𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | Draco Malfoy

𝐓 𝐖 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐘 𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑

She made her way to the cabin she and Danielle reserved for themselves by placing their things earlier than most students would. She was only entering the Slytherin part of the train as someone cleared their throat behind her.

"Bass," It was Theo. A part of her expected that the boy would do exactly what he was doing now—interrogating about the boy who probably chose to forget about her existence completely.

"Nott."

"So ... what's up?" He placed his hands in his pockets. "Is it over?"

Clementia chuckled. "It was nothing, to begin with."

Was it?

"Spur of the moment. Nothing big." She straightened her blouse.

Who knew small things would keep her awake every night?

"Really?" Theo asked seriously, doubt in his voice.

"Yes, really." She nodded. She made every single word that slipped off her tongue sound so easy, as if it didn't take her any time and energy thinking about it at all.  "Forget about it."

Turning around, she continued walking to their cabin. The Slytherins had always been quiet and reserved, so noise wasn't a problem on the train. Her heels clicked against the floor and she focused on the sound of it amidst the silence, before a familiar sound interrupted. Giggles. Pansy's Giggles.

On the cabin to her left, sat two people she had actually been waiting to see. Pansy was on his lap, his arms wrapped around her waist.

Normally, seeing him with anyone that wasn't her would commence a silent war, but the wink that Pansy sent her from across the window helped her hold it in.

She acted like she didn't see anything, striding across the train until she reached her and Danielle's cabin.

The sound of rolling wheels caught her attention before she could slide the door open, turning her head immediately as she realized what it was. The different pastries and candies looked so appetizing to her, so she immediately turned her heel towards the trolley—where the sound was coming from.

She was just beginning to ask the lady for a pack of chocolate frogs and some licorice wands when her nose caught a whiff of a certain corrupt smell. It wasn't exactly disgusting, and it was quite known to her since it was frequently served everywhere. However, her sense of smell seemed to be so sensitive that the scent crept all the way to her head and to her throat, and it was too overpowering to bear.

Clementia's hand flew to her mouth as a gag escaped her throat.

"Are you alright, dear?" The plump woman pushing the cart asked her in concern.

A few Slytherins had started peeking out of their cabins to buy something from the trolley.

"I'm fine," The evidence of her struggle could be heard through her palm. "It's just- they put too much spices on the pumpkin pasties, yeah?" She choked out, looking at the woman through glazed eyes.

She went closer to the tray of pumpkin pasties after hearing Clementia, her nose only a few inches from the pastry. "But they're the same as we've always made them, dear." She looked up at Clementia skeptically. "They're even freshly made."