Upon his slamming of the door which had caused the boy to almost jump out of his own skin, he set a foot onto the first marble step, he took a mouthful of air and as his breath hitched he realised there was no turning back. He set one foot in front of the other until he reached the gate to the manor. “No going back.” He said angrily, his silver eyes reflected a look of pure venom as he spat on the lawn behind the iron gate. His finger subconciously pressed the golden button which controlled the gate. The entry slowly but surely opening, awaiting his departure.

Draco lugged his suitcase out onto the kurb, after securing the luggage, he promptly stuck out his right arm in the direction of the silent street. In less than two seconds, a lofty purple bus came rumbling down the street. Once parked, its door opened invitingly for him, beckoning him to step in. Draco stepped up only one step before a squat retired man greeted him. “Tha’ll be 13 Galleons please.” Draco’s eyes widened the tiniest bit whilst he wondered where the man had come from, it had certainly appeared as if there were no one on the bus. He reached into the suit case, pulled out said gold coins and handed them to this man. “Where to Mister Malfoy.” Draco’s eyes in turn widened again as he thought, how did he know my name? actually now that he realised, it was the Malfoy manor. He rode it off and replied “Diagon Alley.”

He looked down the bus wondering why it was laiden with beds and as his eyes meandered down to the very last bed he looked back up at the man… only… there was no man. “Very mysterious… he didn’t even tell me his name.” he muttered under his breath, deciding to let it go. He went to lug his suitcase to the last bed, which he had decided looked very cosy, and he became conscious of his bag bearing no presence beside him, that odd man had taken it. The thundering rumble of the engine started up, and at that moment he regretted not hastily sitting. As the bus took launch Draco found himself on the floor, hands and legs up in the air like a dead cockroach, sliding to the other end of the bus, only did he realise he was all the way at the other end of said bus when his bottom half his the wall with a soft thud.

The bus had paused at some traffic lights and Draco seized the opportunity to swiftly progress to the bed which he had eyed so needily before. No sooner had he reached the bed and clung onto one of the poles attatched to the end, than the bus fired up, launching itself into the depths of london.

The rest of the ride was a more peaceful one, the platinum haired boy had actually adapted to his speeding surroundings and no sooner learnt to fall asleep. As the tired boy slept, a strange squat retired old man stood above him, stroking his hair, a gesture that the teen would never know, as the old man hobbled back towards the front of the quiet bus. Awoken by the sudden halt of the bus, Draco fell out of the bed. “Are we there already?” he wondered aloud to no one in particular. Standing, he made his way to the front of the bus, the man he had seen earlier appeared, departing his control wing. “This is your stop Mister Malfoy.” Stated the odd man. Draco thanked him and hauled his luggage off the bus. No sooner had he stepped onto the pavement than the bus had thundered up and launched itself into the night. Strange man, thought Draco. He felt something wet nudging his hand, and when he looked down there was a black labrador nuzzling the palm of his hand. He noted it had no colar. “You must be a stray.” He said to the dog. At this, the puppy sat down and wagged her tail, looking up at Draco through her huge brown eyes. “Well aren’t you cute.” He muttered more to himself than the dog. He lifted her back leg. “hmm, you’re a girl then huh?” The dog continued to wag it’s tail. “Hmm… nice meeting you then.” He whispered and turned to walk away, he had barely taken three paces before he felt that familiar wet nose on the palm of his hand. The sides of his mouth curved into a smirk. “What do you want then?” He asked. The dog nuzzled his legs. “Oh alright then.” He rolled his eyes, hardly beleiving he was giving in to a dog. “I suppose you’ll need a name then,” He paused for a second thinking, and then slowly he said, “I’ll call you… dog… that way, if you die, I wont be too attatched,” He shrugged, the familiar smirk taking place on his features before he said. “Come on then Dog.” © Stephii the Vampire Queen (killed the king you see) (A/N)- double the paragraph... dont u get a treat? XD ahaha