THE VISION THIEF - D. MALFOY

31. travels

Draco Malfoy and I sat in complete and utter silence across from each other in the small compartment. After learning about his connections to Daphne's sister, I felt more compassion towards him than before, but I was still upset. I was still hurt by his actions the other night.

Maybe I was making a big deal out of things, and I certainly wasn't perfect in the situation, but I was bugged, and even worse, I was stubborn as hell. Even if I wanted to, I just couldn't bring myself to apologize. After all, I didn't have much to apologize for.

So as a result, we sat in the compartment in complete silence for the whole 5-hour train ride. He would read, I would sleep. I would read, and he would sleep. Occasionally I would look out the window at the rain rolling down the glass and the fog covering the beautiful landscapes we passed.

When the train finally arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4, I was reminded that we still had quite a ways to travel. I reach into the deep pockets of my coat, pulling out two passports. My American one, and a British Passport for Malfoy.

"Here, McGonagall told me this is for you. She said you've never had a passport," I say as I hand it to him.

He shakes his head. "I never had a need for one. I've only ever traveled across the UK and never by muggle transportation," he says. "You've never left the country?" I ask, surprised by this. He simply shakes his head.

I smirk. "Well now you get to see my country," I smirk.

"Great. Bloody Americans," He says sarcastically.

"Oh shut up, I could be saying the same about you people," I say, and gesture to the dozens of people around the station as we make our way through them all, towards the main road where we would find a cab. "Muggles or not, Brits are superior," he says.

I roll my eyes. "Of course you'd say that. I'm sure it's becuase the only American you know is me, and you obviously don't like me," I say.

"Arden's American. But you are right, I don't like you," He smirks.

"Really? I never would've guessed," I roll my eyes.

We make it outside of King's Cross station, to the main road where the city is bustling with life. Cars, cabs, double decker buses fill the streets. The sun is just beginning to set and the sky is bright with vibrant orange and pinks. The trees are all shades of yellows, red, and oranges as fall slowly passes by each day. People walk by in groups, laughing and talking. I smile, forgetting how much I love big cities. I look to Malfoy, who seems the quite opposite. He looks at each person like they are a bug he could squash.

I look around, and walk up to the edge of the street, dragging my suitcase with me. I step down onto the street, just in front of the curb, and hold out my arm, waving down a cab. "What are you doing?" Malfoy shouts as he catches up to me.

"Getting us a cab," I say. I turn around to him, still keeping my arm up. "Have you never seen anyone do this before?" I ask. He shakes his head. "My parents never let me come to the city," he says. I dont respond but hide the small frown on my face as I turn back around. Growing up as a Malfoy doesn't sound like it was too fun.

In just a few seconds, a black cab pulls right up to us, stopping just in front of me. I quickly walk around, popping the trunk and throwing my suitcase in. I look to Malfoy who holds a small duffle bag. He stands hesitantly next to the cab.

"Are you putting your bag in here?" I ask. He pulls it closer to his body and shakes his head. I roll my eyes and close the trunk, walking around and sliding in. "'Ello miss," the driver immediately says.

"Hello there," I smile, making eye contact through the rear view mirror. "Is your friend comin' too?" He asks. I sigh. "Yes, sorry, he's a little shy," I smirk before poking my head out. "Get your ass in this car," I snap. He groans but listens as he follows me in, taking a seat directly next to me.