Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover ❯ Draco Malfoy ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9

I had sat on my own (ok, I was surrounded by Ravenclaws, happy?) for most of the trip to school.

The bright fools surrounding me had been trying to guess why I would voluntarily stay in their midst and where on earth could my ever present bodyguards be?

I pretended I couldn't hear them, which suited them just fine. As if what they had to say mattered.

The truth is: Slytherin's Ice Prince is no more.

Why?

Good question. And here's your answer: because he opened his big mouth.

It started easily enough: dinner at the Malfoy manor, a couple of intimate family friends in attendance (the Parkinsons, Zabinis, Crabbes, Goyles, etc.). As I said, innocent enough.

That is, until your dearest, darlinest (please note the sarcasm) father tells you that tonight you have to get the tackiest tattoo in history (at least in the magical world's history).

Now that is when everything went to hell.

You see, I'm a loud-mouthed show-off. I admit it. Ok, so up to a point I do share Voldi's beliefs about the supremacy of the Purebloods. Except when it comes to killing the muggleborns. Don't get me wrong, I despise muggles, but I don't believe they all should die.

If there is a thing I am, it's a realist. If wizards hadn't married muggles, they would probably be extinct.

Anyway, let's just say that I was less than pleased about my father's great news.

It probably showed on my face, because I could see horror dawning on my mother's expression. Horror, and maybe even a bit of hope.

My father, though, was not pleased. He raged, screamed and threatened, but my decision was made a long time ago.

The "friends" left a quickly as they could, not wanting to witness my murder, I guess.

The minute they were all gone, though, my mother threw herself to her knees before my father and begged him for my life. She got her wish, at a price.

So now I'm Draco Williams, son of Narcisa Williams, member of a common, if pure blooded, family.

Now, that's why the bodyguards will never be back and why I sat in that awful, Ravenclaw-infested compartment, hoping against hope for a trouble-free ride and a trouble free year.

That's why I can say that the train stopping before time and the lights going out were not things on my "to happen" list.

The Ravenclaws immediately panicked. Lack of facts, proved ones, does not make for happy Ravenclaws.

A soft voice from the compartment next to ours gave me pause.

-"Lumos."

Granger! Oh, fuck. Just the last thing I needed: to be on curse distance of the Boy-Who-Lived.

-"What is it?"

Bloody hell!! Weasley!! Definitely not my day!!

-"Deatheaters."

Ok, that was probably the last thing any of us needed.

-"Deatheaters? What the hell are those?"

The holy triumvirate and some newbies, at least two from what I could hear. Things were about to get nasty.

Screams came from the front of the train, drowning Granger's hurried explanation. I readied my wand and prepared to unleash every single curse I had ever heard of. The unforgivables even, if necessary.

The door's opening took me by surprise. Standing at the threshold was a boy with slick, dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. He was of obvious oriental descent, and was carrying a rather bad-ass looking katana. He was quickly identified as one of the newbies, as I had never seen him before, but seemed quiet capable of taking care of himself. I trusted him implicitly.

-"Get up and move into the other compartment. Now!!"

I complied, the Ravenclaws froze.

-"I said now!!"

That and a rather nasty glare got them moving.

At the other compartment, we found the dream team and three other new boys: a blonde with aqua-colored eyes, a green-eyed boy with weird bangs hanging over one eye, and a kid with the brightest violet eyes I had ever seen, along with an at least three foot long, chestnut-colored braid.

They all had the same air as the other guy: capable and battle weary. For a second I wondered if all the colonial students would be like that.

-"What now, Q-man?"

-"I'm not sure. These are magical opponents, Duo. We don't know enough magic to face them effectively."

-"We need help."

Everyone turned towards me. I rolled my eyes.

-"Potter, that feathered thing behind you is your owl. It's purpose is to carry letters. Does this ring a bell? Or should I spell it out for you?"

A particularly loud and close shriek made us all wince.

Granger immediately moved towards her trunk in search of parchment.

Screams in the corridor had the rest of us tense and prepared for the worst. We all took defensive positions near the door and window as Miss-Know-It-All let the owl go.

The only thing left to do was wait.