Pureblood, Halfbreed

Chapter 3.

Draco stormed down platform 9 ¾ leaving his strolling half-sister Lucille behind. His trunks drifted swiftly after him, sending a slow first year reeling. Strong coffee was the only thing keeping him going, having been unable to sleep as soon as he was back in the same country as her. Reaching the front carriage Draco jumped aboard and stalked down the carriage scanning from side to side to find his minions. He found Crabbe and Goyle thumb-wrestling in a compartment halfway down and he tossed open the door.

They looked up cowling and the expressions of greeting that broke over their faces like slow dawns nearly made Draco scream with frustration.

"Hey Draco!"

"Good to see you!"

Draco slammed the compartment door and leaned against it staring at them. The smiles faltered on their faces as they took in the look on his face. Draco spoke quickly and quietly.

"Listen to me and listen carefully. My sister will be joining us shortly. Look at her wrong and I will kill you. Speak without courtesy to her and I will kill you. Leer, ogle, or in any way lust after her and I will kill you. In fact, interacting or even thinking about my sister is almost sure to be hazardous to your health so just don't. Got that?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"My sister. Do not even look at her."

"You have a sister?"

"Is she cute?"

Even Goyle seemed to figure out Crabbes mistake as Draco went white with fury and his eyelid twitched. Crabbe looked baffled, then his face fell and he waved his hands at the advancing Draco.

"No..No! Sorry Draco, don't even look at her. Got it!"

Draco put his wand back in his pocket and threw open the door to let his luggage in, tossing a venomous look back over his shoulder as he left.

"You better remember it!"

His trunks nosed in the door and stowed themselves on the racks. He strode back down the corridor, fellow pupils pressing against the wall to clear the way for him. He reached the carriage door and leaned out to find Lucille. To his despair and complete lack of surprise, she was standing in a circle of admirers, some of whom were struggling for the privilege of carrying her heavy luggage. Draco struggled with the urge to just leave her to them and enjoy a quiet journey to Hogwarts, the last peace he foresaw in a miserable year, but his mother's words goaded him into action. Family honour, invested in that half-breed. He scowled and shouted down the platform.

"Lucille! Come along, I have our compartment!"

A dozen heads turned and several jaws dropped as Lucille sprang off the trunk she had been sitting on, waved and started making her way through the crush of students and families. Draco noted the way her robes clung, and her hair shone and her hips moved, and many other things a brother had no right noticing about a sister. A sinking ache in the pit of his stomach counterbalanced a rushing sensation in his chest, just like every time he saw her. He knew as soon as she was close enough that he could smell her, stringing any sort of rational thought together would be a challenge. He took some small comfort in the open jealousy on some of her admirers' faces.

She sprang up the steps to the carriage, squeezing past him into the corridor, her heady perfume filling his mind. He shook his head and hurried after her, a path his furious face had cleared earlier now cleared by her stunning beauty. She stopped at their compartment and looked back at him, then entered on his nod. Draco prayed the duo would not do anything irreparably stupid in the moments before he got there, and was pleased to find they were both sitting gaping in shock. Draco slammed the door to the compartment, and then pulled the curtains.

Lucille had settled into the window seat opposite Goyle, tucking her feet up under her. She adjusted how her robes hung and sighed.

"Gosh, these robes are so heavy, I'm used to wearing much less than this."

Draco eyelid twitched as he stared at Crabbe and Goyle, hand poised to draw and hex them. Goyle smirked but Crabbe elbowed him hard in the ribs and nodded his head at Draco in what he thought was a discreet manner. Goyle coughed loudly and pulled out a comic book. Crabbe stared at his shoes. Draco sat down in his seat beside Lucille, placing his wand across his lap. Lucille, oblivious to all this, started talking, her long whiskers waving as she spoke.

"It's going to be so interesting to see Hogwarts! Of couse, I won't expect it to be up to the standards of the tutoring my mother gave me when she taught me the ancient wisdom of the cat-people, of which I, Lucille Marianna Suzanna Malfoy am the last, but it will be good to experience the human way of doing things. I expect I will be able to teach the professors new things, especially since..."

Draco tuned her out. His left hand worked the ring he had purloined from his fathers study around, twisting it on his finger. The trance charm within it helped him focus on reciting his family ancestry in his head, first the Malfoys, and then the Blacks, back ten generations, then again, and again. As his sister prattled on, he worked desperately to master the powerful desires he felt for her, forcing himself to deny that with her scent and her purring sultry voice and her drowning-pool eyes she was seducing him, effortlessly and irresistibly. She was his sister. His mantra broke down to a repetition of the only familial relationship important to him right now.

"Lucille Malfoy, sister of Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, father of Lucille Malfoy, sister of Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, father of..."