Dying to be with you.

Disclaimer:Don't own, didn't happen...please don't kill me.


Rayne stepped outside, the windy air gusting through the large city of London. She looked up into the sky, the clouds looked sad and gray, and the sun hid behind them. Her younger sister Skye, who was turning 15, and her where going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Rayne was very happy about it. The punk teenager was a witch, and glad to be one. She would rather be a witch than be a filthy muggle, normal and plain, she liked having a wand, she liked knowing she could kill people with a point of a wand, and she liked knowing that she was different from everyone else. Rayne wasn’t sure how, but she felt like she had been different than all the other girls at Beauxbatons, where they were all pretty and plastic. Other than her dark looks, Rayne knew she was somehow powerful than all the other girls. She even showed it in her charm work. Madame Maxime was so amazed by her work, but by Rayne’s 4th year, she had a new love. A part veela named Fleur Delacour, who was the Beauxbatons Champion in the Triwizard Tournament. She didn’t win, but she had wanted to be the champion, he father was dreadfully upset when he found out she hadn’t gotten the position. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have won, especially with the famous “Harry Potter” was gonna win. It wasn’t a surprise, look at who he is. Anyways, Rayne walked out to the black fancy car her father owned, but didn’t drive. In the Bowing family, any piece of transportation that was owned by a Bowing was not driven by a Bowing, it was driven by their driver, Aries. She leaned against the car, when her mother came out with a long black leather trench coat, black high heels, and expensive black sweater and denim jeans. With Skye, wearing a red sweater and blue jeans and a maroon leather jacket, following her outside.
“Rayne! Don’t lean on the car! It will get dirty!” cried her mother who came rushing to the car “Come on girls, we have to get going! Aries!” mother called again as a tall white skinned man in a suit walked outside and went inside the driver’s seat of the car. The three Bowing women went inside the car and it drove off. “Girls, Hogwarts is a very good school” began Rayne’s mother, Angelica, “I know you both loved Beauxbatons, but Hogwarts is a fine school, and I know you both will love it” Rayne thought “whoever said I loved it” “girls. I will only get to see you over the holidays, and I want you both to write to me as often as you both can. Your father is so proud of you both at your accomplishments, but he believes you both will do better at Hogwarts” “Yes mother, the only reason father thinks that we will do good in Hogwarts is because he went there as a young man and he loved it there” said Rayne sarcastically “he only wants us to go there so he could get higher in the social ladder of the Wizarding world” she continued “Rayne, please. Your father only wants what is best for you. He just doesn’t want you to become a filthy muggle loving witch” her mother said as the arrived at Kings Cross Train Station.
The three Bowing’s all got out of the car and went through Platform 9 ¾ and that’s where Angelica said goodbye to her two girls and went off. Rayne and Skye both walked to the baggage area and gave their trunks to the man and went aboard the train. The two girls found an empty compartment, and Rayne instantly pulled out her iPod, and Skye just pulled out her notebook. Rayne pulled out her cigarettes and lighter and opened the train window. Rayne was 16 years old, and liked smoking just as much as her mother. She drank some too, but her mother had no clue or care what her eldest daughter did. Their father wasn’t there to say goodbye, at least their mother cared some, their father didn’t care a bit. He only cared about them achieving in school, that’s why Rayne and Skye had such high marks in school. Skye was least expected of because she was younger, all the pressure had been put apon Rayne, since she had just come of age and was an adult. The girls felt the train move, but didn’t pay much attention. When the trolley came around, Skye paid for the sweets, but Rayne ate nothing. When Rayne saw the sky going black, dark settling onto the earth, she hadn’t noticed the compartment door open, and Skye nudged her arm unexpectedly.
“Hey! What the fuck was that for?!” asked Rayne in her usual angry tone, all Skye did was nod her head towards the door. A tall white blonde boy was standing in the doorway, in the Hogwarts uniform with two other boys larger than himself standing on either sides of him with a girl who had a face like a pug. “What do you want?” asked Rayne rudely “Rayne!” hushed Skye “can we help you?” she said to the group in a kind tone “yes, I was told that the two Bowing sisters were aboard this train and I wanted to see for myself” “well here we are, you’ve seen it for yourself, now get out before I hex you” hissed Rayne “Rayne Bowing, the famous Rayne Bowing with her glorious attitude. I was so sure you wouldn’t remember me” the boy said leaning against the door frame “of course I would remember you Draco Malfoy!-“Rayne paused, this was the small 11 year old prat she had met at one of her fathers ridiculous parties “I told you to cut the attitude” said Skye “Draco Malfoy, I knew you hadn’t changed” said Rayne “aren’t you going to give me a hug?” he asked “no! I don’t give gits like you hugs!” snapped Rayne “fine, then I saw no point in coming. I’ll see you later” he said getting one last look at Rayne and leaving. “What a prat!” said Rayne looking back out the window.
As Draco sat in his compartment, he thought of Rayne. He hadn’t seen her in so long, and he missed her. He remembered how she used to hate him, since he bugged her all the time. He envisioned touching those luscious curves, stroking that long mane of silky black hair, kissing that smooth surface of pale skin, whispering to her, hearing that sweet giggle she used to have before her grandfather died, making her cold and cruel to everyone around her. He remembered how much Rayne loved her grandfather; she used to spend all her summer holidays with him in his small cabin in the woods. Draco was just glad he got a look at her. She had changed, not in just attitude, but in appearance. Hate had eaten away the happiness that used to lay behind her hazel green eyes, anger had killed her soul, but Merlin bless her body, that had changed over the years. She had filled out. Her breasts were large and would probably fill his hands, her curves were soft and smooth, and not a single lump or imperfection could be found on that gorgeous body. He wished he could tell her how he felt about her since they were 11, but he knew she would probably reject him. She was too hard and unloving, and her parents didn’t want to make her happy again. He betted they didn’t care about her. Draco only wanted to give Rayne the love and affection she so richly deserves and needs, but he wondered ‘how can you give someone so mean and angry, love and affection when they themselves have never felt it?’ he just wished he could kiss those sweet lips he had tasted so many years ago. It seemed like only yesterday he had laid eyes on Rayne, and like only minutes ago that he had kissed her and told her he loved her. Why didn’t he just tell her when he had a chance? Why?.....

Why?