Stacy had learned that Christina, Crabbe, and Goyle’s fathers had all been taken away as well. They too were very resentful. Stacy’s hands clenched into fists every time she saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the people who made her father get caught. Crabbe and Goyle were on the verge of kicking one of their asses and had to be restrained almost every time they saw one of them.
The train ride on the way home seemed rather long. Stacy, Christina, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle all shared a compartment. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle wanted nothing more than to go jump Harry and beat the living daylights out of him, but Stacy stopped them.
“Wait for the opportune moment. And believe me, this isn’t it. This place is crawling with all of Harry’s fans. You could be hexed by anyone.” Draco had no choice but to listen to Stacy. She was right. Their plan would’ve backfired if they had attempted it. To take his mind off of it, Stacy invited Draco to come and visit her for a week or two during the summer holidays. He agreed and said that he would write to her.
As the train came to a final stop, the students began to file out of the train. Everyone began to say goodbye to all of their friends. The moment Stacy had been dreading finally came; she had to say goodbye to Draco. The two embraced and he gave her a long, passionate kiss.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too.” They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, not wanting to let go. Almost everyone had crossed through the barrier and only a few people, along with Stacy and Draco, were left. They finally had to go. They bid each other one last goodbye. “Don’t forget to write!” Stacy said.
“I promise I won’t!” Draco called back. Stacy then made her way over to her mother who was waiting for her. The two greeted each other and headed for the exit of the train station.
As Stacy walked out, she saw Harry Potter pass by in a car. She watched him for a moment. Why did he always have to be a hero? Couldn’t he have just stayed at school? Then maybe none of this wouldn’t have happened and she wouldn’t have become so bitter. However, it did happen and she had become bitter. But was this the end of her identity search or the beginning? Maybe over the summer, she would understand this further. After all, she was still young and had much more to learn.

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