Chapter 1
Harry boarded the train very depressed. He hadn't wanted to return. Not after Dumbldore's death, and not after the things he had learnt over the summer. But after Bill's wedding, Mrs. Weasley had cornered him, and had made him promise to return to Hogwarts in September. And because he cared so much for the older woman, and because she was like the mother he never had; he promised her he'd return to Hogwarts in the fall.
Now as he searched for an empty compartment, having just fought with Ron and Hermione about their constant snogging. In truth Harry really didn't mind, he just wanted to be alone. The two hadn't let him be alone all summer, and he thought that soon he might loose his mind.
Finally he came to what appeared to be an empty compartment. Not noticing the other trunk in the rack. Harry threw his trunk up into the rack, and plopped down in the nearest seat to him. Moments later he felt the train start to make its way out of platform 9 ¾, and shortly after the train began moving he herd the compartment door slide open, to reveal a crying Draco Malfoy.
Harry was at first angered to see the blond, but that anger quickly turned to shock with a mixture of sympathy as he saw the tears in the blonds eyes.
Draco looked terrified at the sight of crying in front of the raven haired boy. Quickly trying to stop the flood of tears, he spat out "where's the rest of the golden trio?" still trying hard to stop the tears, he add "things not so glamorous in paradise?"
Harry thought of a million things to say to the blond, but the only one that came out was "why are you here?"
"I would think even a half wit such as your self could figure that out Potter. I'm here to receive my education."
"EDJUCATION!!" Harry spat out "you're the reason Dumbledore's dead!! You shouldn't even being showing your face here!! Every one knows what you did!!"
Harry watched in shock as Draco closed the remaining space between them rather quickly. Expecting to be hit by the angry blond, he closed his eyes and braised himself for impact. When he felt no pain, but instead felt something hugging him around the knees, he opened his eyes to see Draco on his knees holding onto Harry's legs like they were a precious treasure he didn't wish to part with. And then he felt his jeans dampening, and realized that the boy hugging his knees was crying. Even though the only thing the blond boy had done was make Harry's life hell for the past six and half years, Harry felt the greatest pain in his heart at seeing the mighty blond break down like this. So he gently patted Draco's back trying to offer some sort of comfort.
After 5 minutes Harry felt inclined to ask the ever lingering question. "what's wrong?" when the blond said nothing Harry asked "Draco?"
Draco said nothing, he just stood up and straightened his cloths. "It's nothing, I'm fine, I don't know what came over me. . . "
"obviously something is seriously wrong, if it made the great Draco Malfoy get down on his knees before me."
"why do you all of a sudden care what made me, made me, c. . . cry"
"I don't but I'd love to know for future reference." He smirked
"you're a butt bag!"
Harry advanced on Draco "yeah?"
"yeah. . . " Draco felt suddenly cornered
Harry moved his hand forward. Draco flinched, but was relieved when the hand wiped away a stray tear instead of slapping him. Harry began to stroke the cheek under his hand.
"why did you cry like that?" Harry looked deep into blue-grey eyes to see tears forming once again.
Draco did something for the second time that night, he thought he'd never do. He threw his arms around the Golden Boy and began to sob hopelessly into his shirt. Harry began rubbing his back out of instinct, and strained to hear the words in between Draco's body shuddering sobs.
"I didn't want to. . . he was gonna kill her. . . I didn't make him. . . this feels so good. . . I'm such a fool!"
Then Harry found himself doing something even more strange and out of character than Draco himself had done in the past half hour. He gently pulled the blonds face up to his, and after gazing into the blue-grey pools of desperation, he met his lips with those of the blonds.
After they had parted, they stood there staring wide eyed at each other, before Harry bolted out of the compartment.