Draco Malfoy sat with his head resting calmly against the velvety material of the platform 9 and ¾ trains' cushioning benches. The gentle thrumming of the train on its tracks was rocking the young millionaire to sleep, and with the skills he had developed over the past four years, he was even able to tune out Pansy's constant jabbering. He was going back to Hogwarts, the only place that, at the evident risk of sounding cliché, felt like home to the fifteen year old juvenile. At the thought of his REAL home, Draco's hand flew up to his newfound bruise, a gift from his father for sticking up for Potter. Stupid Potter, he never would know that Draco took countless bruising's on his behalf. Ungrateful asshole, Draco thought bitterly.
He heard the hiss of the compartment door sliding open, then shut, but didn't see any reason for cracking his eyelids. It was probably just his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, running out to get some food. He heard whispering and the occasional feminine giggle, but it was probably only a passerby, looking for an empty compartment. An 'umpht' filled the air and suddenly Draco felt a tremendous weight in his lap. Instinctively, he flew forward, eyes snapping awake. He immediately felt hands –tiny but powerful- fisting his muggle clothing. It took him only half a second to focus on the offending thing in his lap. Oceans of blue on a calm day stared at him. A girl, probably his age, sat on his lap, clinging to him as he held her parallel to the floor. Her ocean eyes, obstructed by strands of stick straight golden hair, gazed back at him with eyes begging to be well….not parallel to the ground.
Draco pulled back with such force that dragged the girl, who was still clinging to his shirt, up against his chest with an 'oomph!" Everyone paused, it was pin-drop silent. Blushing fiercely, the woman unlocked her grasp and stared at him. Her eyes piercing and ferocious, though not in an intimidating kind of way; her hair was a cloak of gorgeous blond, with streaks of deep blue coursing through it; Her face could have gone toe-to-toe with Aphrodite's, and won. To put things simply, the most beautiful women was sitting in his lap. She swallowed and, with an underlying tone of laughter, choked, "Sorry!"
A hand reached out and gently tugged the beauty away from him. The girl turned to look at the hand's owner before crawling out of his lap. He wanted to beg her not to go, but the words got lodged in his throat. "She's a bit clumsy." His eyes searched for the owner of the voice. It was the girl who pulled her off of him. She had mousy brown hair and kind yet stern eyes. She smiled apologetically while shaking her head. She appeared to be a bit taller than the girl who fell in his lap. They were both extremely tall, probably around 5'10. Laughter erupted beside them, Draco turned to look at the source. This girl was very petite, with hair that reminded him of his Aunt Bella's, though her eyes seemed kinder and full to the brim with life. She was, if possible, even more amazingly beautiful than the girl who stumbled into his lap and was now blushing scarlet.
Said girl smiled at him and whispered again, "Sorry."
Draco smiled and nodded, "it's fine, really."
Nodding, the girl waved and turned to head off into the next compartment, the mousy haired girl followed, but the smaller one proclaimed, "Look, I'm Kate!" before pretending to trip into the seat beside Draco. The blond (whom Draco presumed was Kate) turned and stuck her tongue out at her. The mousy haired one grabbed the petite girl's hair and led her out of the compartment, but not before Draco caught the smile on her lips. Waving, the little one disappeared behind the compartment door, laughter still hanging in the air.
"That was curious." Theodore dully noted. He never seemed shocked by anything. Draco faintly nodded as he stared at the door of which the girls escaped through. Among other things, the women had American accents, and Kate's piercing eyes seemed so familiar. Those girls are strange, Draco thought to himself before he leaned back and let sleep take him.