Hey guys! This is my very first story, and this chapter was written very late. I also have no editor, so I'm so sorry for any typos. I'll try to limit them, but even I miss things sometimes. I check and double check most of my work, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem. I'll try to get chapters up as fast and as regularly as possible, but with my schedule, it probably won't be very organized. So I'm sorry for any inconveniences. And I do not claim any Harry Potter characters, they belong to J.K Rowling, but if I could, I would claim it and make Drarry happen. Anyways, I hope you enjoy chapter one of Back at Hogwarts: A Drarry Tale!

Chapter 1:

Harry sighed with resentment. Here he was again, standing on Platform 9 and 3/4 a year after the Battle of Hogwarts. It was like nothing had ever happened. Ron and Hermione on his right, but they weren't paying any attention to anything because of the couple bubble they had blown since Harry had arrived at the Burrow two weeks ago. On his left was a fuming Ginny and slightly green Neville, both who he had shut out all summer. Although it wasn't official, Harry and Ginny we no longer together. After the war, he couldn't go out to see Ron and Hermione or go for a fly without being bombarded by frantic fans and rambunctious reporters. So, after the first two weeks of the summer holiday, Harry had shut himself inside Number 12 Grimmuald Place and went so far as to send Kreature on grocery runs because he couldn't bear to leave his house again. He rarely saw his best friends, and never saw anybody else, unless it was forced. Coming back to the present by a loud whistle that signaled the arrival of the Hogwarts Express, Harry grabbed his luggage, enchanted it to follow him, grabbed his empty owl cage, ( For Hedwig was long gone. ) and walked on to the train.

They were the first ones to board, so they got to pick which compartment they wanted. Harry opted for the ones in the back, and Ron and Hermione were to busy making googly eyes at each other to argue for a different choice. So he walked in and directed his trunk to the racks above him and sat down with an ungraceful plop. The second the other two sat down, they were all over each other. Harry sighed loudly and obviously.

"I am going to find another compartment" Harry said after the train started to move and his friends still hadn't unhooked their lips from each other's face. They took no notice to him as he enchanted his trunk once again and left the compartment, slamming the door hard enough to make the two occupants jump and pull apart. Now they notice him. Too late now. He heard the door slide open and Hermione call weakly after him, but he just moved forward, resolutely ignoring her. He had enough of it over the summer. That was one of the reasons he barely even wanted to talk to them and shut himself in his house all summer long.

By this time, Harry had no choice in what compartment he wanted. He couldn't find one that wasn't full of fantasized first years, star-struck second years, or simply sour Slytherins. Although many of them decided not to come back, his favorite three decided to. And by 'favorite' he meant least favorite. He opened the compartment door to find himself staring straight into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy, the pug-face of Pansy Parkinson, and stone-faced Blaise Zabini.

"Well! Look who it is! Everybody's hero!"

Said Parkinson, her high-pitched, extremely obnoxious voice dripping with sarcasm. Harry expected some retort from Malfoy, and it was obvious that Parkinson expected one to by the way she turned her head to look at him. But for some reason, Malfoy said nothing, he just stared at Harry.

"Get out Potter before I hex you."

Zabini said, utterly calm, although Harry could hear the malice in his voice. He didn't need to be told twice. Harry didn't want trouble with the Slytherins this year. He actually wanted to put it all behind him and start over again, but would never get the guts to say so. Malfoy would probably laugh, Zabini would stare at him like he always does, and Parkiston... well he didn't want to think of what she would do to him. He shivered involuntarily at the memories of what she had done to other people that she had a grudge against. He kept going.

He finally, finally, found an empty compartment. He sighed gratefuly and sat down, relaxed, closed his eyes, and was intent on getting a little nap before he had to endure all the people at Hogwarts. But, like always, Harry didn't get what he wanted. No sooner than he closed his eyes, did the door to the compartment open, and in walked Draco Malfoy.

"Bloody hell Malfoy!!"

Harry yelled startled. Malfoy just stared at him.

"You can point that thing away form me now."

He replied smoothly. Harry looked at his hand in confusion. He didn't remember pulling his wand out, but yet, here he was, pointing it at Malfoy's face.

"Sorry. Guess old habits die hard, eh?"

Harry said with dry humor. Malfoy just sighed and sat down across from Harry. He looked relaxed, but Harry could see his jaw working furiously. He was just as tense and alert and Harry was.

"Why are you here Malfoy?"

Harry couldn't help but ask. Malfoy looked at him, and didn't reply for a minute.

"My mother wanted me to finish my education. I knew what I was getting into though. My housemates will hate me for abandoning them, and the rest of you lot will hate me for joining V-Voldemort in the first place."

He said. Harry noticed the stutter when Malfoy said Voldemort's name. Was he as afraid of him as everybody else? Was his snobbish Pureblood mask all an act? Maybe there was still a real boy in him.

"I-I won't."

Harry said, startling himself. Malfoy looked at him in surprise and then looked away quickly.

"Want to start over then?"

Malfoy said. Harry grinned and stuck his hand out towards Malfoy. He looked at Harry for a minute, then smiled back and grabbed his hand.