A very eventful train ride

It has been seven years since Harry Potter first burst onto platform 9 and ¾. In some ways it felt like it was his first year all over again. He felt the excitement fluttering deep within his bowels, as if his insides were squirming to find the new adventures that awaited him. It was the thrill of the unknown.

"Harry," an urgent voice crept into his consciousness.

"What?"

"The train's about to depart," Mrs. Weasley said kindly, too kindly, as if she pitied him. He felt his cheeks flush.

"Oh, thanks."

"It's okay dear."

"Bye Mrs. Weasley."

"See you soon Harry," Mrs. Weasley said giving him a very motherly, very tight and very soft hug. Harry felt himself melding into her; and for a moment all he felt was her love. The train's whistle sounded and Harry hurried onto the train with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna. They waved goodbye to the tearful Mrs. Weasley until she became a just a miniscule dot on the horizon.

"So," Hermione began, searching for the right words.

"Feels good to be back," Neville said good-naturedly, his round face beaming with happiness.

"Yes it is," Hermione said. "I can't believe I haven't see you and Luna since the picnic. How long has it been?"

"Seven months or five Nargle years," Luna intoned dreamily, not looking up from reading the Quibbler. Harry couldn't help but grin, some things never change.

"So have you all heard about Malfoy?" Ron asked, getting fired up. Then again, some things do.

"Yes, daddy ran an article on it in. Did you all see it?"

"No, I'm sorry I missed it, Luna," Hermione said and Harry could have sworn she looked as though she was making a mental note.

"That's too bad. Daddy put a lot of effort into it."

"What was it about Luna?" Ginny asked kindly.

"It was about how the Slytherins are infiltrating the muggles so that they can steal their magic."

"But Luna," Hermione began cautiously, "muggles don't have magic. That's why they're muggles."

"Of course they do, it's called electrickity," Luna stated matter-of-factly. Hermione sighed and Luna resumed reading the Quibbler.

"Did you hear about the surprise McGonnagal has in store for us?" Harry asked, eager to change the subject.

"Yeah, Gran knows about it, she said she helped to set it up. Won't tell me what it is though. It's pretty annoying, because after what I've been through you'd think she trust…" Neville trailed off as the temperature in the carriage plummeted.

Everyone suddenly became very interested with his or her shoes, every now and then throwing Harry a glance. Harry felt his irritation building. "Look, it's okay to talk about it. We beat Voldemort and lost a lot of people we care about. It's okay to be sad and it's okay to talk about it. Just don't pretend it never happened," he snapped.

Hesitant nods went around the room as Harry glared at them. "So, Luna," Ron began, "how about those nargles." Harry cried out in exasperation and stomped out of the carriage.

Thankfully, he only had to barge through two carriages of gawking first years before he reached the toilets. He pushed open the door and there, with his back Harry, reliving himself, was Draco Malfoy. Harry pondered walking out again but realised he didn't have anywhere to go, so he did the only thing he could do. He walked up to Draco, opened his robes, unzipped his pants and began to tinkle.

Draco just stared blankly ahead, as though he didn't realise someone else had entered the room. Harry's eyes made a quick glance at Draco's member, completely on their own accord and his eyes nearly popped out. A wide smirk spread across Draco's face and turned to face Harry. There were no words to describe the utter horror on his face for a split second. Then, he regained his cool. "I always knew you were a fruit," he smirked and languidly exited the bathroom.

"Fucking Malfoy," Harry muttered angrily.

Harry made his way back to his carriage when he felt poke on his back. He whipped around to see a small blonde girl who was obviously in her first year. Merlin, I wasn't that small when I was in first year, was I? "What?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Sorry, I just wanted to ask are you Harry Potter?" Harry fought hard to keep his irritation in check, after all, he told himself, you want anonymity.

"Yes, I am."

"I was told to give you this," and with that the little blonde girl stamped on his foot and ran away.

"What the?" Harry began not registering what had just happened when he heard Slytherin laughter. "Not everyone wants your autograph pot-head," Pansy taunted.

"And not everyone wants to see your face Pansy," Ginny said from behind Harry.

"Going to let your girlfriend fight your fights Potter?"

"Let's go Harry," Ginny said pulling on Harry's arm, "don't drop to their level." Harry nodded in agreement.

"Fine run away Potter, run back to your mother, oh wait, I forgot she's dead." Harry stopped walking and slowly turned around when Draco walked into the compartment. He looked around the compartment and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Petrificus Totalus," he said, almost lazily and Harry and Ginny fell backwards, stiff as a Hippogriff's hide.

"Well," Draco said, "are you all just going to stand there or is someone going to get a teacher?" He raised his eyebrows at a furious Pansy and she huffed and slinked out of the room.

In what seemed like seconds later, Slughorn's rounded form lumbered into the compartment. "Now what's all this? Who did this?"

"He did, Professor," a first year pointed at Draco accusingly.

"Is this true Mr. Malfoy? Did you do this to Harry?"

"He was going to attack Miss Parkinson, and whilst I'm all for a good duel, I thought it was my duty as Head Boy to uphold school rules."

Professor Slughorn looked at Draco suspiciously. "Very well then, Reverto Totalus," Harry stood up wearily and pulled Ginny up. "Now Harry my boy, why don't you and Miss Weasley head back to your carriage, I'm sure you're sorely missed. As for you Miss Parkinson and Mr. Malfoy, I would like a word with you. Follow me please."

Harry resignedly walked back to his carriage. "What took you guys so long, why are your clothes so rumpled," Ron asked. Then realisation seemed to hit. "Wait, can that, I don't want to know."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "It was Malfoy."

"What'd he do?" Ron asked springing to his feet.

"Oh, sit down Ron, I'll explain," and Ginny explained what had just transpired.

"Malfoy, that prat," Ron said.

"That's very strange though, Malfoy and Pansy going against each other," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Bad breakup," Luna said, nodding.

"What?" Harry asked.

"It was in Nocturne Alley about six months ago. Draco and Pansy were having a very heated argument. Well at least Pansy was heated, she was yelling all these things at Malfoy. He looked quite bored. Actually, so was I. Then Draco just Disapparated."

"Wait, why were you in Nocturn Alley, Luna?" Hermione asked.

"I was following Draco."

"Why?"

"For daddy's article of course. I'd much rather have been observing the Nargles, but at least I didn't have to follow him for too long."

"How long did you follow him for?" Neville asked.

"About two weeks."

"What did he do?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Not much. He met with a lot of people, took a lot of photos, walked down this platform thing, went to a lot of parties and slept with a lot of girls."

"Don't tell me you watched Luna?" Hermione said astounded.

"No, I was reading the Quibbler."

"Well I guess he's not too upset about his parents going to jail," Harry noted.

"When has Malfoy gotten upset about anything other than his possessions?" Ron asked as the carriage door opened.

"Don't you have anything else to do besides obsess over me, Weasel?" Draco drawled.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron spat.

"Basking in you loveliness. What the hell do you think I'm doing? Getting back to my carriage," Draco said walking through their carriage.

When he'd left, Luna sighed. "Such a good looking boy, such a bad personality," as the carriage door opened again.

"Out of your league, Loony," Pansy said maliciously as she stalked after Draco.

Ron sighed. "Such a pug of girl, such a pug of a personality," and the carriage burst into peals of laughter.