Harry ate breakfast quietly on the morning of September 1st while the Weasley family tried their best to seem upbeat and chatty around him. He knew this was a front no one had been genuinely happy since Fred died, Harry himself was consumed by the grief. The Weasley's were like family to Harry, Fred like a 'cooler' big brother memories invaded his mind daily causing his eyes to burn. Also two words were flashing up like Christmas tree lights, words that said 'Help him' words to which he replied, 'I'll try' but how was he to do this? Draco Malfoy was his sworn enemy since the first day of Hogwarts. Narcissa saved his life, he was in her debt and not only this but he had grown fond of her over the summer, she was an incredibly strong woman who by blood was landed in with a rotten lot. Narcissa was a very proud woman but she was also kind, and she cared fiercly about her son, in a way that could undoubtedly remind Harry of Molly's care for her sons and daughter. Was he going to do this for her? Try with Draco? What would make her think Draco would even want Harry's help? He could picture it now Draco sneering and cursing him into oblivion for even talking to him. This was going to make defeating Voldemort look like a riding a broom through a valley. "This is stupid, all this train business, I can't see why we can't just appreciate there we are 18 after all and even Ginny's of age," Ron groaned

"You couldn't be serious Ron, after everything that happened you think they are just going to lift the no appreciation charm off Hogwarts so a couple of 7th years don't have to endure the train?" Hermione interjected

"Not just any seventh years is it? We are heroes and Harry is the chosen one for crying or loud, or was or whatever," Ron retorted

"Chosen one or not that spell is there to protect everyone," Hermione sad calmly

"From what you tosspot, Voldemort is dead, Harry killed him or have you missed that?"

"Ron, seriously shut up and don't talk to your girlfriend that way mate," Harry finally spoke

"Are you serious, have you heard the way you've been speaking to my sister?" Ron mumbled when Molly shouted that it was all enough and she did not want to hear another word until they were safely at the train station

"And yes Ron we can all appreciate there at least if that will satisfy you," she said darkly. With a swift movement they are spiraled to beyond the border from platforms nine and 3 quarters and on to the platform. Molly hugged her children with a tight grip her eyes leaking tears. She spurting about changing her mind how they should all stay at home with her given everything that happened, they would better at the burrow. They could help George with the shop they could do anything. Molly couldn't take anything going wrong at Hogwarts, for after all Dumbledore wasn't around to save them anymore. Ron convinced her by reminding her they weren't children anymore but full grown soldiers who had been on the front line of the worst wizarding war, that they were survivors. Harry felt more like an empty shell than a survivor; Hermione used the muggle term PTSD on a few occasions which just made Harry more indifferent than usual, if you could get more indifferent that is. Harry gazed at the great scarlet train it was beautiful it was sleek and this would be the last September he rode it into Hogwarts. Boarding the train was a strange sensation he kissed Mrs Weasley on the cheek before doing so. The four teenagers searched for a compartment to sit on while Ginny clung to Harry's arm when Harry stopped dead in his tracks. Draco Malfoy lay sitting alone in his compartment, no Blaise no Goyle, just the window and owl for companionship.

"Um I'll catch up with you guys when we get there, I uh am gonna sit in here with dra I mean Malfoy," Harry kept his eyes glued to the thin pale blonde boy whose face was covered by his hair. He looked as though he was wasting away.

"Yeah good one Harry, anyway this one over here is free come on," Ron said opening the doors.

"As it happens I'm quite serious!" Harry began to whisper, "I promised Naricssa I'd keep an eye on him, he is all alone," all he had to now was hope Malfoy didn't hear him. Ginny was not helping this by moaning loudly about it, which caused Draco to look up at them all.

"Sod off the lot of you," Harry said loudly and opened the compartment and slid in, "eh Hullo," Harry was cleaning the sweat off his forehead off his head as he heard Ginny stomp off outside. He assumed they were all now in the compartment, away from him and away from Malfoy. Merlin why was he arguing with his friends over sodding Malfoy!

"Out Potter," he sighed

"w-what?"

"I said out Potter, just because you had a fight with your pets doesn't mean I am going to invite you to sit with me,"

"Well looks like either of us don't have a lot of options of who to sit with," Harry said sitting down on the seat opposite to Draco.

"It seems the great Harry Potter, the one who put the end to war is deaf, what a revolution how did you get through all this without the ability to hear? Amazing! I mean you must be lacking in that area because I said OUT," Draco said bemused. Harry felt himself getting warm with anger. Draco Malfoy was the worst shit he ever laid eyes on.

Draco's eyes did not leave Harry as he sat awkwardly staring out the window, Draco sighed deeply and reached into his bag, searching quickly for the bottle of red wine he had packed earlier, wrapping his hand round the cold bottle he smirked to himself, pulling it out and undoing the cork with his wand. Draco watched as Harry's eye's shot to him, the green eyes that reminded Draco of world far away, Draco quickly shook his head and took a large gulp of the wine, Harry's mouth opened slightly as if he was about to protest,

"Don't worry Potter you can tell Hermon it's vegan," he smirked and looked out the window, Harry looked slightly confused and for a moment this pleased Draco, until Harry's voice entered his ears,

"Do you mean Hermione?" he questioned and Draco lifted his eyebrow at him,

"Yes her, I know she is all about saving the trees and the Giant squids," he laughed at himself, something he hadn't done in a while, there was something about Harry's presences in the compartment that made Draco feel warmer than he had since sixth year. Harry sighed and returned to looking out the window,

"House elves Draco," Harry cut in and Draco rolled his eyes,

"You can tell her I have a House elf, Potpourri, and she makes wicked Broccoli," Draco stated as Harry sighed, "Get conversation Potter, I can barely get a word in with all this wonderful information about your wonder summer break," Draco stated sarcastically taking another large gulp of wine and wiping his mouth on the back of his hands. The compartment fell silent again and Draco could feel himself longer to hear the dark haired boys voice, Harry's turned to face Draco, his face seemly confused,

"How was your summer Draco?" He asked, Draco merely stared. Harry coughed, "uh um its strange isn't it to be going back after all the… you know…. Yeah… everything's going be um different isn't it?" Harry sounded like an idiot Draco thought,

"Scared Potter," he breathed,

"You wish," Harry winked. He winked at him Harry fucking Potter winked at him.

Draco shook his head and mentally kicked himself for staring, what is wrong with you fool staring at Potter for that long. He wont be long in knowing what I'm thinking about him, Draco thought to him self and placed the bottle to his lips and began pouring the liquid into his mouth, it slipped down his throat, a mental slap for every mouth full, is what he gave himself for how he was staring at Harry,

"Get out," he Muttered and Harry looked taken aback,

"Wh-what?" he asked his face screwing up,

Draco could feel himself filling with frustration and anger, his cheeks growing warm and he took a deep breath,

"I SAID GET OUT!" he roared and threw the wine bottle at the compartment door, it smashed splashing the remainder of wine on both of them, his breathing became ragged, as Harry jumped out of his seat, his face filled with anger, Don't you dare move towards that door, Draco thought to himself,

"You're fucking mental Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, as his hand reached for the door, Don't. You. Dare Potter, Draco's mind shouted, Harry pulled the compartment door back,

"Get your hand of that compartment door Potter and sit down your embarrassing yourself, come here to cheer me up and then leave when the going gets tough?" Draco could feel himself shaking with anger and nerves as he waited for Harry to respond, Harry's mouth opened and Draco lifted his eyebrow "Sit I said," please Sit Potter do not leave me like this, Draco's mind raced and his eyes opened in surprise as he watched Harry take his seat in front of him once again, "Good boy Potter," he smirked, although it was short lived when he heard a thump at the compartment door, both his and Harrys heads snapped to the noise, only to see none other Ron Weasley, Draco's eyes rolled, Fuck, he thought to himself, ginger has come to take Harry. Ron was pointing at the wine, which was all over the window mouthing 'merlin's beard' he looked absolutely gob-smacked. He pulled the compartment door open and tried to speak when Harry and Draco both shouted in sync

"OUT!" Ron stood bewildered

"Bloody hell," he said before turning back to his own compartment.