Harry gripped Draco's hand as walked through King's Cross Station. They'd had a brief conversation about "coming out". Draco had said walking in holding hands would send a clear message. Harry definitely agreed with him and it had put his mind at ease. He allowed himself to be hopeful that they would remain like this until he died. He allowed himself to hope that he would hold Draco's hand until he died. Draco turned his head and smiled at Harry. Harry allowed himself to relax and smiled back at his angel.
"I'm so glad I have you, Harry," Draco whispered, "And I plan to have you until I die."
Harry felt relief flood through him at Draco's words.
"I'm so glad you said that," Harry whispered back, "That's just what I needed to hear."
Draco's face brightened and he grinned. He pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek, which reddened under his lips. Harry turned away, hiding his blush. Draco giggled a little and dragged Harry towards the barrier. Their trunks dragged behind him, held by their free hands. Draco looked around briefly and then pulled Harry through the barrier. They were suddenly immersed in a crowd. Harry's fingers dug into Draco's hand, willing them to cement together.
Harry ducked his head low, blushing at the stares they were receiving. Draco strode confidently forward, his chin stuck out. Harry stared at him in amazement. How can he be so fearless? I'm supposed to be the Gryffindor! That thought had Harry straightening out and staring down anyone who dared send a questioning look their way. He was confident until he spotted Ron and Hermione standing on tip-toes looking through the crowd for him. His grip automatically tightened on Draco's hand. Draco looked at him and followed his gaze.
"It's ok, Harry," Draco assured him, "They care about you. They won't forsake you now."
Harry took a calming breath, hopeful that Draco was right. They moved towards his best friends. It was Hermione who spotted him first. She ran at him, grabbing him around the shoulders in a death grip. She babbled on about how worried she was and how rude it was of him not to answer her owl. She stepped back as Ron joined them, warily looking at Harry and Draco's joined hands.
"Um, guys," Harry started, "I ran off from the Dursley's because when I came out to them Vernon tried to beat the hell out of me. I, um, ran into Draco who suggested I stay with him. I fell in love with him and now we're lovers. Um, so yeah."
Hermione blushed and looked away, as though she was embarrassed and unsure of what to say. Harry nervously glanced at Draco who gave him a reassuring smile. Harry smiled back, relaxing slightly and waiting for his friend's reactions.
"Can we get on the train now?" Ron spoke up, "If we don't hurry we'll have to sit with strangers or something. Or the train will leave without us."
"Oh don't be so dramatic, Ronald!" Hermione said in her snappy voice.
The two bickered back and forth as they dragged their trunks onto the train and down the corridor, searching for an empty compartment. Ron found one and quickly claimed it by shouting ownership of it.
"This is our compartment!" he shouted at the line of people behind them, "You come in here and you will be cursed by Harry Potter! Yeah, that's right! The Boy Who Lived! So piss off!"
Harry blushed and rolled his eyes. Ron ducked inside, rather pleased with himself. They filed in and Harry closed the door behind him. He reluctantly let go of Draco's hand so they could shove their trunks onto the racks. He immediately took ahold of Draco's hand again, firmly clasping them together. Draco raised an eyebrow at him, but left it alone as they sat and listened to Hermione and Ron's conversation.
"Honestly, Ron, you shouldn't use Harry's fame like that!" Hermione scolded the ginger.
"I don't mind, 'Mione," Harry spoke up, "At least some good comes of it."
"See? Harry doesn't care," Ron pointed out, "So obviously I can totally use his fame all the time."
"You are so immature," Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her focus on Draco, "Are you a prefect this year, Draco?"
Draco was shocked that a question was directed at him and that Granger had used his first name. He allowed his lips to form a smile, glad that she seemed to accept him so easily.
"No, I'm not," Draco answered, "But I didn't really want to be, so I don't mind."
"I liked being a prefect," Hermione admitted, "It gave me something to do. And I loved being able to threaten Harry and Ron."
Hermione gave him a mischievous grin and he couldn't help but think, Hermione obviously as more to her than I ever thought. He wasn't quite sure when Granger had become Hermione, but he found that he didn't mind.
"She's Head Girl this year," Ron's voice broke through his thoughts, "I'm sure we'll never hear the end of it, right Harry?"
"Never," Harry agreed, grinning.
Draco was delighted to see the bright look on Harry's face. He marveled at how quickly Harry had come back to life. Draco silently thanked whatever god there was that Harry had friends like Ron and Hermione. Draco also prayed to that god that he'd become friends with them as well.
"Draco, if you're done with the moony look," Ron called, "I'd like to talk to you in the corridor for a minute."
Draco nodded and pried Harry's hand off of his, giving him a reassuring smile. Harry looked worried, which made Draco wonder if he should be worried. He followed Ron into the corridor and down it for a little ways. Then the tall redhead stopped and turned to look at Draco.
"Listen, Draco," Ron said in a quiet voice, "I'm the closest Harry's got to any sort of decent family. My mum and dad aren't here to give you the speech, so I will on their behalf. If you hurt Harry, you will turn up missing. They will never find your body. When people speak of the Weasleys they will shudder in fear because of what happened to you. Do I make myself abundantly clear?"
Draco felt like cowering before the taller boy, but he stood his ground. He stared back into Ron's eyes and nodded.
"I will never hurt him," Draco added.
A wave went across Ron's face and he grabbed Draco into a hug. Draco blinked in surprise looking up at the wide smile on the freckled face.
"Good!" Ron gave him a hearty pat on the back, "Welcome to the family!"
With that he strode back down the corridor, leaving Draco rather stunned. Does he actually mean that? He wondered. He followed Ron as he made his way back to the compartment. His family was rather cold and distant. They often had him stay at The Leaky Cauldron so they didn't have to deal with him or leave him in the Manor alone while they were away, so the prospect of having a family such as the Weasleys rather thrilled him. So as he entered the compartment he kissed Harry's worried face and grinned at him. Harry grinned back as he reattached his hand. Draco figured this must mean that everything was going to be alright for once.
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