Draco was still shaking slightly as he stepped out of the scarlet train. He heard the usual clamber of students finding friends and heading towards the carriages together. He heard the normal, "Firs' years! Firs' years o'er here!" said by the mountainous Hagrid, someone who Draco and his friends despised. The only real reason for this was that Harry and his friends enjoyed Hagrid's company, so the oaf obviously must be bad news.
Seeing as every carriage was filling quickly, Draco moved quickly into one of the remaining carriages, not bothering to see who was inside. It was only when he sat down and looked at his surroundings that he realized that the lanky, shaking boy in front of him was none other than Harry Potter. Draco silently cursed the wretched boys existence(for the second time that day) and continued to stare, as if never seeing the boy, out the window. After only a minute, the carriages lurched forward and the invisible thestrals started to move forward. The green-eyed boy was still shivering, as if being cursed with an unseen wind. No others occupied the carriage. It was just Draco and the wretched Potter boy. The blonde scanned Harry from head to toe and made a noise of disgust. The other boy looked up and caught Draco's eye. He didn't say anything for a while. Then he sighed, turned forward, and said suddenly,
"What is it this time?"
Draco was taken aback with Potter's forwardness. Ever since fourth year when he was found clutching Cedric's dead body, the Boy Who Lived had been uncharacteristically….quiet. Draco leaned back in the plush seat and smiled.
"What makes you believe there is something wrong?" he said with ease. Harry looked annoyed.
"Why else would you come into this carriage? You always come to torture me when something's not going your way." Draco laughed.
"You are mistaken, Potter. There is nothing wrong in my life. Everything is perfect," he said casting an amused glance at Harry. For once, when Draco said this, it was true. His mother was less frantic, he was friends with Pansy again, his father was completely out of his life...no there were no problems. Potter smirked, as if he knew something Draco didn't. He looked casually at his nails and stated with an air of know,
"If you say so…"
Draco looked at him oddly. Why would he say that? Was there something going on that only Potter knew about? Was it about….Draco gulped as he left the thought hanging in his mind. Potter and his stupid Order knew that Draco's father was a Death Eater. Could it possibly be something about that?
His worrying questions were interrupted by a lurch and groan as the carriages pulled to a stop. Harry looked out the window nervously. "We can't be there yet, it takes at least 15 minutes to get all the way up to the castle!" He looked worried. Draco heard him mumble under his breath, Oh shit, before his hand flew to his forehead as he gasped in pain. When he looked back up, Draco saw that his eyes had turned blank, the vibrant green irises turning to white nothingness in seconds. He smiled, but it wasn't his normal, please-don't-look-at-me-I've-had-enough-attention-in-my-life smile. No, this smile was empty and left Draco feeling invaded.
Harry moved forward and placed his hands on Draco's neck. Draco searched for his wand and, not finding it, he tried to push the seemingly-possessed boy off of him. The blonde nearly screamed when he found that no matter how hard he pushed, Harry just kept moving forward, advancing on Draco like a hunter cat on his prey. Green eyes pierced grey ones as Harry moved so close Draco could hear his ragged breath. And then Harry did the exact opposite of what Draco thought he would do.
Harry Potter kissed him.
After that, Draco's mind went crazy. Half of him was enjoying the kiss so much, a quarter was yelling at the other half for enjoying it and the remaining piece actually wondered what the hell was going on. The portion enjoying took over as Harry's hands moved downwards. Draco let out a groan of pleasure as the other boys hands dusted over his now hard cock. It was only when Draco looked up into Harry's cold, blank eyes that he remembered what was happening. He threw the black haired boy off of him and scooted to the fair end of the deep purple bench.
Harry looked confused. Everything was going so well until Draco threw him off. After a few seconds, Harry's head drooped and he fell against the wall of the carriage. The blonde felt relieved that the experience was over, but some part of him missed the feeling of Potter's hands across his body. He shook his head and tried to think about what just happened.
His confused musings were interrupted by Professor McGonagall opening the carriage door, looking like a pale, shaky wreck.
"Mr. Malfoy? What…." she said, looking from Harry to Draco. She became sober and still. "Come with me, Mr. Malfoy. I will carry Mr. Potter," she said briskly. She took out her wand and waved it a Potter, and almost immediately he rose a couple of inches in the air.
"Professor, what-"
"I'll explain more at the castle. For right now, we have to get Mr. Potter to the hospital wing," she said shortly, and didn't say another word until they got to the hospital wing, where they were greeted by a frantic Madame Pomfrey.
