Unexpected

Chapter 2

“Come on now everybody, quickly quickly.” Mrs Weasly’s voice ushered them out into the gap between platforms 9 and 10 in Kings Cross. They must have looked like an odd gathering, 4 red-headed teenagers and two others, each with a big case and some with owls in cages. Mad-Eye Moody had joined them at the station entrance and, although he wore a dark hat pulled low over his grizzled features and manic eye, he looked like somebody who had just escaped a mental health ward with his shabby clothes and matted hair. But the muggles that passed them by gave them no more than a cursory glance. Pairing up with Harry, Hermione casually strolled towards the blank wall barrier between the two platforms. At the last second she gave her trolley a heavy push and slid through the wall, with Harry, onto Platform 9 and Three Quarters, and came face to face with the huge, scarlet steam engine, embossed in gold with the word HOGWARTS. She walked further onto the platform and turned around to wait for the arrival of the Weasly’s. Suddenly she heard a whoosh and a scream
“DRAKIE!!!!” Pansy sodding Parkinson.
Hermione repressed a shudder whilst Harry winked at her and made a retching noise next to her. By this time the rest of the Weasly’s had joined them and they started to make their way to an empty compartment.
As they swung their trolley’s round they were faced with an arrogant looking Malfoy who was currently being pawed by a pug-faced girl called Pansy. Much to the trio’s delight Malfoy looked as if he was not enjoying this display of affection from his so called ‘girlfriend’.
“Pansy. How… delightful it is to see you again. It’s been too long.” He gently pushed her away by the shoulders and swished his cloak around to board the train, having arrived in his school clothes. This is when his eyes fell upon Harry, Ron and Hermione. A malicious glow sprung up into his eyes when he saw them.
“Well, well, well,” he muttered softly “If it isn’t Dumbledore’s Golden Trio, returning to Hogwarts.”
“Oh bugger off Malfoy, your ugly mug isn’t the first thing I want to see on my return to school.” Ron snarled at him.
“Careful Weasly or I might have to reduce that twittering owl of yours to something a lot quieter, like dust.” He laughed as he spoke and his dim-witted entourage sniggered with him. He started forward towards the three, flanked on either side by Crabbe and Goyle, but he held up a hand to stop them, and sauntered right up to Harry until they were almost nose to nose.
As he did this, Hermione could see how he had changed over the summer. No longer was he the arse-licking little brat he had been in fifth year, he now emitted a kind of shimmer that commanded respect. He walked with his chin up and a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. He’d also shot up about half a foot and now towered over her. However he was still the same height as Harry. He seemed broader in the chest and shoulders, and his fingers were long and cracking menacingly. He’d let his icy blonde hair grow so it covered his face but he flicked it to one side so he could see. Hermione was in shock at the man who stood before her, for she must admit she was a little intimidated.
“What are you staring at, mudblood?” he growled at her. Ron automatically raised his fist but Hermione caught it and held him back.
“Leave it Ron, I don’t care what the little shit says.”
“Ooh feisty,” Malfoy replied, “you’d better control that tongue of yours this year Granger.”
“Oh yeah?” breathed Harry, “What can you do about it now, ‘Drakie’, now that daddy dearest is going insane in Azkaban? You touch one hair on Hermione’s head and you will never see daylight again ok?”
Draco’s eyes darkened and went stormy. His fingers flexed and he reached for his wand inside his robes. But Harry was too quick for him. Grabbing his hand, he smiled.
“Malfoy how would you enjoy being a ferret again? I’m sure Professor Moody over there can arrange it if you wish?” They all turned around to see Mad-Eye standing about six feet away, watching them closely. Harry knew that with his eye he would be able to lip read every word they were saying, so although Moody had no idea what Harry was on about, he calmly waved his hand and gave Draco a little wave and a wink. Hermione suppressed a giggle as Malfoy changed dramatically. His face paled and his eyes sparkled as he wrenched his arm out of Harry’s grip, smoothing down his robes, he snarled
“Oh Potter, I forgot to ask, how’s dear old Sirius doing? Oh wait. That’s right! My Auntie killed him didn’t she? Whoops silly me.” And with one last grin at the three of them, he turned his back and sauntered over to where his followers were eagerly awaiting the story.
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes as she was reminded of Sirius. How could she ever think that he was anything but the bastard he had been for the last five years? Cursing him silently, she brushed her tears away and turned to face Harry. She and Ron placed a hand on each of his arms.
“Come on, let’s go find a compartment.”


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Draco couldn’t get the argument out of his head. He mulled over it in his seat whilst Pansy prattled on and on about… well something or another, he didn’t really care. He had wanted to blast Potter right out of Kings Cross for that remark on his Father. How dare he. And Weasly repulsed him as well, all gangly and uncoordinated thinking he can defend his friends because he’s bigger than him. But the thing that bothered him the most was Granger. He didn’t recognise her almost, only when her snivelling ‘teachers pet’ voice gave it away. Her once bushy hair had been tamed into sleek, bouncy curls that fell down her shoulders and in her muggle clothes and he could see the body, which had developed last year under her robes. It was enticing at first, until he realised who it belonged to, and tried not to vomit on the spot at his own thoughts. How could he ever find a mudblood ‘enticing’? He shivered again at the thought, and then realised that, for god knows how long, Pansy had been trying to communicate with him.
“Drakie? Draco? DRACO MALFOY? Are you even listening to me?!”
“Of course I am Pansy, how ever could I not be enthralled by your wonderful tales?” the dumb girl wouldn’t ever pick up on the sarcasm in his voice, but would instead hear the words dripping in honey and sweetness. It was a pain that he had to go out with her really. But for some reason or other, all the other boys in Slytherin wanted her, so he had to prove he was more important by having her. He really couldn’t see what the others saw in her. Her face looked like it had been hit with a shovel and her nose turned up in an unattractive piggy way. She also pouted a lot which, despite what she thought, did absolutely nothing for her appearance. It just made her look fat really. But all the boys wanted her, so he must have her. She smiled when she heard him speak to her and snuggled down into his arms to continue her story. Just like an obedient little dog. He patted her head for effect and chuckled to himself at his joke. He settled back into his chair and closed his eyes, replaying the conversation with Gryfindor’s goody goody’s over and over again, thinking of ways to get revenge, as the train sped on past mountains and valleys.


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Gah! I couldn’t remember if Draco’s dad was in prison at the end of the fifth book. I think he was. Well if he wasn’t he is now =D.
Hope you liked the chapter. I finish school for good (minus exams) on Friday so updates should become more regular.
Shpamm xx