"Shut up right now." He says, covering my mouth with his hand.
For a moment we both stare at each other, not quite sure what to do next.
My body is frozen against the wall. All I can focus on is Draco's minty breath that dances across my face.
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"Don't forget-" My mother's shrill voice calls out to me as I try to push through the crowds blocking me from the Hogwarts Express.
"To write." I finish. "I know, Mother. I have to go or I'll be late again."
I glance back and give her a warm smile before hoisting myself into one of the carriages. Immediately I am hit by the smell of sweat and dust. I hold my nose and elbow my way through a group of first years that have decided to block the already narrow aisle. I finally make it to my cabin and swing the door open before collapsing on the nearest seat, next to Daphne.
"I'll get your bags for you then, princess." Blaise says sarcastically before lifting my trunk onto an overhead railing. I give him a thankful smile and rest my head on Daphne's shoulder.
"Fucking hell, Fran. You look exhausted and we haven't even arrived at school yet." She says, smoothing my arm.
"It's my mother. I swear she makes it her goal to stress me out as much as possible."
The doors to the cabin burst open again and stood smugly behind them is Draco Malfoy. I can't help but notice how much he's grown up since our third year. His face looks more chiselled and his body, even under his black suit, seems much more muscular than before. Draco's signature platinum blonde hair flops perfectly over his forehead. He waltzes into the cabin and promptly takes a seat next to Blaise.
"Miss me?" He says, smirking at me. Shit, he must have noticed I was staring.
"Oh yeah! I missed you just as much as I missed the bits of food in Hagrid's beard." I retort. He scrunches his nose at me and turns to Blaise.
"How's our top shagger been this summer?" Daphne and I exchange an unimpressed look but can't help but listen in.
"Same as usual really. Went to Milan, Santorini and ended the holiday in Mallorca- nothing extravagant but lots of fit girls." He winks at Daphne and I with the last sentence.
I roll my eyes at him, "Go on then, what's your body count now, I know you're dying to share."
"Sitting nicely at 65." He states with a proud grin. I'm barely paying attention to the answer as my eyes wonder from Blaise to the icy-haired boy next to him. Draco just seems so different- in a good way. I want to find something wrong, just for the sake of it, but I can't. The most irritating part is that I'm not supposed to like him. We have a weird relationship; it mainly revolves around us trying to outdo each other with insults. This year it'll be difficult though. Obviously there's the daddy issues but I can no longer make fun of his bleached hair that resembles the colour of a mouldy toenail or his uniform that used to be far too big for him, making him look like a Gringotts bank teller.
Everything about him is just-
The doors fly open once more and Théodore joins the group too. He too has matured but not to the extent that Draco has. Daphne nudges me as he sits down.
