I ricocheted out of bed as the bell above my head began blaring. Cursing loudly and rubbing my ankle, I mutinously headed for the showers. Normally I would luxuriate in the shower for at least an hour, but as today was the start of the autumn term I had to cut my shower short in order to finish packing and make myself presentable before heading downstairs for breakfast.
Usually the dining table was laid with a pristine white cloth for breakfast with the matron sitting at the head of the table; but today there were instead two smaller tables each surrounded by a chattering swarm of girls. One table was heaped with sandwiches, bottles of water and chocolate frogs for the train, the other with a selection of cold pastries, fruit, tea and coffee. Mercifully I managed to grab a cup of tea and a croissant without getting too badly mauled by the swarm, and I hastily retreated back upstairs to finish packing.
I had just finished tracking down the last of my textbooks and cramming it into my trunk before a sudden *crack* rent the relative quietness of my room. Sprawled elegantly on my bed was my best friend and co-conspirator, Jessamine Dulchemara, her honey-coloured hair perfectly framing her face.
She pouted slightly as she gazed up at me, “Bella....”
“What is it Jess?” I laughed, “And save the puppy-dog eyes for Blaise.”
She threw a pillow at me, but with my lightning-fast Quidditch reflexes I quickly ninja-rolled out of the way, straight into my trunk. Ouch.
I stood up grumbling. I could tell Jess was trying not to laugh as I gave the trunk a vicious glare before turning to look at her again.
“Anyways, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“We may have a bit of a problem” Jess sighed as she grabbed my arm and dissapparated.
After an uncomfortable, lurching second I felt my feet regain contact with the floor. We were in Jess’ room, the walls covered with a collage of dresses, bags, models, shoes, all pouting and posing as if they were still in the magazines.
It was easy to spot the problem. On Jess bed stood her Hogwarts trunk. Overflowing it was a mountain of clothing in all colours of the rainbow, some Hogwarts robes, a diary, an ice cream maker, two different sets of slippers and a luxurious peacock quill.
How on earth were we to close that monster without magic? Resignedly Jess climbed back up on top of her trunk, and we got to work....
As we stood on the platform Jess kept running her fingers nervously through her long blonde hair, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Oh shut up!” she laughs,
“Hey, I didn’t say anything” I reply, she sticks her tongue out at me, her face scrunching up. “Really mature Jess, watch out, the wind might change and then you might actually have a chance of getting him!”
This makes her laugh, “I can’t help it” she moans “he’s just so gorgeous!”
“I know I am ladies, no need to tell me” came a familiar voice from behind me and we whirled around to find a tall blond boy there, along with a dark boy, both sporting identical teasing grins. Jess blushed furiously as she saw Blaise Zabini, and his best friend Draco Malfoy.
I rolled my eyes at Jess, “Who said we were talking about you Malfoy? Actually we were talking about…” I desperately scanned the platform in search of inspiration “Ron Weasley”
Malfoy widened his eyes disbelievingly, and Jess stifled a giggle, hastening to back me up.
“Oh yes” she trilled in an unusually high voice, desperately trying to keep from laughing “When he walks, he’s so graceful, so poised, I can’t help but watch!”
“Don’t forget his voice” I join in “it’s so soothing, it just makes me melt!”, in unison the four of us looked over at Weasley, who chose just that moment to trip over and start swearing at the top of his voice. This was too much for all of us, Blaise let out a roar of laughter, and soon all of us were doubled over in hysterics. Potter and the Weasel obviously realised that they were the cause of our laughter, and sent us death glares that just made us laugh harder than ever.
“Right” choked Draco minutes later “I think we had better go and find a compartment, ladies?” he turned and offered me his arm. Playing along, I smiled sweetly
“Thank you, kind sir”, just as I was about to take his arm Pansy Parkinson appeared out of nowhere and seized his arm
“Drakie! How have you been? Did you miss me? Are you all right? Your answers to my letters were very short….” She dragged him away still talking, Blaise doing impressions of her behind her back as he followed, whilst Jess and I tried and failed to keep straight faces. Draco cast a last look back before he was dragged onto the train, he rolled his eyes dramatically, and, with a final salute, disappeared from sight. With a wave, Blaise vanished after his friend.
Jess and I proceeded to haul our trunks onto the train.
“Stupid boys, couldn’t they have hung around just a little longer?” Jess panted as we heaved her trunk up the final stair and into the luggage compartment.
Once the luggage was stowed we set off down the train, eyes peeled for a free compartment or any sign of the boys. Eventually we managed to find a compartment near the back of the train, and I proceeded to tease Jess mercilessly about Blaise, until she said out of blue
“He has to put up with her you know. ‘Father’s Orders’ and all that”
I gave her a puzzled look, “Draco and Pansy, you idiot” she answered, “I really do feel for him, imagine if you were eventually mean to marry that Thing!”
“I would rather not” I answered quite seriously, “I know it’s different for you Jess, but personally I don’t really think about girls like that,” I smirked at her.
She punched my arm and rolled her eyes, “Neither do I and you know it”,
“Yep” I replied in a teasing voice “all I’ve heard all summer is how gorgeous Blaise is, so unless you are a very good actor”, I pretended to pear at her over half-moon spectacles and watched as she tried, and failed, to suppress a blush, “which obviously isn’t the case, then I know you are just as obsessed with boys as the majority of girls on this train”
“Not all boys” was the reply “just one boy, he’s just so...” and here Jess lapsed into silence, a dreamy look on her face. I was just about to hit her full in the face with a jet of water from my wand when the door was rudely wrenched open and Weaselette, also known as Ginny Weasley, stormed in.
“What the hell were you laughing at Harry and Ron for on the platform?” she demanded
Remembering the incident just made us smirk as we tried not to laugh, both at the memory and at the irate little girl in front of us.
“Now Ginny” said Jess in a patronising tone “I think you need to realise that neither Harry or Ron feel that way about you, that they are happy together, and I think that maybe you just need to accept it and move on”
By this time Harry, Ron and Hermione had also arrived, and the three of them stood glowering in the doorway behind Ginny. Hermione, the new Head Girl was just attempting to make Ron lower his wand when an unmistakeably Slytherin drawl came from behind them,
“Four on two, Potter? Well I suppose it’s all you can manage really. It’s just unfortunate for you that Blaise and I decided to come and even up the numbers a bit” Draco stopped, and turned to me and Jess “Not that I think you need any help with them, ladies, but we can’t let you have all the fun” He winked at us before he and Blaise smoothly pushed past the angry Gryffindors and settled themselves into the empty chairs either side of us. They looked up innocently as another familiar voice came from behind the Golden Trio Plus One.
“Well well well” Snape said silkily as his eyes took in first the Gryffindors raised wands, then the four of us, sitting relaxed with wands nowhere in sight. “Ah, Mister Malfoy, I wonder if you could tell me what exactly is going on here?”
“I’m afraid I can’t Professor” Snape smoothly raised an eyebrow, Draco quickly elaborated “Blaise and I only just got here. We walking down the corridor when we saw them” he indicated the Gryffindors “looking angry and raising their wands so, as Head Boy, I thought that I should come and see if there was any trouble.”
Snape inclined his head slightly towards me, “then, perhaps, Miss Elddir can enlighten us further..?”
“Well Professor, when Jessamine and I walked through the barrier we met Draco and Blaise, Blaise told us a joke and so we were laughing. Just now Miss Weasley stormed in here and demanded to know why we were laughing at her brother. It seems that Mr Weasley fell over just before we started laughing, and Jessamine was just explaining that we weren’t laughing at him at all.” We all gave him innocent looks.
Snape turned to the Gryffindors “Mr Weasley, I know you have disproportionately large feet, but don’t make other people suffer your presence because of them. Miss Weasley, I think you need to learn that the world doesn’t revolve around you and your sorry excuse for a family. I feel that a week’s worth of detentions with Mr Filch will help you realise your error. Twenty five points from Gryffindor, 10 because of Mr Weasley, 10 because of Miss Weasley and 5 because, Potter, glaring at a teacher is rude and unpardonable. You may leave.” Potter hadn’t in fact been glaring at Snape; he had been glaring at Draco and the rest of us who had been smirking at them behind Snape’s back, but none of us were going to point this out. Once the Gryffindors had left the compartment Snape turned back to us “Enjoy the rest of the journey, and” he hesitated a moment in the doorway “please tell me that you all had your wands to hand?” We all revealed our wands. Draco’s and mine slid out of our sleeves and into our palms, Blaise removed his arms from behind his head, his want held casually in one hand. With a quick non-verbal spell, the liquorice wand that Jess had been sucking returned to normal. “Good” smirked Snape and, turning on his heel, he left.