This is REALLY short but, who am I kidding, almost all of my work is. My muse just comes in bursts. Written for the person who got me into drarry, the Draco to my Harry (in a totally platonic way). He actually happens to go by Draco, so it's like fate.
They've just started year seven and the only reason Draco's there is for Mother's sake. He's sitting in a compartment with Potter and the mudblo- Granger, and it's awkward and the two Gryffindors sitting across from him keep trying to make small talk and he sort of hates the fact that he's always been a mummy's boy and therefore couldn't say no when the female Malfoy asked him to finish his schooling.
He knows the other two could have skipped their final year, knows that's what Weasley did, and he's curious as to why Potter hasn't gone immediately into Auror training. Now, Granger, he gets. She's a bookworm and a know it all and he's not at all surprised that she wants to complete her time at Hogwarts, but Harry Potter has absolutely no reason to finish, so Draco cannot possibly fathom why he's there.
The two have stopped trying to converse with him, opting instead to speak in short whispers, when he hears it.
"I know, Harry. But it's your last year. Please do this. For me?" And of course. Anyone with a few brain cells can see that the two have a very strong friendship, and there's a bitter taste in his mouth as he rolls his eyes and considers the fact that they would probably do anything for each other.
"So why are you here, Malfoy?" He hears his name, spoken a little louder among the whispering, and he perks up a bit.
"Oh, um, my, uh… my mother asked me to come." He finds himself blushing. My mother asked me to come? How stupid is that? But Potter just smiles at him, and he finds himself smiling back.
The rest of the train ride is not nearly as horrid.