➵ Choice ➵ {DM and HP)

➵ Chapter 2 ➵

Pity. That's the first emotion that would come to anyone's mind if they knew my 'situation'. That's why no one does and no one will know about my 'situation.' 

Pity is the last thing I want. 

My eyes fall on a uniformed man who's taking luggage and I hand him my trunk. I grab my small bookbag and Goose's basket and hear him let out a low growl. I open the lid of the basket, and his bright eyes stare up at me fearfully. He hates crowd just as much as I do. 

"Its ok Goosey, we'll be out of the crowds soon." I coo quietly, hating to use my cat voice in public, but knowing that will be the only way to calm him down. 

I walk over to the nearest entrance and jump on the train, relieved to finally be off the crowded platform. 

My relief instantly fades when I see that the small train corridor is equally as crowded as the platform. Students roam everywhere, hugging each other and smiling wide. I press myself against the left side, sliding past groups of students chattering away and I look into each compartment I pass, trying to find a deserted one. I go through multiple cars, still not finding anything but crowded compartments. I reach the end of the car I'm searching and as I reach for the door to the next one, I feel a presence behind me.

"Oh look its Miss Beauxbatons."

I hear his voice and recognize him before I turn around. 

"Hello Malfoy." I say, turning and seeing him leaning against the corridor wall, his piercing blue eyes surveying me. 

The uneasiness that had coiled in my belly during our previous encounter has been overrun by interest. I suddenly want to know more about this platinum boy.

"Why is it that I still don't know your name?" He asks, cocking his head slightly. 

I lean against the door behind me and look at the ground, pretending to think.

"I don't feel like you need my name."

He raises an eyebrow, "But if I'm going to speak with you more often, I think I'll need your name."

I meet his deep sea eyes and say, "Who says we'll be speaking more often?"

"I do. Speaking of speaking, you look a little lost, you could come sit with my friends and I, maybe I can coax a name out of you during the train ride." His eyes flit quickly, so quickly I almost miss it, down to my lips and I feel blush rise to my cheeks. 

If I'm being honest, sitting with him and his friends, which I'm sure he has many, sounds like hell. Too many questions, too many stares. 

I push off from the door, standing and say, "I think I'm good for now Malfoy, you're going to have to work a little harder to get my name."

"Is that a challenge?" He asks, a smirk playing across his lips. 

I shrug slightly, "Maybe."

With those words, I pull open the door behind me and walk into the other car. As I retreat down the corridor, I can feel his gaze burning my skin. I smile to myself.

Now that he's faced with a challenge, I'll definitely be seeing more of the platinum boy. 

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Fifteen minutes later,  I'm sitting in a blissfully empty compartment, Hogwarts a History open on my lap. I'm reading a section on the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall when I hear the compartment door slide open. A girl with big bushy hair peaks her head in and her coffee eyes land on me.