~Poisoned Love~

Chapter 2 - The Boy

I was jolted awake by what I thought sounded like a loud cough, I glanced around and let out a deep breath "I must be going mad" I thought to myself while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I sat up and stared out the window, I gawked at the scenery of the forest, it was much more green and vibrant than Central London. I yawned and rubbed my eyes once more before reaching into my bag for some water.

"What in the-" I almost jumped out of my seat when the black cloak spoke, "I'm definitely going mad" I assured myself.

"U-um hello?" I stuttered in a soft voice, placing my water bottle back down, the cloak started to move and when it did I realized someone had been asleep under it the whole time.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know anyone was in here I-" my voice trailed off when the cloak revealed a boy's face, pale and distraught. His eyes were clenched shut in a scowl, from the sun I assumed, and his nose crinkled as he let out a yawn. I just sat there in shock, holding my hands up to my chest and breathing quickly. He sat up, eyes still shut and stretched his arms high above his head, just sitting he was much taller than I was. I realized I had been staring and quickly asserted my attention to the forest outside. Silence. He hadn't said a word yet and I was starting to get anxious. I peeked over at him and this time his eyes were open, staring right at me with this look of curiosity and amusement. 

"I know you," he said in a groggy voice, squinting his eyes at me now, "you're the first year klutz that crashed into me at the station."

All it took was one good look at his silver eyes and platinum blonde hair and it all came back to me, me bumping into him, him catching me from falling, and then him disappearing. My cheeks started to burn and my eyes darted to the floor of the cabin. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

     "Well?" he questions, raising an eyebrow at me, clearly expecting an answer.

"I'm not a first year," was the only sentence I could struggle to get out. He chuckled and sat back against the seat, hands behind his head. His eyes still fixated on me.

"Second year?" he raises an eyebrow at me almost as if he thinks he's gotten it right.

     I shook my head, "Fifth actually," I say quietly, I wanted to see how he would react but to my disappointment he just shrugged and responded, "Same."

I reached into my bag and pulled out one of the books I brought from home and started reading, occasionally catching glimpses of the boy staring at me, leaning forward as if he wanted to ask me something but then sitting back and looking out the window. He was rather confusing if you asked me, I couldn't quite tell if he was being nice or a complete asshole.

"Why on earth are you wearing a Durmstrang sweater?" He scoffs in what most would consider a rude way, his face scrunched in disgust.

"I used to attend there," I answer, keeping my eyes focused on my book. I can tell he wasn't quite finished.

"Used to? What, did you get expelled or something?" He laughs, clearly taunting me. I look over at him with an annoyed expression, shut my book placing it back into my bag, and let out a sigh. Why does he ask so many bloody questions?

"I moved and Hogwarts was the closest school to where we are currently living, does that answer your question?" I tried to sound irritated but that only seemed to amuse him.

"Well you'd better get dressed into your robe then, we're nearly there now and Professor McGonagall will have a fit if she sees you in that," he looks me up and down and gives me a look of distaste. "Definitely an asshole" I thought, while getting up and making my way to the bathroom to change my clothes.

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I take a few moments analyzing myself in the large mirror, making sure I look presentable, the last thing I wanted was to make an awful first impression. I already screwed up my chances at making friends with that awful blonde boy and that I was certain of, but maybe it was for the best. I brush through my long strands of brown hair with my fingers, pinning up both sides so it doesn't cover my face like a curtain. I straightened out my robe, which looked boring and dull, and applied a little bit of chapstick my Gran picked up for me at the London supermarket. They always get chapped this time of year. I look closer at myself in the mirror, my brown eyes seemed dull and sleepish, wishing I had brought some mascara with me but Gran never approved of me wearing makeup, she had always said that I looked better without it. I couldn't help but see how much I resembled my mother in these robes. We have the same fair skin, dark features, and bone structure. 'She was so beautiful,' I pondered to myself before backing away from the mirror. I let out a satisfied huff and made my way back to the cabin, to my surprise the boy was already changed. Instead of his basic white dress shirt and black trousers he was dressed in a robe much nicer than mine, black with the inside fabric dyed a dark green and an embroidered house symbol on the front left. 'He must be a Slytherin' I thought to myself as I took a seat across from him. He didn't even look up, he was fixated on the outside world, watching as the trees and rivers disappeared behind us. It was dark out now, half past 8. The dim lights in the cabin had come on and I couldn't help but find myself staring at him, it's not like he'd see me. He's far too preoccupied with what's going on outside. His hair was parted down the middle, well kept and rather soft-looking. His pale skin shimmered under the lights of the cabin and his eyes were so beaut- 'Wait what are you going on about? He's a Slytherin' I mentally kicked myself. What had gotten into me, I've gone one summer without seeing a boy and the first chance I get I'm-

"Is there a reason why you're staring at me?" he spits cutting me off mid-thought, yet still keeping his focus out the window. I quickly look away, embarrassed as all hell, and start fiddling with my fingers.

"I- I never asked your name."

He doesn't look at me, and for a moment I presumed he wouldn't answer, "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, still focused out the window.

     "Im Freya, Freya Gallagher," I was expecting some sort of response, but he didn't say a word. What is wrong with this guy. Why is he so bloody miserable. I cross my arm over my chest and wait to arrive at Hogwarts. 

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"Shit," I thought to myself, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, "I must have fallen asleep." I look around and notice that the boy, Draco, is gone and the train is buzzing with students. I open the door to the cabin and realize that we have arrived at Hogwarts. I walk out into the cold breeze and take in how gorgeous and bright the castle is, much nicer than Durmstrang and a hell of a lot bigger.

     To my surprise I catch sight of a tall man, almost nine feet or taller, gathering up students, "Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!" I'm not a first year but I still need to get sorted into my house so I decide to follow the first years and the man towards the boats. As we start to descend I get this weird feeling at the nape of my neck so I peek behind me and catch Draco staring, we locked eyes for a moment before I turned back and made my way with the others to the castle.

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