Sorry, I forgot to add this in my last chapter, and I don't enjoy this, but I don't own the beautiful and extremely hot Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter (not to mention the others, but I absolutely adore these two)
But, then again, the amazing Jo Rowling owns them.
And I wouldn't have it any other way :)
Harry faced the door of the last compartment which kept a lone Slytherin from the rest of the world. Draco Malfoy. It usually irked him to be sent to call Malfoy to remind him that the train was nearing Hogsmead Station, but after the Battle of Hogwarts, something changed in him, when Malfoy came back because he saw Harry alive.
Since then, he felt….well, he didn't know how to describe it. Harry looked through the glass, his mouth dry. Draco had lost his usual slicked-back hair, but instead left it messy and unkempt, and it hung well past the collar of his heavily wrinkled white shirt. His back was turned to the window, and Harry felt extremely guilty for admiring Him.
After the Battle, he and Hermione continued their studies in Ginny's year. Hermione did it because, well, she was Hermione. And Harry did it because he needed another N.E.W.T. in Potions to become an Auror. Ron had confessed to Harry that he was planning to propose to Hermione, and he was waiting for the big Weasley family Christmas dinner to do it. Till then, he moved in to help George run Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. It turns out, he was pretty good at it, and George was very proud of Ron for helping him out.
Ginny and Harry had been dating, but he wasn't feeling it, and suddenly this Draco thing came up, and now his emotional life was messed up.
He actually liked Draco, and this grew when he saw Draco on the front page of the Daily Prophet, having carted his Death Eater father Lucius Malfoy off to Azkaban. The amount of bravery to make such a bold move gave Harry new respect for Draco, but they were enemies, and that's how it would stay.
Or would it?
Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his raven-colored hair, and tapped the glass, softly at first, then one hard, solid knock.
Draco whipped around, his silver-grey eyes wide with shock and his pale lips drawn back in a snarl. As it dawned on Draco that Harry was the one who knocked, he reacted the opposite of what Harry expected. Draco's snarl became even fiercer, and his broad, angular shoulders tensed up.
Harry looked at Draco. Draco looked at Harry. Neither of them moved.
Finally, Harry seemed to suddenly snap back into the present, as if he used a time-turner to go somewhere in the past, and it sure felt like it, because Draco didn't move a muscle. They were staring each other down. Harry decided to make the first move. 'Can I come in?' He asked after sliding the door open just a little. 'Why?' Asked Malfoy in a nervous and somewhat excited voice.
'Well, I'm supposed to go around and tell everyone to quote unquote "get their bloody robes on we're nearing the damned station".' Laughed Harry, forgetting for a while that he was in the company of his most hated enemy. 'Who said that? Surely not-' Malfoy was cut off by a knowing look from Harry. 'Ah. Dean Thomas. He's become a little…temperamental, isn't he?' Malfoy said, motioning for Harry to sit on the seat opposite him.
Excitement and a sort of pleasure building in his chest, he put on what he hoped was a calm mask and strode into the compartment, closing the door behind him. 'Yeah, he's been that way ever since Ginny broke up with him.' Harry replied coolly, although he felt something when he looked at Draco that choked him.
Harry, not wanting to seem like he had a crush on the man sitting opposite to him, turned to the window, and felt his cheeks gradually get warm.
'Oh. So, this-this Weasley, Ginny, right?' Malfoy asked for confirmation. Harry nodded and encouraged him to go on with the shock when he realised that that was the first time he had heard Malfoy use any of the Weasleys' first names. 'She broke up with Dean to date…you?' said Malfoy, offering Harry a pale blue Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean.
Harry was silent. This was a very personal question, and Harry felt uncomfortable discussing it with Draco. Although he wanted to, he knew Ron would never talk to him ever again if he found out. Harry carefully tried to steer the conversation to another topic. 'Why are you being so nice to me, all of a sudden?' blurted out Harry. He simply had to know. Malfoy looked stunned. Harry took the bean from his hand, and grinned as the train carriage shook. 'I-um, well…?' Malfoy was stumped for words.
'Can I ask you something, Draco?' Harry felt a thick bubble of pleasure grow inside his chest when he said Malfoy's first name. He enjoyed that feeling immensely. 'Shoot.' Said Draco, his pale cheeks flushing red at being addressed "Draco" by a non-Slytherin. 'Why did you come back? Not just to Hogwarts, but, at the Battle, you could have been a Death Eater. So, why?' Asked Harry, knowing it was an extremely personal question.
But, then again, Draco did ask about his relationship with Ginny. And that was pretty much like the Titanic, a muggle ship which had sunk after hitting an iceberg.
'I guess that's a question for another time, eh Potter?' Harry felt faintly downcast(and scolded himself later for it) that Draco had addressed him as "Potter" and not "Harry", and embarrassed when he saw Hermione at the door, smiling pleasantly and beckoning Harry to come out and change into his robes. As Harry got up to leave, Draco stood up beside him, and whispered into his ear; 'Meet me by the Black Lake, tonight, midnight. Bring your dad's cloak.'
It was all Harry could do to pay attention to anything else until midnight.