Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Eleven

Before long, the holidays are here, and I have to go back home. As much as I want to stay with everyone at Hogwarts, my mother needs someone to be with for Christmas. I end up sitting by myself on the train, not knowing anyone else well enough to go with. I sit curled up in a compartment, reading a book, when I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," I call out, frowning as I set my book down. The door slides open, and Malfoy stands there. A look of surprise flashes over his face.

"What are you doing here, Frenchie?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Weren't you going to stay with your friends?"

"No. Why do you care?" I sigh, looking back down at the book in my hands. He steps inside and closes the door, sitting down beside me. I look up again, my eyes narrowing. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sitting with you," he says, as if it's the simplest thing in the world.

I continue to stare at him, at a loss for words. He grins a little.

"You okay, Frenchie?"

"Can you please not call me Frenchie?" I ask.

"Alright," he sighs. For a moment, I'm pleasantly surprised, but his smile grows. "Sorry, Frenchie."

"Get out," I tell him, slamming my book shut. "What are you trying to do?"

"We've never had a decent conversation before. As much as I like our fights, I'd like to get to know a little more about you," he says.

"I don't consider you trashing me a fight."

"It's not, unless you trash me back."

"Leave!" I cry out. "Ugh, you're not even mean anymore! Just annoying!"

"I can be a lot more annoying, Medlor."

"Oh, so now I'm Medlor?" I question, narrowing my eyes.

"I'm Malfoy, aren't I?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You are, and that's because I have no respect for you," I retort, standing up. "Now get out."

Finally, he stands up, but he has a smirk on his face. "You're making a mistake, Medlor."

"It's a mistake I'm willing to make," I hiss, "now leave."

Without another word, he turns around and exits the compartment, shutting the door behind him. I collapse onto the seat, my face buried in my hands. I let out a groan of frustration, dropping my hands down and clenching my fists.

He never is the same. One moment he's a bully, the next moment he's an annoyance. Little do I know how drastically this will grow over the years.

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I stand on the platform, looking around for my mother. She had written me a letter a couple days before saying she would be here, but when I see no signs of her in the station, I'm certain that something with work came up and she couldn't come.

Slowly but surely, the train station empties, leaving only a few students. I lean against the wall near the platform, my arms crossed. My luggage sits beside me, my coat slung over it.

When I look around, I catch sight of Malfoy standing further down the wall, staring at the ground. For once, I see him differently, his eyes narrowed in a sadder sort of way, his shoulders slumped forward. I have the urge to walk over to him all of a sudden, which makes my stomach twist with anxiety. However, I find myself picking up my trunk, rolling it over to where he stands.

He looks up as I approach, his eyes cold and angry. I realize that this is the exact same look he gave me in the corridor, the day we met. I immediately regret coming over, but there's no turning back now.