Damien and Trinity

"Hurry up, Elias!" Tommy Weasley shouted at his cousin. "If you take any longer in there we'll be at school before we get to scare Natalie!"

Elias came out of the cubicle he'd previously been occupying, zipping up the fly on his charcoal-colored pants as he did so. "Relax; it'll be another two and a half hours before we reach Hogwarts."

Tommy took a seat on a sink as Elias walked over and washed his hands. "How are we going to scare her anyway? Eric's, like, guarding her compartment." Tommy hated his older brother, a prefect hopeful and almost carbon replica of his Uncle Percy.

Elias, instead of drying his hands, ran his fingers through his striking Weasley red hair, spiking it up with the left over water. "We lore Eric and Natalie away, and sabotage the compartment. When they get back, we're not there and our traps will scare the bullocks out of the both of them."

Tommy let out a hearty laugh. "That's great." He hit Elias's shoulder. "Let's go, man."

A few minutes had passed and Damien and Trinity were still in the same position. Damien was lying on his back on the seat and Trinity was snuggled into his chest. And the silence was bloody deafening.

"Uh, Trinity?" Damien asked carefully.

"Yeah?" Trinity had an almost annoyed edge on her voice.

"While we're on the topic of parents..." he fought to keep his voice steady as Trinity rested her forehead on his. "What do your p-parents think of me-mine...?"

She paused for a second. "Who cares?" and she let her lips brush across Damien's.

Damien's cerebrum seemed to have fused. This wasn't happening. It wasn't. But it WAS. Before he could receive the message to kiss her back, Trinity removed her mouth from his lips.

She sat up with a look on her face as though she was awaiting appraisal. Damien opened his mouth slightly. He truly was at a loss for words, so he settled with yanking her back down and re-sampling the experience for confirmation.

"And how, pray tell, do you KNOW there is a riot of third years in the first compartment?" Eric asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Tommy looked at Elias for an answer. "Robbie Jones asked if we wanted to go join in, but we decided to tell you instead," he supplied.

Eric puffed out his chest in effort to look as important as possible. "Well, as much as I hate to say it, you two have done the right thing. I'm proud." He straightened his scarlet and gold striped tie and strutted off down the hallway. Without Natalie.

Tommy quickly pointed this out to Elias, who shouted down the hall, "We'll just stay here with Nat, then, okay?"

Eric stopped strutting and turned sharply around. "No, actually I think I should take her with me. Even if you make ONE good choice, you still can't be trusted. Go back to you compartment." He took Natalie's hand and continued on to compartment one.

Tommy adopted a high pitched voice. "Even if you make one good choice, you still can't be trusted..." he dropped it. "Pompous loser..."

"Yeah," Elias answered, grabbing a box of hand-me-down Zonkos products. "And just wait until he finds no fight and a bugged compartment. Come on, help me with this..." Tommy rushed over to give his cousin a hand.

Completely at unawares when it came to the compromising situation their siblings were in inside the adjacent compartment, Hunter Potter and Ariana Malfoy were having a spot of a row.

"All you ever do is play mean jokes on me!" Ariana yelled at Hunter and his best mate, Tate Finch-Fletchley. "YOU BIG JERKS!"

Hunter, Tate, and the other four Gryffindor third year boys were constantly playing cruel and unusual jokes on the Slytherin girls of the year. If you were Ariana or any of her friends, you watched out for Hunter Potter, Tate Finch-Fletchley, Killian Finnigan, Ben Donovan, Joshua "Judgment Joss" Bell-Richards, and Jake Lesnie.

While Ariana had been at the witch's cart buying food, Joss and Ben had poured ketchup on her Standard Book of Spells. You had to face it, page three hundred and twenty-six would never be the same.

"Look, Ariana, I didn't even do it this time! It was Joss, I swear! He's the ketchup specialist!"

"Why can't you be more like your brother?" Ariana shrieked. "Damien's nice, why aren't you?" That struck a nerve with Hunter. Why WAS Damien so buggering nice to MALFOYS?