Hey guys, I'm so sorry for the last chapter. It was pretty short. But from here on out, the chapters are going to be pretty lengthy. So if that's the kind of stuff you like, then keep reading. Please review and give me ideas! I hope you enjoy chapter two! Bye!
Chapter 2
Harry and Malfoy sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the train ride. They didn't feel the need to talk and become 'best friends' over a short time. They just enjoyed the silence and each others company. Harry was glad that he had been able to start over with Malfoy. He had wanted to be the blondes friend since the first couple of days. He regretted not taking his hand on the train. Harry had envisioned what would've happened if he had taken Malfoy's hand, and not Ron's side. He could see himself being sorted into Slytherin, and Malfoy never repairing the Vanishing Cabinet, never letting Death Eaters in to Hogwarts... Ugh. He did it again. He always let those kind of thoughts in. Every time Harry though he had shut out all the bad memories, something triggered one and it all came back, as fresh as it had been the day it happened. Harry leaned his head back onto the seat, and tried to fall asleep. But remembering one thing made him remember everything. Sirius, falling in the veil. Dumbledor, falling off the Astronomy Tower. Fred, Remus, Tonks, and so many others, lying on the Great Hall floor because of a War that had nothing to do with them. Harry's scar prickled, and he tried not to cry. Although he and Malfoy were on speaking terms, he didn't need to see Harry cry. Harry wouldn't cry. He learned how to shut his emotions down a long time ago, and that wasn't going to change because of one person.
Harry must've dozed off sometime during the ride, because all to soon, Harry felt the jolting sensation of the train stopping in Hogsmead station. Harry groaned and pushed his glasses up his face, which had gone askew sometime during the trip. He saw Malfoy stretching and smirking at him.
"What?"
Harry asked. Malfoy just smirked and looked away. He had already changed into his robes. Harry hastily put his on, and stepped out of the compartment after enchanting his trunk to follow him once again. He moved forwards, stepping over robes hems and tiny First Years. By the time Harry reached the Station Platform, he was blushing bright red from all the staring and pointing. He wished everybody would stop loving him. And hating him. Not all whispers were that of adoration. He turned around after feeling a tap on his shoulder, only to be face to face with Malfoy.
"C'mon, let's get a carriage before we have to share one with a bunch of your First Year Fans."
Malfoy said.
"Shut it Malfoy."
Harry said, for lack of a better comeback. Malfoy just raised an eyebrow and walked towards a Thestral pulled carriages. Malfoy stopped and stared when he caught sight of the Thestrals. He had the same look on his face as many of the other uppers years had. Then Harry remembered, many had never seen Death before last year. This would be their first time seeing a Thestral. Harry just petted the nearest one and got into the carriage.
"What are those?"
Malfoy asked him.
"They're called Thestrals. Only people who have seen Death can see them."
Harry replied. Malfoy gave him a quelling look.
"So this isn't your first time seeing them I suppose?"
He asked. Harry just shook his head. Malfoy hopped into the carriage and sat on the seat in front of Harry.
"C-can I call you... Harry?"
Malfoy asked suddenly. He had a blush creeping up his neck, and wouldn't meet his Harry's eyes. Harry smiled.
"Only if I can call you Draco."
Harry replied. Draco looked up and smiled.
'Wow he's really handsome...'
Harry thought.
'Did I just call Draco handsome?'
Harry almost slapped himself. What on earth just made him think that? Not only was Harry not gay, but if he was, he wouldn't be crushing on Draco Malfoy of all people. He just stopped being his enemy. Harry mentally shook his head, and pretended to have never had that thought.
"So are you going to tell the Weasel and Granger about this new friendship Harry?"
Draco asked. Harry looked at him incredulously. Did he really expect Harry to sit by and let him call his friend names?
"Only if you stop calling Ron 'Weasel'. Because if you call him that, than he can call you Ferret."
Harry replied. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Point taken. I shall call him Weasley and no more. Happy?"
Was Draco's snide reply. Harry just smiled and shook his head, messing up his hair even further than before. Harry saw Draco's hands twitch, like he wanted to move them, but restrained himself. Hmm...
They were quiet the rest of the way up to the castle, but it wasn't an awkward silence. Like on the train ride, it was a comfortable silence. They didn't feel the need to constantly fill the silence.
By the time they made it up to the castle, Harry was more than ready for the Welcoming Feast. He wasn't ready however, for Prof- Headmistress McGonagal to be in the place that Dumbledore had occupied every single year Harry had been at Hogwarts. He cared deeply for McGonagal, she just wasn't the same.
When the castle came into view, he heard Draco suck in air. It looked like nothing had ever happened. It was just a brightly lit and magnificent as ever. Harry just stared.
Finally, they made it to the castle. Harry nearly flew out of the carriage and into the halls, leaving Draco behind. He was starving. He heard laughter behind him, but Draco didn't have any humor. Right? Anyways, Harry wasn't too concerned with that right now. He quickly sat down at the Gryffindor table and waited for the Sorting and Welcome Back Speech to be over. He didn't think he could wait much longer. After the large body of students had filed in and sat down at their respective tables, the First Years were lead in by Hagrid. They're seemed to be three times as many this year than ever. Hermione and Ron seemed to have separated long enough that Harry thought he could ask Hermione about it.
"Hermione, why are they're so many First Years?"
He asked her. Hermione turned and looked at him like he was an idiot.
"Harry, honestly, you should really start paying better attention to things. McGonagal decided to take some exchange students from a Magical Institution called Barnstable in America. So they all have to be sorted as well, but some of them are our age."
She replied. Harry just looked around at the surrounding students. She was right. How could he not have noticed it before? Some of these people couldn't possibly be 11. Some of the boys looked like Apes. He saw Neville a little ways down the table looking at the girl who had just been named Aurora Green by McGonagal. He had a strange look on his face. When she was sorted into Gryffindor and sat down in front of him, he looked as if he would have a heart attack. The girl was very pretty. She had long, dark, curly hair, with equally long and dark eyelashes, framing a pair of green eyes. Harry also noted the slight blush creeping up her neck when she introduced herself to Neville. Harry smiled. It was about time Neville got someone. The only person Harry could recall that Neville had a crush on was Ginny. And they never even went on a proper date. Only the one night at the Yule Ball.
The sorting seemed to take forever, and by the time it was over, Harry was absolutely famished. With a grand sweep of her hands McGonagal said,
"Eat up!"
Lavishly prepared food of all kinds appeared on the plates in front of him. He grabbed chicken, potatoes, bread, and some thing he thought was from America. It was cheesy and shaped like a triangle. It was extremely greasy. Harry decided that he didn't care. It was delicious.
A little bit into dinner, when Harry wasn't feeling like he could eat a whole Hippogriffe, he looked up at the Slytherin table, to see Draco by himself. Harry was tempted to go ever there and sit by him, to get that forlorn look off his face. McGonagal did say that they could. Something about Inter-House relations or something. So Harry picked up his bag, and walked to the Slytherin table, ignoring the looks of the Gryffindors. He plopped down beside a confused Draco and smiled. Draco raised and eyebrow, then smiled. He began to eat, but the smile never left his face. Harry had a feeling, that despite all the staring and pointing, that this was going to be a great year.
After dinner, Harry said goodbye to Draco and walked to the Common Room. Harry knew he was going to be questioned about why he sat with Draco, but he really didn't care. He didn't have to explain himself. If Ron and Hermione couldn't accept that he was friends with Draco, then that wasn't his problem. They would have to get over it. He made it to the Fat Lady's portrait all too soon, and said the new password: Lemondrop. Harry felt a pang of sadness. He knew it was a tribute to Dumbledore's memory, but it just brought back too many bad memories. No sooner had Harry stepped into the portrait hole, than was he instantly cornered by Hermione and Ron.
"What the bloody hell Harry!? Why did you sit by that bloody bastard?"
Ron asked. Harry just sighed.
"He's my friend Ron. While you and Hermione were to busy sucking face and ignoring me,"
Hermione and Ron both went red at this.
"I decided to sit down in a different compartment. Draco just so happened to be in that compartment as well. And we decided to put the silly rivalry behind us and start over."
He finished. If Ron was red before, it was nothing compared to this. Harry knew he was about to get yelled at, so he just pushed by his friends and went straight up to his dormitory. He changed into his pajamas, got I to bed, and closed the hangings. He heard Ron come in a few minutes later, and it was obvious he was still fuming by the way he slammed the door and stomped around the dorm. He heard him get into bed, and it wasn't until much later, when Ron's deep breathing turned into snores, that Harry finally dozed off into a deep, fitful sleep.
Harry was standing knee deep in the middle of the Black Lake. How this was possible, he didn't know. He looked all around him, and saw nothing. Then, Draco was there, standing next to him. Harry reached out and grabbed his hand. Draco smiled, and leaned towards him. Then they were kissing. It was amazing. Harry licked Draco's bottom lip, asking for entrance, and Draco readily gave it to him. He opened his mouth, and his and Harry's tongue were around each other's, like serpents in a dance. When they released, Harry smiled at Draco. "I love you Draco" He said. "I love you too Harry." Draco replied. Then they Apparated to the Room of Requirement, which should have been impossible. You can't Apparate on the school grounds. They room was large, and fitted with a single bed. They collapsed on top of the bed, a writing mass of bodies. They were making love, and Harry liked it. He kissed Draco again.
That's when Harry woke up. He shot up in bed, and griped for his glasses in a panic. What the bloody hell was that all about? Why would he dream that? He wasn't gay! He wasn't. He couldn't be. And not with Draco Malfoy! He was the son of a Death Eater. Harry was the Chosen one. It couldn't happen. But... he wanted it to happen. No! He didn't! I'll just go to sleep. I'll forget about it in the morning. Yeah. That's it. Just go to sleep. This never happened. Harry put his glasses back down on the nightstand and fell back asleep. This time, he had no dreams. And for that, Harry was grateful.
