The carriage rolled to a stop at the train station's entrance, and the dark, deserted platform sent a chill down Ginny's spine. "Draco," she whispered. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Non-sense," Draco stated as he swung the carriage door open and jumped out. "You're just overwhelmed at the thought of riding all the way to London by yourself."
Ginny's eyes widened and an audible gulp was heard. "Alone?" She hissed, pushing her way out of the carriage with her bag. "I have to ride all the way to London with not even a spare personality for company?"
"Why do you persist in always making me repeat myself?" Draco questioned as the carriage departed. "You aren't a little witchling any more. I'm sure you are more the capable of making the trip on your own. Now hurry up love, its one minute till, and the train waits for no one." Holding out his hand for hers Draco instead received a valise pushed into his chest.
"Pompus wanker," Ginny grumbled, pushing through the outer doors and onto the platform.
"You forgot unbelievably handsome, charming, rich, and the list goes on and on." Draco smirked, tossing her bag through the box car door. The windows were so dark, only one other window illuminated besides the conductors. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. "Ginny," He began when the whistle blew and the smoke stacks erupted.
Kissing Draco quickly on the cheek, Ginny nimbly jumped on to the train as it began to inch forward. "Wait!" Draco barked as he began to walk with the train. "Get off the train."
"Draco," Ginny sighed as she rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine. You were right this will be a piece of cake."
"No, Ginny, I'm serious," the train was picking up speed and Draco broke into a jog to keep up with it. "Something isn't right, get off this instant. We'll get Dumbledore to Portkey you home."
"Don't be silly Malfoy, I'll be fine," Ginny blew Draco one last kiss before the fog surrounding Hogsmeade swallowed her and the Hogwart's Express vanished.
Exiting the building, Draco still had the uncanny feeling of something being 'not right'. Shrugging his shoulders as if he could push it away, he tightened his cloak against the night time chill and made his way to the Gentlemen's Club.
Upon entering the establishment, Draco was greeted by no less then a dozen balding men. Even the bartender had grey hair that was receding in the front. "Just great," he mumbled under his breath. Following the outer wall, Draco made his way toward the bar.
A/N: Ok, I wanted to make it longer, but I also wanted to get another chapter up tonight since its been such a long time since I've posted!! Have a lovely evening!