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(soooooooo you know how in the info i mentioned that you were a person of color? well yeah so yeah anyways i hope you have brown hair because yeah.)
the train horn blew which meant it was time for you to head into the train, your dad was there this time, your mom had to do some work at the ministry

"by darling, i hope you have a good year!!" he said waving good bye, you waved back solemnly, you hated going back to school, waling up early, classes..all of it was, ugh.

your curly brown hair was in a lose high ponytail. you were wearing pair of skinny jeans with a leather belt, and a tie dye shirt tucked in your pants, it was lose of course, you walked into the train that had your friends from the two years prior together, but differently.

pansy was all cuddled up onto draco, he wasn't moving he seemed un phased, blaise was on the opposite side of the two, he seemed to be reading a book on some Morgan freeman guy who lived in the muggle world, the goons, Crabbe , and  Goyle sat on either side of Draco and pansy.

something inside of you got angry, no jealous that pansy was all up close to Draco.
why though?? it didn't matter. you ignored the  feeling and sat down next to Blaise, your hands brushing against each other, draco shifted away from pansy.

Daphne wasn't there yet.

"hello to you guys too." you said rudely, glaring at the others

"merlin don't through a tantrum, y/n" pansy said "like you did when i touched your hair last year?"
"you didn't ask for my permission, and you still touched my hair all year because it's 'exotic' even AFTER i told you not to!" you yelled at her, you didn't wanna have this fight again but she still had the audacity to do this.

"it's just-" she began but you quickly cut her off

"no, it's no different from your hair get it through your thick skull and your tiny brain that i don't like when you touch my hair!" you  yell as pansy goes dead silent. "yeah that's what i thought." you scoffed as you turned around to look out the window. the compartment was silent for a while, then pansy opened her mouth



"you're so sensitive." she mumbled under her breath
"why am i sensitive? because i don't want you to touch my hair? well sorry." you scoffed, walking out of the compartment

"y/n wait!" draco yelled running after you
"what, malfoy?" you said turning around

"i'm sorry.." he began "pansy's sorry too so is Blaise." he looked down at the floor
"actions speak louder than words, Malfoy." you turned back around as you started walking away, you were stopped by a tall floating creature, it was all dressed in black, but was a white skeleton, you knew exactly what it was "it's a....dementor" you said with a shaky voice you knew not to look at it so as much as it tried to you didn't look at it, Draco on the other hand, was frozen..which considering his life is weird.. he stood looking there his face completely frozen

so like any somewhat stable person you bolted but you couldn't leave your, "friend" there so you reluctantly came back and tugged him into a compartment with some first years, they seemed to have saw the scene outside, they also seemed terrified.

"okay, here's what we have to do." you said turning around to shut the compartment door and close the blinds. "nobody moves, speaks, or leaves this compartment, until the train stops and we get off at Hogwarts. got it?"

everyone looked at you as they understood, except for draco, of course. "what Malfoy??" you questioned

"well, i don't wanna stay here with these children for the hours that we're here." he groaned shifting in his seat
"well be my guest to go get killed." you said coldly, glaring at him. he then mumbled under his breath curses. "so if we're gonna be here for a while we should get to know each other.   i'm y/n grey, this is draco malfoy, and you are?"
the kids introduced themselves

a couple minutes later when the kids had fallen asleep, you were reading a book, and draco was staring out the window "malfoy.." you said looking up from your book to meet his eyes "i'm-" you sighed scooting closer to him "i'm sorry.."

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