Cupid

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Four years later~

Of course I had to sleep in for another five minutes did I. Pushing the trolley full of my luggage, I manoeuvre through the usual King Cross Station crowd. I sprinted along the walls repeatedly apologising to every innocent bystander who I accidentally trample over. I kept looking up watching for station nine and ten, hoping that the Weasley's are running late as well. They were always known for their their red hair and financial issues, luckily they weren't hard to spot. I found a puddle of red hair in the distance, I sprinted as fast as my feet could go. 

I soon caught up with the red hair group, Mrs Weasley shouting at all of them to hurry otherwise the train will leave. The Weasley's are one of the nicest pure-blood families out there, even though they're financially poor they always know how to make a joke. Especially Fred and George the clowns of the school, I quietly followed them. My family has always been awful to the Weasley's since they're 'blood traitors,'  however I've always felt extremely sorry for them. I once transferred a hundred galleons towards them, but I got caught by my mother who was kindy strolling in Knockturn Alley. 

The Weasley's never knew that I tried to be kind to them, my mother would've had my head if I ruin our family's reputation. I didn't keep lowkey for long though, I accidently bump into Ginny who was trailing behind Mrs Weasley. "I'm sorry Ginny, I was just daydreaming." Ginny looked at me trying to decipher what I said with my actions, she just rolled her eyes and quickened her pace. Everytime, when can anyone just think and accept that I'm trying to be nice? Finally we all reached the third pillar between station nine and ten, I allowed the Weasley's to go first since I didn't want more guilt and sadness. 

Finally it was my turn, I slowly pulled up ready to run towards the wall until someone grabbed my wrist. If it wasn't for my quick reflexes there wouldn't be a crowd of people looking at us, I had Mr Weasley pinned down on the floor. Realising what I've done I stumbled back trembling with such shock. "I'm sooooo sorry Mr Weasley, I thought you were someone else." I helped him up and dusted off the dirt on his clothes. What was it that I didn't want to feel more guilty and sad? Well also add embarrassment, my cheeks burned hot red.

"Well is that what your has taught you? Pin others to the floor whenever they what a conversation." Mr Weasley kept his distance afraid I'll judo flip him, I nervously looked at the entrance to platform nine and three quarters. Was he trying to distract me from boarding the train? I wiped the sweat off my hands, no. He wouldn't do such a thing, Mr Weasley is a nice caring person not a mad evil genius. Mr Weasley realised my nervous aura and tried to reassure me that nothing wrong is happening, "Cupid the reason why I pulled you aside is because I want you to watch over Harry."     

He chose his words very carefully. Me? He trusted me after what happened, wants me to watch over Harry? Harry Potter the Boy who Lived? Why me? What did I have that Ron or Hermione didn't? I look at Mr Weasley in shock, he was asking to do the impossible. Harry and I are enemies, since I'm Draco's friend. Not to mention his in Gryffindor and I'm in Slytherin, has Mr Weasley lost his mind? I didn't want to find out any longer. "Okay, I'll watch over Potter. Now if you excuse me I need to catch a train."

His eyes widen just realising the amount of time was wasted, "bloody hell let's get you on the train then shall we." He ushered me through the entrance, as I ran towards the first open door I grabbed all my belongs. Mr Weasley helping me place all my luggage in the train, I reassure him that I'll keep my promise I popped into the hallway. I feel the train finally moving, I walk down looking for Draco. Luckily he wasn't hard to miss either, the platinum blonde 'angel'  shouting at his companions for being impulsive. I slide open the compartment door as quietly as possible, however with the level of shouting it was easy to cover to creaks of the door. I lean against the door frame waiting for how long it will take for them to realise I was right here. 

The conversation was about their crushes, so this is one of the topics they talk about when I'm not around. "I, unlike you Crabbe and Goyle, actually isn't afraid to say who I fancy." I smirked and I knew that was my que, "and would you like to tell us who that special girl would be?" Draco's face full of surprise, his face grew hot red I could feel the heat radiating of his face. I wanted to laugh however the topic was intriguing, who did Draco like? Many people think that since I hang around him that we're a couple, others say that I've left an imprint on him so he can't stop thinking of me. Like I believe that, I would know if he liked me. Believe me, Draco has never shown love to anyone besides his mother and potions. 

I looked at Draco and sighed, "well if your not going to say anything proceed with whatever you guys were doing. Oh move over Malfoy, or should always have to use magic for you to do my biddings?" I comfortably sat down making the rest of the ride best of home, its good to be back with this idiots again. Being away from my mother is the best thing ever, the boys continue with their conversation now being more cautious about what they say.

One or two hours passed, my head laying on Draco's lap while he naps. If you haven't seen Draco sleep you don't know what pure is. Draco's head is tilted upwards leaning a bit to the side, his chest raising slowly up and down as he breathes, his mouth slightly open with droll seeping from the corner. If you listen carefully you can hear the tiniest snores and bonus if you place a stuffed animal by his side (it doesn't need to be a stuff animal it could possible be you) within a hour you'll see him cuddling it like it's the most precious thing in the world.

Crabbe and Goyle on the other side sleep like giants, their snoring could collapse a building however if your a deep sleeper your lucky. Everything was normal until a blonde girl crashed into our compartment, Draco jolted awake whereas Crabbe and Goyle yawned and continued to sleep. The girl had cuts all over her body, blood drenched her clothes. "A little help would be nice," the girl said struggling to stand up however in a second she was tackling someone to the ground. I thought that muggle fighting was foolish until now, seeing blood oozing out of the girl's opponents nose made spells look lame. "I don't think you need help, by the looks of it your handling it better yourself." Honestly it was true, this was the most bloodiest fist fight I've ever seen. Why can't every year start like this? This is the way to start the school year off.

However that thought had to be scratched, the girl's opponent had her by the throat. "Well, well, well looks like you have to now pretty girl. Me and you alone when everyone is at the Start-of-Term Feast, and I'll teach you who's boss little Miss Virgin. Well not for long you'll be Miss Virgin." I didn't need to process what he said, all I knew was that the girl was going to be raped by some psychotic person. I pulled out my wand holly wood, with a core of unicorn hair. I leap off of Draco and shouted Expelliarmus, the dude's wand flew out of his hand into mines and the rest of his body plummeted down the hallway. "I think you'll understand not to touch a woman like that ever again," I shouted to the boy who was being helped by his friends, "now for you let's clean you up, I'm no Madam Pomfrey but we'll find something on the way. Come on."