His Savior

Chapter 5. Year 4. Amely.

We get to the train station and Hagrid leaves us almost immediately. I look at the ticket he gave me. PLATFORM 9 3/4. 

"Umm...Harry? My ticket has a typo" I say while speeding to catch up with him and his friends. 

"What do you mean?" he asks not even turning to look at me. 

"It says platform 9 3/4. But that's not a real platform" I say while speeding my pace even more. 

"Oh no. It's a magical platform" Ron replies while throwing his head over his shoulder to look at him. He ends up slamming into a pole. I couldn't stop my snicker from slipping out. The trio just glares at me. Jeez. They don't have to be so uptight. 

"Oh my God. Slow down! Your guy's legs are twice the size of mine!" I screech after a few minutes of running so I could keep their pace. 

"Oh sorry Amely" Hermione says sheepishly. They slow their pace but i'm speed walking to keep up. Damn these short legs. 

At last we finally get to a red brick pillar and Ron runs at it.

"RON! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YO-" I start to yell before Harry's hand covers my mouth. I look back at Ron and see he ran through the pillar! Through it! Hermione follows and next my brother. I'm left alone. I'm starting to think they aren't too ecstatic i'm here. 

I decide to go against my instincts as I run to the pillar. I fly at it hoping I don't smash into it. Thankfully I glide through like a hot knife through butter. The trio starts walking to the train through the seemingly endless mass of people.

When we get to the train they go straight to a specific compartment. I figured it would be best to give them some privacy. I find an empty one and sit while plugging in my head phones. My favorite song comes on. Runaway by AURORA. 

I lean back in my seat as a girl shoves her way into the compartment. 

"Umm...This is our compartment" says a pale girl with dark brown hair and a permanent scowl. Or it looks so by the lines on her forehead. 

"They aren't like that" I say while taking a headphone out. Next to her is a tall dark skinned boy. 

"Are you a mudblood?" she asks and I totally lost it.

"What the fuck does that even mean? I'm so tired of people saying something and then ignoring me! I'm so sorry I don't know a thing about being a witch or whatever the fuck this is! But people can start giving a shit and giving at least a one word answer! And if they don't i'll be giving this school some hell!" I exclaim throwing my hands in the air as I shot a glare at the kids in the doorway. "Now. You want this car? Sit" I say sternly, no doubt looking like a psychopath with my hair in my face and a crazy glint in my eyes. 

They comply almost instantly. Sitting and staring at me fearfully. 

"I'm Blaise Zabini" the boy says awkwardly after a minute of tense silence. "This is Pansy Parkinson" he says while gesturing to the girl who I yelled at. 

"Are you American?" she asks when my eyes meet hers. 

"Yeah, i'm from Minnesota" I say while straightening up my hair and slip on an oversized hoodie.

"Bloody hell!" we hear outside the car. It sounds like Ron. 

We, Pansy and I, sneak our heads to window to see what's going on. Seems Harry bought out a whole cart of candy. Least he could do is offer me a piece. Jeez. I'm his sister for crying out loud!

I sit back down and lean my head on the window and sliding my hood up. It ends up hiding me from being recognized. 

"Ugh i've had it with Potter, Weaslebee, and the mudblood all ready! Don't they know that other's want stuff from the trolly too?" I hear a familiar voice say. It sounds like hot boy from the book store. 

He slides in next to Pansy. 

"Not now Pansy" he says gruffly. "Who's that?" he asks finally realizing i'm here. 

"Not actually too sure. Was in the car and yelled at us. She's as scary as you Draco. I think she fell asleep. She looked really cheesed off when she saw Potter? Think they have a quarrel?" she asks.

"For one Parkinson. It's Malfoy not Draco. And I have no idea." Draco, Malfoy, says with a sigh. "Go find Greengrass or someone. And if you see Crabbe and Goyle tell them to get there fat arse's in here" he says before she leaves the compartment. "Think shes really asleep?" he asks Blaise. 

"If she wasn't she would have glanced up when you came in" he replies while waving his hand Infront of the hoodie. If he doesn't remove it i'm going to bite him.

"I met a girl" Draco blurts out. 

"Like one to shag or one to keep?" Blaise asks. What does shag mean? I'll just search it up later. 

"You know the answer to that. Shag" he says. "I don't even know her name! Only her last name!" he says with a gruff voice. 

"Well what's her last name?" he asks sounding skeptical, as if he would believe pigs would fly first. 

"I hate it. It's Potter" he says with a sigh. 

"You like Potter?" he asks while having a coughing fit. 

"God no! It's his twin!" he says. ME? No way. No way in hell. Nope, nope, nope. I wish. Wait what? No, bad Amely. "He has a twin, and a vey hot one too. Obviously" he says. 

"Don't let Pansy hear that" Blaise says with snicker. 

"I've made where me and Pansy stand. If she doesn't understand then it's her own damn fault." Draco hisses. 

Next thing I know i'm being thrown through the air as the train comes to a sudden stop. Lucky something broke my fall. Unluckily that  happened Draco's body. I could feel his hard lean muscles through his clothes. And in full honesty it turned me on. We meet eyes before the train starts back up and we're thrown back words. 

I hear a load CRACK as if wood hit wood really hard. Next thing I know I drift into a dreamless sleep.