Draco was terrified coming back to the school after the Battle of Hogwarts. He was fidgety all the way to King's Cross Station, and his father kept giving him odd looks as Draco ignored his mother's teary-eyed goodbye on the platform. Truth be told, Draco was feeling nervous more than afraid. He made sure to tell everyone in the Slytherin compartment to shut up and not talk to him because he had gotten Spattergoit over the summer. Of course, this was a lie. He just needed time to think about…..him.
Draco had made sure to get the smallest compartment, the one closest to the back of the Hogwarts Express, and settled in.
After he had purchased some food from the lunch trolley, he sat at the far end of the compartment and stared out the window, looking at nothing particularly, just mist and the blurry outline of trees rushing past, a thick puff of smoke from the scarlet engine masking the whole, gloomy scene.
But to Draco, it set the perfect mood. The perfect mood for gloomy thoughts to think about.
And boy, did he have a lot of them.
As Draco took a bite from a chocolate cauldron, he mulled over his feelings once again, something he didn't do very often. After the fabled Battle, he felt something for that boy, something that wasn't there before. Draco had known he was bisexual for a while; he had considered it since he wasn't attracted to any of the Slytherin girls, or any girls, for that matter.
But why to that boy in particular? Nothing good had come out of their previous encounters, and yet, there was the Room of Requirement….
Someone tapped the window. Draco was harshly yanked away from his train (pun intended) of thought. He turned around to face the door, a snarl curling his lips.
And, as if all the gods were against him, there he stood behind the door, his glasses askew.
Draco's sudden love.
Harry Potter.