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Before Harry knew it, he was in his Uncle's car driving to platform 9 and ¾. Excitement was bubbling through him like a scalding hot potion right off the flame. But there was also another feeling. A feeling he hadn't felt since his first year. A feeling of nervousness. His gift sender hadn't made contact with him for the past month, and he was wondering if it were a hoax. This made him frown in thought.

"Don't hurt your self Potter." Dudley sneered, "If you think too much, your brain might melt."

"And how would you know anything about brains? You sure as bloody hell don't have any." Harry sneered right back. Dudley just chose to ignore Harry the rest of the car ride. Harry didn't have any problem with this, except they had just pulled into the train station parking lot. Harry scoffed at the fact that he hadn't even begun to enjoy his Dudley-Free thoughts before he was being rushed out of the car.

Before he knew it, he was standing right besides the scarlet train he loved. The smoke billowing out of it steadily as it stalled, anxious for all the students to board so it could begin its long wonderful journey through forests, mountains, farm lands, and everything in between.

"Harry! HARRY!" Harry jerked around, and saw Ron's red hair above all of the bustling first and second years. Ron was still as tall as ever. He was easy to spot with his flaming red hair and goofy grin. Harry pushed his way over to his best friend, trying not to step on any first years.

"Ron!" Harry grinned, as he embraced his best friend.

"It's been ages. Sorry for not talking to you.. Eh.. Hermione and me we uh.. Well. Harry.. I have a son. Well.. Am going to have a son.. He's not here yet. Another 6 months.. See, that's why we couldn't talk to you all summer. We were busy. And the no gift thing was on a count of we're saving our money so we can buy dipers..You know, that kind of thing.." Ron finished, and he was red from his roots to his toes Harry assumed.

Harry was stunned. His two best friends in a pregnancy predicament. He prayed it was a planned pregnancy, but doubted it highly. He sighed, and patted his friend on the back.

"So.. Where is Hermione?" Harry asked when he found his voice.

"She's not going to ride the train. Some type of health thing.. I don't know.." Ron laughed forcedly," So she'll be there when we arrive I suppose." Harry nodded.

The train whistle blew, telling all of the stallers it was time to board before they got left behind.

"C'mon Ron. We'd better get on the train.." Harry smiled encouragingly, which seemed to be just what Ron needed.

When they were seated on the train, Ron had gone to find the food trolley since he claimed to not have eaten all summer. Harry nodded, but highly doubted Ron didn't eat. With Mrs. Weasley around, it was impossible not to eat twice your fill and then some.

Mrs. Weasley.. Harry then thought of Ron's loving parents. What did they have to say about Ron and Hermione? Surely they didn't kick the two kids out! Or maybe they did.. Is that why Ron and Hermione were so poor? But what about Hermione's parents? Would they abandon her too? Or maybe they didn't know.. Harry thought about this till he heard a knock on the compartment door. Harry looked up, and saw Malfoy. He was about to yell go away, but then he saw Malfoy's face through the glass.

Malfoy looked terrible. He looked sad and miserable. Like a child who had to watch his house burn down as he held a stuffed animal and was told his Mummy or Daddy wouldn't be around anymore. It was dreadful. Harry felt sorry for him.. WAIT! Harry.. Harry Potter felt sorry for.. Malfoy?! What was wrong with him. Just as he was about to shout again, Malfoy slid open the compartment door, and sat across from Harry.

"Malfoy! Get out!" Harry yelled. Malfoy played no attention, and stared blankly, almost longingly out the window.

"Did you hear me? I said out! Get out! When Ron comes back, he'll have a fit. Get out! Get Out! Get out! Malfoy! Are you even listening to me?! GET THE FU-"But Harry was cut off in the middle of his curse.

"Have you ever wondered what it's like to be screamed at like that?" Draco asked calmly. Harry figured it was a rhetorical statement, and didn't answer, but sat back down.

"I didn't think so. You're so eager to yell and fight with me. And yet I haven't done a thing to you yet. Why? Because I've been rude to you since we met? You know what. Don't answer that. Because I know the answer. It's yes. Grudges are better left forgotten than held on to." Draco was speaking softly in almost a trance like tone. Harry was in awe that the Slytherin God could talk like this to one he loathed.

"Fine. Why're you in here? Any particular reason? Or did you just feel like dropping in to give me a little lesson?" Harry sneered.

"If you must know, I was booted out of my compartment by my former friends because I told them a secret and expected them to accept it. Silly me. I was mistaken. They insulted me and kicked me out" Draco said in his drawling voice. Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's hard to trust Slytherin scum.." He sniffed.

"Like you would know. You've never even held a conversation with one long enough to get to know them before the insults start flying. We're not all asses you know.." Draco snapped.

"Could've fooled me." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well if you told me all Gryffindors weren't pompous idiots I'd never believe you." Draco growled. Draco stood up, and faced Harry, merely inches away. Harry's breath came short. As did Draco's.

"We're not all idiots you know.." Harry whispered. His tone had gone from angry and confused, to soft and confused. He looked into Draco's stormy gray eyes.

Then the train lurched violently. The lights flickered, and then went out. Draco was thrown onto Harry.

"Oh no." Draco whispered.