His Grey Eyes (A Draco Malfoy fanfic)

2. Platform 9 3/4 and the Great Hall

Hi so i know many authors have been writing what songs they were listening to while writing, so im gonna do that! (even though it probably doesn't affect my writing)

Applaud- Lady Gaga

Night Vision- Lindsey Stirling <3

Little Talks- Of Monsters and Men

Animal- Neon Trees

Tennis Court- Lorde (this one actually describes Athena so hehe yerp) <3

Viva la Vida- Coldplay <3

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"ATHENA!" I slowly turned around, wondering why the familiar voice was yelling at me out of anger. My problem worsened when I didn't know why a scarlet faced Celeste Black was storming towards me, eyebrows knit together. She was Draco's cousin and wasn't very proud of it. Her white blonde hair and grey eyes gave it away. Of course, her hair is brown now that she dyed it. All three of us besties were really tall.

Celeste and clover were both in Ravenclaw, and I never really felt excluded. I practically was one. I was at the Ravenclaw house so much, some first years were confused why I was in their house but sitting at the Slytherin table. The Sorting Hat took at last seven minutes to figure out what house to put me in.

Besides, it wasn't really hard to figure out the riddles the portrait threw at its victims.

For some of the really stupid nargles that were born into this Hell we call Earth, I was in Slytherin, the best house there is. Everyone knew I belonged here because I had the worst temper in Hogwarts, especially among the fourth years.

My face twisted in confusion and anger. "What are you talking about?" I questioned.

"You haven't replied to any of my letters. I kept owling you and-" I cut her off.

"Me? I kept owling you and you never replied. I thought something happened to you. And, just saying, I never got any of your fucking letters so stop yelling at me."

She just stared at me like I had four heads, then asked, "You owled me? When? I never got your letters either." We both were lost in thought until Clover wandered over, and told us we are getting late and that we needed to get a move on.

I tore my eyes away from Celeste's haunting gaze and ran toward the magical barrier separating King's Cross station in the muggle world and Platform 9 3/4. I easily slid through, but fell as I bumped into an object an inch taller than me.

I stood up and brushed myself off before looking at the person in front of me. When I lifted my head up, I couldn't help my jaw hanging open in surprise at the one and only Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes bore into my green ones and I thought I saw a hint of longing in his eyes but it was gone as fast as it came.

"Um, hi," I said awkwardly. A smirk formed on his face and he turned away, but not before he acknowledged the fall and said out of amusement, "Watch where your going, got it? Stupid blood traitor."

As payback for the last part, I kicked him in the back of the knee and twisted his arm between his shoulder blades, then whispered into his ear, "If I were you, I'd be more careful. I can be evil when I need to be, so don't give me shit and underestimate me."

I pushed his arm farther between his shoulder blades, and then let go when I was satisfied with the groan of pain that slipped his mouth.

I turned around and stalked away, leaving him shocked, and surprised. I'm amazed and hurt that he didn't remember my signature move from when we were little. It always affected him so it was the only move I used to hurt him physically.