The Last Year

Chapter 2

"Em", father groaned, trying to nudge off the crowd of people surrounding us at the train platform. King's Cross Station was huge, and loud due to the screaming of the trains breaks. We were franticly trying to make it on time to our train, due to dad oversleeping due to his massive jet lag. If there was one thing I wish magic could fix, It would be this jet lag. "Hurry, catch up", he exclaimed over the loud chatter amoungst hundreds of people. 

We struggled racing towards our platform, and then I realized that we didn't even properly look at our tickets. Which platform were we on? I stop momentarily and slip the tickets out of my purse.

"Em what are you doing were gonna be late", dad yelled, running away from me. I glanced at the ticket to find it says platform 9 3/4. I look up and see platform 10. We passed it. But after a short walk I realize there is no platform 9 3/4. What the fuck? I then see a girl about 14 years old, suddenly walk into a wall and vanish. OOOOHHHHH. I quickly round up dad and Lucas and shove them through the wall the girl had just walked through, causing us to stumble into a bunch of kids. They looked at us confused, and walked off before I could tell them I was sorry.

After we sorted out where we were supposed to go, father and Lucas ditched me, leaving me to find my own seat on the train. I found an empty carriage, and placed my bag above me. I then sat down in the chair, finally able to be by myself. I laid my head against the train wall, feeling every vibration in my skull. I finally felt like I was able to breath. Ever since we got here I've had this overwhelming feeling that something big was going to happen to me, and I couldn't shake it off no matter how hard I tried. A sudden thud caused me to jump, startled out of my brief moment of alone time.

"Mind if I join", I look up to find the same man I encountered at the cafe just yesterday, towering infront of me, dressed more casual than I had previously seen him. He was wearing a black cable knife sweater, with a white button up underneath, black pants and a pair of black leather boots. He dressed well, meaning he came from money.

"Go ahead", I muttered, unsure of how to approach him. He clumsily made his way to the seat across from me, obviously too big for the small amount of space. As he settled into his chair, I couldn't help but notice the dark circles around his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept in months.

"You're new", he mumbled, and pushed the long blonde hair out of his eyebrows. I nodded, biting my cheek, and staring down at my thumbs. I've never been approached so bluntly. I was more on the shy side. My only 2 friends I met in kindergarten, due to our shared gifts, and had a hard time meeting new people. My mother said I got it from my father, who was goofy and awkward. He too shared the inability to talk normally to people.

"You're also quiet", he spoke, making me smile. I shook my head giggling, knowing I've heard that a million times before.

"Yeah I don't speak much," he smiled at the sound of my voice, watching my eyes life their gaze off my hands. I started to become embarrassed, feeling my cheeks go hot once I realized he was staring at me. "Do you stare at everyone like this", I asked, feeling his gaze drop from me, towards the window. 

"No, cause not everyone's as pretty as you", my eyes went wide, taken back by his boldness. He sat there, smirking at me, not breaking eye contact. Who the hell is this guy? Its not like I don't like the attention he's giving to me, but why? What did I do?

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I blurted out before my brain could even process what I just said. Oh my god why did I just do that? "Not that your ugly or anything, because you're actually the opposite", Emily WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING,"I was just wondering like don't you have friends". The word vomit was coming out before I could even think. Why was I like this? I watched his face fall and his smile fade. I said something stupid didn't I. "I don't mean to offend you, I ju-."

"No it's okay", he muttered, now lacking the enthusiasm he held just a few moments ago," I don't really have any friends." 

'Oh...' I thought, surprised by his honesty after knowing me for about 5 minuets. 

"What did a guy like you have to do to end up with no friends", I joked making him laugh, but it was followed by a deep sigh.

"Bad things I guess", he spoke softly, reaching for his left arm, and using his thumb to trace circles under his sleeves. I had this gut feeling that he was just misunderstood. He seemed genuine, and I felt weirdly drawn to him.

"Well then I guess a guy who's done bad thing's can still make friends", I spoke kindly, reaching across and lightly touching his arm. He looked at my hand, and them at my face and there was a glimmer in his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. The train began to move, jolting us into the reality that we were still on this train.

"Draco", he said.

"Emily."

"What a beautiful name Emily."

"Do you know what house you're in?", he asks, his eyes burning a hole into mine. The strands of his hair were so white, it looked almost translucent in front of his eyes. There was something about the way he lazily slouched in the chair, or how sharp the contrast was between his pale fingers and the pitch black sweater. He was honestly one of the most beautiful people I had ever laid eyes on. 

"House?" I questioned, drawing out the word to indicate I had no idea what he was talking about. The carriage shook due to the rattling of the train. He looked at me confused, but then became suddenly extremely nervous when something outside of the carriage caught his attention. "You alright Draco," he got extremely quiet. There was a darkness in the way he immediately began to disassociate himself from me. I sat up in my chair, and in doing so caused him to suddenly stand. He walked towards the sliding door and was getting ready to take off, but stopped and turned around.

"Em I wan't you to know there's always another side to the story", he mumbled, barley audible to anyone more than 3 feet away. He shut the door, taking off down the aisle, leaving me alone in confusion. What the actual fuck?