Draco Malfoy and The Dark Mark

Chapter 1- Arrival

Draco had a troubled night’s sleep. His father wove in and out of his dreams about the Dark Lord, never speaking; his mother sobbed over his sons body (Draco), who was wearing all black, and yet Draco found himself walking down a corridor ending in a locked door. He woke abruptly with sweat to fine his mother going through the dresser picking out his cloths for him.

“. . . better hurry up, your father going ballistic, he says you’re going to miss the train . . . “

There was a lot of commotion in the house. From what he heard as he dressed at top speed, Draco gathered his trunk and headed downstairs.

Draco felt an odd sense of loss. He had never traveled on the Hogwarts Express without his father being upset.

            “Come on,” Pansy told him, “If we get a move on we’ll be able to get good sets away from the first years.”

            “Right,” said Draco, picking up his suit case in one hand and the handle of his trunk in the other. They managed off down the corridor, peering through the glass-paneled doors into the compartments they passed, which were already full. Pansy and Draco made a notice to the students that were in their usual compartments. A lot of people stared back at them, with great interest and that several of them nudge their neighbors and pointed him out, all the students emptied and left.

            In the very last carriage they met Crabbe and Golye,

“Hey, Draco,” they both said. “Hey, Pansy. . . . Did another lower classmen ended up our compartment again?” said Crabbe as they both laughed

“Lower classmen need to know there place,” said Pansy

Before she can slid the door open a strange student appeared in front of her. Everyone looked, even Draco. She had a straggly, waist-length, dirty blond hair, very pale eyebrows, and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. Draco knew at once why no one wanted to share compartment with her. The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact that she had stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she  was

reading a magazine upside down. Her eyes ranged over Pansy, Crabbe, Golye and came to rest on Draco.

            “Everywhere’s full I can’t find a seat, “she said dreamily, without taking her eyes off Draco.

            “Ah, I know who you are?” Pansy said with a smirk “Everyone, this is Looony Lovegood”

“Actually, it’s pronounce Luna Lovegood” in a singsong voice

            “We don’t care, this is Slytherin territory” said Pansy

“You’re Draco Malfoy,” she added

            “I know I am,” said Draco

Crabbe and Golye chuckled. Luna turned her pale eyes upon him instead.

            “And I don’t know who you are.”

“Their nobody,” said Pansy

She closed the door again; Luna raised her upsided-down magazine high enough to hide her rather pink face and departed.

Draco slumped back in his seat and groaned. He would have liked Luna to discover him sitting with a group of very powerful people laughing their heads off at a cruelly joke he was going to say; he would not have chosen to be sitting with Pansy clutching her rude remarks as always.

            “That was rather coldly, don’t you agree?” said Draco with a smirk

“Lower classmen need to know there place” Pansy suppressed a giggle