Accidentally Loving Malfoy

Chapter 2

    When the train arrives at the station, Blaise, Pansy, Draco and I all get our belongings together and exit our compartment.
    Draco pauses and I turn around.
    "What are you doing?" I asked him.
    "I just want to check something, you guys go on. I'll meet you there," he responds, his tone clipped and distant.
    I wave my hand dismissively. "I can wait," I tell him.
    Draco hesitates for a moment before nodding and saying, "Alright. Meet me outside on the platform."
    "Okay," I say.
    Blaise, Pansy and I leave Draco to check on whatever he was talking about and step out onto the platform.
    I waved them on, saying, "You guys go on. I'll wait for Draco."
    Again, Blaise and Pansy share a look.
    Suddenly, I'm annoyed. Why couldn't they accept the fact that Draco and I were just friends? It had started to really get on my nerves, although there was a small part of me that slowly began to warm up to the idea of being more than friends with Draco Malfoy, no matter how much I tried to suppress it.
    "Could you two stop with those looks?" I snap. I"m starting to lose my patients with them.
    "Sorry," Blaise says, raising his hands in a surrender type gesture.
    Blaise and Pansy watched me for another second before I turned to them and raised my eyebrows.
    "You can go, now."
     They both turn around and walk away, but I could have sworn I heard Pansy whisper, "I told you she'd never admit it."

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    I'm standing outside the train, on the platform, waiting for Draco, when the sound of curtains being closed causes me to jump. I look up at the train to see that all the curtains in our train compartment had been closed at the same time.
    Draco, I thought.
    Five minutes go by and I wonder what he could be doing, in there. There was nothing special about our compartment.
    Just then, the compartment door opened and Draco stepped out, a hard look in his stormy grey eyes.
    When he stepped out onto the platform and looked at me.
    I raise my eyebrows at him and ask, "What was that about?"
    Draco's nostrils flare as he answers, "Potter was spying on us."
    We start walking in the direction of the carriages. I look at him, out of the corner of my eye, confused. Why would Harry Potter care about what we were talking about?
    Then it hit me.
    It was our sixth year.
    I stopped and turned to him and he stopped and faced me.
    "Are you..." I trailed off, avoiding saying the last part in case someone could hear us.
    Draco nods and it all suddenly makes sense.
    Draco Malfoy, my best friend, was now a Death Eater. Not entirely by choice, of course. I knew his family. They were all Death Eaters. His father would most likely have disowned him if he hadn't become one.
    "I don't know how, but I think Potter knows, somehow. Or at least suspects something," Draco says as we continue.
    I open my mouth to respond but stop myself when I see a carriage driving towards us. I couldn't risk someone hearing what we were talking about because I knew it would put Draco's life in danger.
    "What the bloody hell are you two still doing out here?" says the angry voice of the driver as he pulls the carriage to a halt, next to us.
    Glaring at the driver, Draco opens his mouth to deliver a nasty response when Severus Snape, one of the school's professors, who was also my uncle, walks over, saying, "I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Sales."
    I shoot him a grateful look, though I didn't know how he'd known we were still out here. I receive a curt nod in response.
    I see Draco look past us, back in the direction we came in. He smirks and shouts, "Nice face, Potter!"
    Looking back, I see Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw, walking towards us when a second carriage passes by and stops beside them.
    I hear the driver of our carriage climb back up into his seat and he growls, "Well, come on then. Unless you want to walk."
    I tear my gaze away from Potter and Lovegood and climb up into the carriage, followed by Draco and Snape. When we're all settled, the carriage jolts forward, turns around and starts towards Hogwarts.
    Draco and I are silent for the whole ride. I sit with my hands folded in my lap and he does the same. Though I wasn't scared of my uncle, I knew he had a temper and, even if he didn't show it, I knew he was mad.
    When we finally reach the school, I climb out of the carriage and Draco climbs out after me, slowly followed by Snape.
    "Both of you are to head straight to the Great Hall to join your House-mates at the Slytherin table," Snape says as he quickly walks off.
    I sigh and run a hand through my long, dark brown hair. Glancing over at Draco, I can see the nervous look in his eyes.
    "Hey," I say, putting my hands on his shoulders and looking up at him. "We're going to get you through this year, okay?"
    Draco nods. "Okay."
    I'm not convinced, but I don't push him.
    "Ok. Let's go before Snape comes back out and gives us detention," I say.