Daphne cleared her throat, "So what's the plan for retrieving the" she paused and lowered her voice to a whisper, "Sorcerer's Stone?"
                          
Hadrian stiffened and glanced out the window. When he turned his gaze back to the compartment, he noticed all pairs of eyes were on him. He sighed, "I suppose I'll have to look around for any additional information before we proceed."
                          
Blaise nodded crisply, and for once his face was serious. The final say closed any room for further discussions, and it was clear they would put aside this topic. At least until the end of the holidays. They all knew how much Hadrian enjoyed the holidays.
                          
"So, Hadrian where are you going for the holidays?" Neville asked. "Surely you won't be going back to that orphanage."
                          
Hadrian briefly glanced at Neville, and something told him that the boy already knew that there would be no orphanage for him during the holidays. Neville may not have been a Seer, but he somehow saw straight through all the lies and carefully placed layers of a person.
                          
"I'll be spending the holidays at Malfoy Manor, of course. Just as I have been doing for the past eight years." Hadrian lied confidently. He felt relieved when he saw the shimmer of suspicion in Neville's eyes fade.
                          
"You're welcome to join us for a couple days. Blaise will be coming too." Draco added. The underlying scathing tone in his voice made it clear that the same offer did not apply to Hermione.
                          
"I'd have to ask my Gran. But probably yes." Neville sneered, "Merlin, that woman doesn't even know where her own dentures are. I doubt she would notice if her grandson suddenly went missing."
                          
Blaise clapped him on the back, "That's the spirit!"
                          
Daphne leaned her head against the window and her sharp eyes narrowed on the train station in the distance. She sat up excitedly, "Hey, look!"
                          
"We're almost there!" She and Destiny exclaimed in unison. They looked at each other and started to giggle. "Two minutes." Destiny said in a matter-of-fact tone.
                          
"Here's a galleon, Mudblood." Draco smirked, tossing the shiny gold into her lap. "Get that bush fixed during the holidays, it's so hideous it's hurting my eyes." He paused and leaned in closer toward her, "And listen, if you have extra, go ahead and keep it. It's enough to buy your entire house."
                          
Daphne was about to scold Draco on his derogatory remarks, but Hermione beat her to it. She glared at Draco for a split second, before whipping out her wand. It was aimed at Draco's head, and before anyone could even register what was happening, a bright jet of pink light shot out from her wand.
                          
Draco's eyes widened and he was engulfed in a cloud of pink. He coughed as the pink cleared away, and he stared at the people in the compartment. He could feel the train slowly rolling to a stop, and he heard the hustle and bustle of the rush to get off the train.
                          
"What?" He asked, looking at their shocked faces.
                          
The compartment burst into laughter and everyone pointed at Draco's now very pink hair. Blaise patted Hermione on the back , congratulating her on her handy spell work. Draco's face quickly turned almost as pink as his hair, and he tried frantically to hide his bright pink hair.
                          
"My perfect hair!" He mumbled sadly, desperately clutching his once platinum locks.
                          
Hermione got up from her comfortable spot and grabbed her trunk with ease. She waved a short goodbye to the compartment and slid open the compartment door, still laughing. But before she left, she turned around and tossed the gold galleon at Draco's face. Unfortunately, he caught it just in time.
                          
Hermione gave Draco a sickly sweet smile, "Here's a galleon, prat. Get that awfully pink hair
                          
fixed during the holidays. It's so bright that it's hurting my eyes. And listen, if you have extra, be sure to keep it. I heard a new personality costs an arm and a leg."