Malfoy's Infatuation

Train Ride to Hogwarts

Today is the day, the day I've been long anticipating, my first official day at Hogwarts.

My parents accompany me physically while silence accompanies my thoughts. I don't have much to think about other than thoughts themselves. That's a quote right? We slow to a stop between platforms 9 and 10. Stopping for a brief moment as my father checks to see if we're at the right platforms, but to be honest where else could we be? The platform is 9 ¾, of course we are in the right place, I really should check to see if he's completely all there in the knoggin' (british slang for head). I look around to hopefully find a familiar face. I'd even accept that pasty blonde boy from yesterday with open arms at this point. All around me are muggles, until I spot a glimpse of red hair. I was praying to Merlin that it would be Ginny. I wait a few seconds as the red hair gets closer and more vibrant then more red heads appear through the crowd as well as a brunette. Ginny and Hermione break through the crowd of muggles first and run up to greet me.

"[Y/N]!" Hermione says eagerly. She pulls me and Ginny in for a hug. Alright love, I'm happy to see you too but we've only known each other for a day, the scream feels all a bit much. Her bushy hair goes into my mouth a little. Gross. I pull away from the hug and Ginny turns to face the rest of the red heads in the pack. As she introduces each one, she points down the line.

"This is Ron, Fred and George," Ginny says. Ron slightly lifts his head and gives a shy wave along with a half, fake smile. Ron isn't terrible looking but judging by the way he's looking at Hermione, I'd say he's off the table, however his brothers are definitely nice to look at. Fred and George both come up to me smiling from ear to ear and shake both my hands simultaneously. They all wore their Gryffindor robes, bravery and over-achieving must run in the family. The Weasley's parents come forward to greet my parents and I.

"Hello I am Molly and this is Arthur," she turns to allow Mr. Weasley to shake my parents and I's hands. Our parents converse for what felt like aeons, so I can't really blame myself when my mind wanders to the twins, really they're both stunning and they share almost all of the same attributes. Judging from what I see over Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, I'd say they're smart, they seem to have made little tricks? pranks? inventions seems suitable. Obviously funny... and troublesome from the way they're torturing Ginny. Not only are they identical but almost everything else is the same.. wait I wonder if they have the same length of--- MERLIN.. A hideous sounding watch starts to chime all of a sudden. Mrs. Weasley looks like her eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.

"Alright, let's go children! Lets go, lets go!" Mrs. Weasley said. She sounded like she was the one being rushed. I quickly turned to hug my parents goodbye and with one last peck on the cheek from my mom, I grab a hold of my cart and run behind Ginny into the wall.

There the train was, in all its glory. It's so shiny that I could see my reflection in it. I fix up my hair using my reflection and behind me, I see the reflection of that pasty blonde boy and his posse, and I see that they're getting closer. I swear to Merlin this boy is like HIV, there's really no getting rid of him.

"Lookie here fellas, this filthy mudblood thinks that fixing her appearance would actually make her appealing" the boy said. He and his posse start laughing off their rockers until they can't breathe. If only he would. Stop breathing that is.

I wasn't going to say anything to begin with but this boy is absolutely infuriating. I turn around, the picture of confidence, facing them and they quickly stop laughing. Bloody gits, give me strength to deal with these imbeciles today and I'll never diss your overpowered or really irrelevant family line again Merlin, I swear. I can't go to Azkaban for murder just yet.

"Well if I looked like you, I'd be fixing my appearance every second of the day, but would you like an award for being the ugliest arse in the universe?" I sneer back. With that, I turn back to my cart and walk into the train. But now that I think of it, he really could be the ugliest arse, the more I really picture his face in my mind the more he looks like a blob fish. Huh, must remember that for next time. He had it coming to him, it was only a matter of time, I shrug my shoulders at the thought. I wouldn't even think of apologising for simply stating facts.