Devil's Bite (Draco Malfoy Love Story)

da.
uh, my first fan fic. don't judge me >.>
so i really have no clue why i am doing this or what the plot will be. usually i plan this stuff out but with this one i have no phucking clue what the HELLL i'm doing.
always awkward.
yeah... so i don't think i'm really going along with the real story. like i said, i don't know.
IMMA JUST GO WIF DA FLO
feel free to, you know, comment or message me some ideas.
so comment, rate, fr, and favourite. and stuff.

-fee.

Chapter 2

Platform 9 and 3/4

by: dobby
ONE MONTH LATER
January

My hands were clamped to my trolley, holding it so hard that my knuckles turned white. All around me were happy families and Muggles waving goodbye to their children.
Who did I have? Two unwilling parents.
After the whole Durmstrang dilemma, me and my parents had been getting into many fights. Especially with the fact that I would hardly talk to them. It seemed immature, but I couldn't help it.
I was leaving my home forever.
We stopped in front of a brick column. Dad muttered, "She said to stop here..."
"Go on," cooed a mother to her child. She kissed the girls' cheek and said, "I cannot go with you, dear. I have work soon, but remember to send me letters!"
The child nodded and then gripped her trolley, running toward the column. I gasped at her stupidity, then realized that she was not dense at all.
She went straight through.
The mother smiled at my father as she left. "I suppose you go there, then." Mum said in her shock.
I shook my head slowly. "This school is already psychotic, I can tell."
Dad ruffled my black hair, I moved my head away from him in response of his "loving" gesture. He groaned and said, "We should be going, too."
"What?" I asked. "You're not even going to go through with me? Not even going to see me ride the train to hell?"
"The Finnigans would already be at the platform right now," Mum said, rolling her eyes. "You know what they look like."
"This is abuse." I mumbled.
Mum and Dad kissed my heads. "Goodbye, dear." Mum said.
"We're going to miss you," Dad added, but I doubted he meant it.
"Sure," I whispered, then took a breath and ran to the wall.
It was insane. Suddenly I did not see my waving parents anymore, but a split-second of blurs swooshing past me. Then, I was there. It was almost unexplainable. I had come out of a brick wall, and suddenly was in a whole crowd of people. More specific, a whole crowd of wizards, all kissing and hugging their children and waving goodbye as the kids mounted the train with their suitcases.
A voice stood out in the crowd, though. "Mum, is she here yet? I have to get a good compartment -"
I approached the family. Mrs and Mr Finnigan were facing Seamus, whose eyes landed on me. "Hey!" he called.
Mrs Finnigan turned around. "There you are, darling, we've been looking for you!"
"Sorry," I said, trying to smile.
"Follow Seamus, now," Mr Finnagin said. "It's a little hectic here, don't you think?"
"A little?" I said. "I can barely hear you over the commotion."
They laughed as the train's whistle blew. "Better get going then." Seamus said, turning to me. "C'mon,"
"We love you, Shay!" Mrs Finnagin said.
Mr Finnagin added, "Have a good rest of the year!" Seamus took one of my suitcases in his hands and waved his parents off. We and many others boarded the train.
"Don't you think you were being a little rough on your parents, Seamus?" I asked as we made our way through the train.
He shook his head. "Not at all. Been trying to get rid of 'em for so long. Only wanted to find a good compartment, but they made me wait for you." Eyeing me, he added, "Not that it's a bad thing."
I grinned as we walked through the train's corridors. Then someone's voice boomed over the others, "Seamus!"
We both turned to see a boy with dark skin and short, black hair popping his head out of a compartment and waving us over. "Come sit with us!" the boy offered. Seamus smiled and nodded at him, then we changed direction and pushed through the crowd of young wizards. "Who's that, Shay?" I asked.
"Dean Thomas," he said.
We got to the compartment, sliding the doors opened. Seamus playfully shoved me inside and slammed the door closed, sighing. "I forgot how busy the train was," he muttered.
I turned to the seats. Dean was sitting next to another boy with pasty skin and blondish-brown hair. His teeth were uneven and I could already tell he was a ditz. "Hello," I greeted.
"Hi," the ditzy boy said, while Dean nodded once at me with a smile. Seamus slid his my suitcases onto the shelf while I sat down across from the boys at the window seat. "I'm Dean," he said, reaching his hand out for me to shake. I took it, then looked at the ditz. Seamus sat next to me as he introduced, "Neville Longbottom."
"Nice to meet you," I said, leaving it at that. Dean and Neville looked at each other with confused expressions, then back at me. Dean stuttered, "Uh, w - what's your name?"
I shrugged. "Don't have one."
Seamus's eyes rolled and he opened his mouth to speak, but I clamped my hand over his mouth. "Yet."
"Yet?" Neville asked.
"Don't tell them my name," I warned Seamus. He licked my hand and I withdrew it, wiping it on his shirt. "I prefer to keep it secret."
"Why?" Dean asked. "We're going to find out at your sorting, anyway."
I shrugged. "You will know then, I suppose."
"She doesn't like her name." Seamus explained. "Claims she gets made fun of."
"Because I do." I snapped. "Don't know why my parents don't like normal names, but I can't choose."
Neville shrugged. "So? Didn't you hear my name? Neville Longbottom. I've been made fun of."
"Doesn't change a thing." I said.
Dean changed the subject. "Fine then. Where're you from, She-Who-Does-Not-Have-A-Name?"
"Originally from Canada," I explained. "But I just moved to London from Norway. I went to Durmstrang. I was one of the few girls admitted there."
"How?" Neville asked.
I shrugged. "My dad's got connections."
The train started, and I glanced out the window. The boys started to wave at their parents as I just watched, my lips pressed tight together. Some parents were even crying.
We went back to talking after. "So how do you know Seamus, She-Girl?" Dean asked.
"Our fathers knew each other at a young age," I explained. "Shay's parents are considered my aunt and uncle, though we're not related. Just close."
"I see," Dean said as Seamus nodded.
"So what house do you think you'll be sorted in, Person?" Neville asked.
"What?" I asked, then my memory recalled how Hogwarts worked. "Oh, right. I honestly couldn't tell you."
Dean explained, "We're all Gryffindors."
"As long as you stay out of Slytherin, I'm sure you'll be fine." Neville said.
"What's wrong with Slytherin?" I asked.
Dean and Neville laughed. Seamus defined, "Slytherin is for all things evil. It's got all the worst families; even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was one." Seamus rested his head on the compartment wall. "I dunno. Maybe you'll be one, lass. I heard Durmstrang was keen on dark magic."
"Maybe I will be," I said jokingly. "Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I have it in the bag for Ravenclaw."
"Do you know?" Seamus asked.
I nodded. "Probably study harder than all of you put together."
"Don't doubt it." Seamus said.
Dean said, "But whatever house you're in, remember to stay away from the following: Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Pug-Face Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Flint, Pucey..." I zoned out as he continued to list just about every Slytherin.
And somehow, I was comfortable.

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