Harry lay crouched on top of the luggage rack, covered in the invisibility cloak. He thought if he sat in the Slytherin compartment long enough, Malfoy would say something about becoming a Death Eater. Yet, they were arriving at Hogwarts and the Slytherins hadn't talk about anything but money and how they spent it on their summer vacations. Harry was planning to make his escape when the Slytherins left the compartment. It should be any minute now. Crabbe reached up for his suitcase, smacking Harry in the process. Harry tried not to make a noise, but a muffled groan escaped him. Malfoy jerked his head toward the rack. He could sense something wasn't right.
Everyone started to file out of the room.
"Hey, I'm going to hang back a minute. You know, make a grand entrance. See you guys inside," said Malfoy.
Harry closed his eyes. He knew the worst was upon him.
Harry fell from the luggage rack, paralyzed in the crouched position. Since when did Malfoy know wordless freezing charms?
He heard Malfoy's footsteps approach him and stop by his side. Malfoy's foot came down hard on his nose. He could hear the sickening crunch of cartilage. "Got to be sure no one finds you." He heard Malfoy whisper. He felt the invisibility cloak cover him.
Malfoy walked off, leaving Harry alone and bleeding, stuck on the Hogwarts Express.
A few minutes later, Harry heard someone approaching the compartment. Footsteps walked over to where he was standing and someone removed the cloak. His eyes were stuck shut from the spell and he couldn't tell who was there to help him. He felt his nose magically repair itself as a figure loomed over his face.
Harry felt the figure getting closer and closer, perhaps to examine the nose. Then the unexpected happened. His face was caressed with love; his hair moved out of his eyes, blood cleaned off of the bridge of his nose. Then he felt a pair of soft lips press against his. Who could this mystery person be? Cho? Hermione? Who would come back and rescue him? The idea of Ron flitted through his mind for a moment and he quickly cast it aside.
Harry felt a longing course through his veins but he could not respond to the kiss. He desperately wished for the spell to be broken. He felt something smooth cover his eyes. He was being blindfolded. His mystery kisser truly wished to remain a mystery.
Suddenly he could move again. This must be an advanced wizard to know so much wordless magic. He wrapped his arms around the figure and let his fingers grasp their hair. It was shaggy, slightly long but not very. Definitely not Hermione and hopefully still not Ron. The kiss got heated with both bodies grasping to one another. Harry let his hand explore their back and bottom. This person was muscular and hot to the touch. Maybe it was a Quidditch player. Feeling daring, Harry reached his fingers to the chest of his attacker. He found it to be rather flat. He hoped it wasn't a first year, that would be awkward. Maybe this person didn't have a very big chest. Who was Harry to pass judgment on a stranger?
Just as suddenly as the passion had begun, it ended. The figure rose off of Harry and darted from the compartment before Harry had a chance to remove the blindfold.
Harry made his way into the Great Hall. Everyone was staring, whispering. Harry hoped it wasn't because he looked thoroughly snogged. As he sat down he noticed Malfoy arriving at the Slytherin table.
"Do you think he was up to something?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"I wouldn't count on it Harry," Hermione responded. "After all, you were late and you weren't up to anything. He probably just wanted to make a grand entrance."
