Harry looked in the mirror shaking, he saw his emerald eyes. The eyes that had watched innocent people die because of him. The ears that had listened to Snape's five last words, the words that shook him to the bone. "you have your mothers eyes". He'd been good all along, he'd wanted to keep Harry safe, for Lily. He'd cursed himself, how could he have let him die like that? Harry didn't think he could take much more, he didn't think he could ever go back. But here he was, nervous as hell as he sat on the Hogwarts express, oppsoite a sleeping Hermione who was lolling on a sleepy Rons shoulder. He'd only found out about their blossoming relationship when he stumbled into Ron's room where he found his two best friends, naked and doing the unthinkable. "when did you think you were going to tell me?" asked Harry, outraged. Hermione giggled, foolishly, which baffled Harry as this wasn't the strict Hermione who cracked the whip if you so much as smiled. "we were honestly mate, anyway fancy sleeping in Ginny's room for the night?" pleaded Ron, pulling the duvet over their exposed chests. Harry closed the door, he knew that they would carry on whether he was in the room or not. He'd have rather slept on the floor, but Ginny's bed looked so inviting, that when she offered he didn't refuse. Ginny began to kiss his neck and caress his arms, which he found rather annoying. Her touch felt almost alien to him, a couple of months ago he'd have turned around and given her a full passionate kiss, which Ginny longed for. But something had changed in him over the summer.
Harry began to drum his fingers along the table, his mind was everywhere at the moment. He couldn't make sense of things. "Well, well, didn't expect you back this year Potter" sniggered a famillar voice. Harry looked up his mouth wide open at what he saw. There stood the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Blonde powdery hair, which hung over those grey, gleaming eyes. The pale, marble, flawless skin, and those pink, tender lips. There stood Draco Malfoy. "Potter! Will you please quit staring at me? its quite unnerving" spoke that honey dripped voice, that seemed to be coming from the blonde. Harry shook his head, for a sudden moment, he'd compared Malfoy to some sort of angel. He definatley was loosing it. "quit flattering yourself Malfoy, what are you doing here anyway?" asked Harry, blushing stupidly. "duh, isn't it obvious? I'm on the train to Hogwarts dumbass" sniggered Malfoy, cruelly. Harry would have found it cold and rude, but that tone of voice was almost sexy. "I meant I thought you weren't coming back to Hogwarts" explained Harry, hotly. "why dont you come and sit in our carriage? I wouldn't like to offend Granger and Weasel by sitting with you and talking to you" suggested Draco, trying to be kind but still an insensitive git at the same time. "who's with you?" asked Harry, nervously. "Blaise, Pansy and Theo, come on Potter they wont bite, I've tamed them" laughed Draco, offering Harry his hand. Harry took it and when he touched his pale, flawless skin, he felt electric flowing through his whole body, that made his cheeks blush. He quickly got up and let go of Draco's hand. He sat down gingerly beside Draco, opposite Pansy, Blaise and Theo. Pansy was leaning on Theo asleep and Blaise was smiling at Draco, oddly. "wondered where you'd got to" Blaise smiled and took Draco's hands in his and kissed them. Harry stared shocked. Draco was gay? How could somebody that beautiful be attracted to men? "oh dont be a homophobe Potter" sighed Draco, letting go of Blaise's grip. "I'm not, I'm just a bit shocked thats all, I thought that Blaise was with Pansy?" asked Harry, blushing. Harry felt a tang of jealousy go through him. Why did he even care? "so um, how come your back at Hogwarts?" asked Harry, fumbling with his glasses. "My mother felt I needed to go back, She wants me to forget about the war and sometimes she cant really look at me properly because i remind her of him" explained Draco, his robe sleeve going up to reaveal the ugly mark on his beautiful skin. Harry saw something that made his stomach tighten and his heart. Thick, deep, blantant scars ran up and down the length of his dark mark. Each scar filled with emotion and hatred. This was of his own doing, Draco had done this too himself.