I say, before standing up and grabbing my messenger bag. Max follows me outside the corridor and at the other end of the train I see Draco still sitting. Hmm... I wonder what he's doing. Who even knows?
"Come on, Belle", Max says, taking my hand and leading me off the train, but before I get off, I glance back to see Draco stand up. I scrunch my eyebrows together, before shrugging my shoulders.
Something feels off about him, but I can't pinpoint it.
I glance around to see Hermione and Ron get off the train but not Harry, and they were sitting together. I glance over, across from them, to see Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle get off but not Draco, and they were sitting together.
"Hey, Hermione, where's Harry", I ask, walking over to her.
"I don't know", Hermione says.
"He's probably already on his way to Hogwarts. Come on", Ron shrugs his shoulders. He doesn't think nothing of this, but... I don't know.
I have a weird feeling.
"You guys go ahead. I'm gonna check something", I say.
"Belle...", Max starts.
"Don't worry. I'll make it back. I just think I left something", I lie, making him nod. He hugs me goodbye, before they walk off. I walk back towards the train, before quietly opening the door and slipping in the way I came out. I see Draco kick someone in the face, making my eyes widen.
"That's for my father. Enjoy your ride back to London", Draco spits, before grabbing his briefcase and exiting the train. I slowly walk over to where he was, before looking down at what he was looking at.
I don't see anything....
Wait.
I slowly lean down and pull back the invisible cloak that was covering Harry.
"Harry?! What the bloody hell are you still doing on the train", I question, as I hold out my hand. He takes it, and I pull him to his feet.
"I may or may not have been spying on Malfoy", Harry admits, as we walk towards the door.
"Why?"
"I don't know... I feel like he's up to something.... I saw him the other night in Borgin and Burkes, with a old, black cabinet. It looked like an initiation", Harry admits, as we exit the train.
"Harry... if you're implying that Draco Malfoy is now a deatheater... you're barking", I roll my eyes, shaking my head.
"I know it's crazy, but... his father is a deatheater. It only makes sense", Harry points out.
"His father is also a crazy lunatic who deserves nothing but pain and death.... Just because Malfoy's dad is a deatheater, doesn't mean Malfoy is", I sigh, as we walk towards Professor Flitwick.
"Ah. About time. I've been looking all over for you to", Flitwick says. "Right. Names?"
"Professor Flitwick, you've known us for five years", Harry points out.
"No exceptions, Potter", Flitwick says.
"Who are those people", I ask, when I notice some guards of some sort.
"Aurors. For security", Flitwick replies, as I glance around. I see Draco and Snape getting checked to make sure they don't have any weapons on them.
"What's this cane here, then", Filch asks, Draco.
"It's not a cane, you cretin. It's a walking stick", Draco hisses, making me roll my eyes.
"And what exactly would you be wanting with a--", Filch starts, as the gates close behind us. "Could be construed as an offensive weapon", Filch adds.
"It's all right, Mr. Filch. I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy", Snape says, stepping in. Filch holds out the "walking stick" and Draco takes it, roughly, before looking over at us.
He almost looks... surprised to see Harry.
"Nice face, Potter", Draco sneers, before walking off. I roll my eyes, before getting out my wand.
"Would you like me to fix it for you", I question. "Personally, I think you look a bit more devil-may-care this way, but.. it's up to you", I add.
"Well, have you ever fixed a nose before?"
"No, but... I've done several fingers and toes, and.. how different are they, really", I answer.
"Um... Okay, yeah. Give it a go", Harry answers.
"Episkey", I say, making his nose crack back into place.
"Ah", Harry exclaims.
"Sorry", I say, as I put my wand away.
"No. No. It's fine... How do I look?"
"Hmm... expectionally ordinary", I reply, making Harry chuckle.
"Brilliant."
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FanfictionDraco Malfoy has always had a stone, cold look on his face. He always looked as if he had no emotions whatsoever. Ever since I first met him, he was like that. He's always been a sarcastic, arrogant, egotistical, narcissistic, manipulative, annoying...
