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Warning: Mature content might not be in this chapter but in other chapters to come!
Draco stepped into King's Cross Station and took a deep breath of smoky, coal filled air. Muggles passed him, looking strangely at his hooting eagle owl and large, Slytherin green trunks. One Muggle child even had the nerve to ask loudly,
"Why does that boy get an owl? I want an owl!" Draco threw his most menacing glare at the pestering little boy. He shrank back against the brick wall and started sniffling. The one thing that Draco couldn't stand was crying children. They dripped snot everywhere and made such a scene.
He turned away to find his mother hurrying towards him, a wide, toothy grin on her pale face. Draco could tell that Narcissa had just searched the place, and finding no evidence of Lucius being there was what caused the amazing smile she wore now. She linked arms with her son and marched him towards Platforms 9 and 10.
"There is no sign of vermin in any corner of King's Cross," she said happily. She kept on marching until they passed through the barrier and were inside Platform 9 ¾. The blonde immediately wrenched his arm from his mother's grasp upon seeing his schoolmates. He scanned the station, taking in every detail of the scene. He saw Blaise Zabini wooing a 5th year, Neville Longbottom searching for his always lost toad, and three faces he hoped he wouldn't have to see this year.
"Well well well, if it isn't Scarhead, Weasel, and the Mudblood. I had hoped Dumbledore had come to his senses and realized that none of you actually qualify as wizards," he smirked as Hermione and Harry held back Ron. "I mean, Mudblood isn't even a real witch, Weasel's too poor to afford a decent wand, and Potter? Please. Don't make me laugh," he said, snickering as Hermione and Harry had to drag Ron away from Draco, all the while giving him the dirtiest looks.
Draco turned around to come face to face with Pansy. The awkwardness was tangible. The blonde smoothed the hair at the nape of his neck and looked at Pansy's hair, her shoes, her trunk, anywhere but her piercing blue eyes.
"Draco, I know this is embarrassing, but can we just forget anything happened? I just want to go back to the way things used to be. I, um, miss you," she stuttered out, smoothing her robes. Pansy was a Slytherin as well, and Slytherin's never admitted feelings. Ever. This meant that Pansy, really did miss him. Draco looked up at her eyes for the first time. Pansy had a kind smile on her face. "Want to go tease the 1st years? I heard a story from Blaise about how the oaf Hagrid fed Aragog steroids and now he's five times stronger," Pansy asked, in a surprisingly kind voice. Draco knew this wasn't true, of course. But it sounded like fun. And maybe, just maybe, things could go back to the way they used to be.
But then Potter got in the way.
Draco and Pansy were sitting in a compartment that they had claimed after the 1st years ran off in fright. They had piled their assortment of candies around them, making a path through them and laughing as they remembered the terrified looks on the 11 year olds faces.
Draco started unwrapping another Chocolate Frog when the compartment door slid open. He dropped an outraged Herpo the Foul on the floor in surprise. Potter stood in the doorway, but when he saw who occupied the compartment he tried to slam the door shut. Draco caught the door with his foot and pulled it back open. Potter stood nervously, unmoving like a statue. Draco molded his face into a look of shock.
"What could the great Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Savior of the Wizarding World, want with a common person like me?" He asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Oh wait, I forgot. You just got lucky. Everyone knows that you haven't got a brain in there," he sniggered as he reached up and rapped Potter's skull. Harry ducked away quickly, trying to avoid Draco's glare.
"I was just looking for something. It's not here," he said in an unusually quiet voice for the normally load and boastful Harry Potter.
"What's wrong, Potter? Cat's got your tongue?" He smirked. It was near impossible to get the smirk off of Draco's face. He even had a look just for him to use. Anyone else caught using it would be hexed into oblivion by either Draco or his cronies. Harry looked down at the ground.
"No, I-I'm just looking for, um, something. It's not here," he said as he turned around. Draco caught his arm and spun the black haired boy back around.
"Stay, stay. We need someone to practice our hexing on, don't we, Pansy?" Draco said smoothly, hiding the massive grin that was starting to form on his face. Pansy nodded, looking dead serious. She was always a better actress than he was. She turned to Potter, who was at that point near tears,
"We just need someone who would be willing to be experimented on a little bit," she said, pulling out her wand before Potter could protest. Draco did the same. Harry backed up, trying to shut the door, but Draco and Pansy forced him inside the compartment. Draco locked the door as Pansy held Potter against the back wall.
"Wh-Wh-What do you want?" He stuttered, looking nervously from Pansy's wand to Draco's menacing face. He nervously tried to flatten his mangy hair over his eyes, as if not seeing them would make Draco and Pansy disappear.
"We just need to try out a new Truth Charm. Just been discovered by the Ministry, right Pansy?" Draco questioned, a sly grin sneaking across his face. "Maybe we could find out how you really make things go your way. Only with magic could someone beat me, the greatest Quidditch player of all time," Pansy nodded, struggling to contain a snicker. Even her amazing acting skills were being put to the limit at the sight of Potter's shaking face.
The green-eyed boy looked from Draco to Pansy, and then darted out underneath their outstretched arms, jerking the compartment door open. Draco snatched at his sleeve and Potter's plain, over-sized Muggle t-shirt ripped. Draco could barely contain his gasp. Up and down both of Potter's spindly arms were large, purple rings, as though someone had tried to shake him. His muscular chest was covered with similar purple markings.
Harry tried to cover the bruises without success. Pansy did nothing, simply staring in awe at the spots. Without even realizing it, Draco reached out and brushed one of Potter's many bruises. Harry winced at the touch, jerking back and breaking Draco out of his trance.
The two boys looked at each other before Harry gathered the remains of his shirt and bolted out the door. Draco didn't try to stop him this time. He sat down on his seat, stunned. He looked over at Pansy.
"It was caused by a Quidditch accident. Okay?" He said shakily. Draco wasn't about to get involved in some stupid drama. It probably was just a broom accident, it happened all the time to Draco, who could at least magic away the bruises. And if it wasn't, Potter probably had it coming. He was such a nuisance, it made sense. Who wouldn't want to wring his neck?