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Even though people don't agree with me.

Chapter Four

Train Ride, Truces and the Luggage Rack

After a couple of moments passed and no one said anything.

Hermione was staring intently at the two boys waiting for a reaction.

Then Harry and Ron just looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Hahahaaaaa! Malfoy giving Harry a present good one Hermione!" roared Ron

"Yeah and I suppose he's going to be asking for my hand in marriage next too!" snickered Harry.

Hermione went a little red in the face, whatever reaction she was expecting, it certainly wasn't them laughing.

"I'm serious!" she proclaimed offended they didn't take her seriously.

"Hermione, I know your a genius and everything but come on! Malfoy? He hates my guts!" Harry stressed out.

"Okay then!" Hermione huffed crossing her arms. "How many D's and M's do you know in this school,"

'Ah. She has a point there,' Harry thought as he and Ron went silent.

"How can we be for sure it's a female writing it?" she quizzed logically.

"How do we know, D and M is their real initials?" Harry smartly stated.

'Harry 1 Hermione 0' Harry thought when Hermione took a few moments to think about his question.

"Well perhaps it isn't their real initials," Hermione confessed making Harry inwardly celebrate that he outsmarted her.

"But if it is their real initials then Malfoy is the most likely," Hermione stubbornly said.

"How do we know it is him?" asked Ron curious.

"You can do the logical thing and ask him," Hermione smirked and started to read a book titled "Love in War".

"Pff. Like Malfoy would seriously answer me and I don't feel like searching for him," Harry huffed.

"You can ask him right now he is right outside the compartment door," Hermione stated her smirking almost turning into a smile.

Harry and Ron's heads darted towards the door to find Draco indeed outside it staring at them with an unusual pleasant look on his face.

The Boy Who Lived let his eyes wander to Draco's outfit...it was actually rather...attractive...

'STOP! Don't you dare think of such things!' Harry mentally growled to himself.

"What do you want Malfoy!" Ron growled instinctively.

The pleasant look turned to a grimace at Ron.

"I just want to talk to Har-I mean Potter," Draco stated regaining his ice prince demeanour.

Harry was about to get up with Draco until Ron stopped him by saying.

"Whatever you've got to say to Harry you can say in front of us!" Ron declared.

Draco sighed giving Ron and Harry a look that said 'Do I really have to?' which was met with untrusting glares.

"Well...I just wanted to know...did you like my gift?" Draco asked humbly pointing to Harry's ring.

Ron's mouth opened with shock, Harry sat there frozen and Hermione had a triumphant smirk on her face.

'Hermione - 1 Harry - 0' Harry thought woefully at his imaginary scoreboard.*

"I...ah...well...um," Harry thought lamely trying to come up with an answer.

"You did know it was me right?" Draco asked.

"Of course we did! Just you wait, we'll find out your evil plot Malfoy!" Ron piped up getting nose to nose with Draco.

'Weasley! Why the hell does he always have to be here? He was a rash on the arse from the very start,' Draco thought glaring at Ron.

"I bet you've cursed it," Ron growled.

"To be fair Ron, I've been wearing it since yesterday and I don't feel any different," Harry stated.

"Why are you defending him? You said you were feeling ill and had a huge headache! It was probably from that!" Ron declared.

"That's from a hangover Ron, that's normal," Harry continued unsure why he was defending Malfoy himself.

"Still Hermione should check it for curses!" Ron said in a paranoid way.

Hermione sighed closing her book and delicately setting it to the side and then she held out her hand.

"May I have the ring please?" Hermione asked rolling her eyes as if she was wasting her time.

"You better not damage that ring! It was really expensive!" Draco growled.

"I assure you if there is no curses it should remain in one piece," Hermione said to both Draco and Harry who was slightly unwilling to part with the ring himself.

Harry sighed and went to remove the ring.

"C'mon Harry what are you waiting for?" Ron asked impatiently waiting to be proved right that Malfoy was up to another fiendish plot.

"I can't get it off," Harry stated tugging the ring on his finger.

"What you mean you can't get it off?" Hermione asked rushing to Harry's side.

"I can't get it off! Its stuck!" Harry yelled trying to get it off like the ring was on fire. "Getitoff! Getitoff! Getitoff!"

Hermione went to tend to Harry's finger which was actually starting to go red.

"Ha! I knew you were up to something!" Ron proclaimed triumphantly.

"That wasn't me!" Draco defended himself from the red haired boy.

"Of course it was! You put a curse on the ring to make it stay on, proving that you Malfoy succeeded in pranking Harry," Ron said rolling his eyes.

"Actually Ron, Draco didn't curse it," Hermione stated after a few minutes of prying the ring off.

"Huh?"

"The ring was simply too small for his finger," Hermione stated testing the ring for curses.

"Oh yes, I Malfoy came up with a dastardly plan to prank Harry and maybe take over the world by giving him the wrong sized jewellery..." Draco said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Ha! I knew it!" Ron declared.

"Give me some credit Weasley," Draco sighed.

"Well its come out clean," Hermione stated giving Harry back his ring.

Harry silently put on his ring without looking at Ron or Draco.

"I think it suits me," was all Harry muttered.

"So why did exactly did you give Harry such a nice present?" Hermione asked hands on hips. But her voice hinted that she figured out why.

'So he can be my mate and lover,' Draco silently thought. 'No, play it subtle...for now, if I say anything like that in front of the Weasel I'd have no chance,'

"I just wanted to put our differences behind us," Draco said humbly.

Ron stood there gobsmacked, Hermione had a knowing smirk on her face while Harry looked equally shocked as Ron.

"Why would you want to make peace? You've been a prat to us from the start!" Ron spat at Draco.

"Actually if you remember I did want to be friends with Potter first," Draco pointed out trying to get some distance from the enraged red haired boy.

"Yeah, after you were a prat to me," Ron stated.

"Yes you, because you were being a prat and laughed at my name. That was before I even said anything to you," Draco explained.

'Don't punch the Weasel...don't punch the Weasel,' Draco thought inwardly.

Ron didn't exactly like the fact Draco for the first time gave a good reason to be a prat.

"Well I could tell the wrong sort just by looking at you," Ron huffed.

"Why Weasley, you sound just like a Malfoy," Draco smirked in a superior manner.

That did it.

Ron snarled and immediately whisked out his wand, seeing Weasley do this Draco did the same, then Harry ran in between the two boys as Hermione grabbed Ron's arm pulling him back.

"Ron for God's sake let him speak, you're making my headache worse," Harry scolded, making Ron stare at him like he'd grown two heads.

As Hermione tried to calm her friend down, The Boy Who Lived definitely starting asking questions.

"So why do you all of a sudden want to make peace?" Harry asked curious.

"Well my family has turned away from Voldemort," Draco stated.

"Why?" Harry asked astounded.

"My family and many others can't really take a man that seriously when he loses a fight against a teenager by him giving him an extremely long hair spell and setting his nostril hairs on fire,"*

Harry laughed at the memory of Voldemort screaming for people to put the fire out as it slowly made its way towards his nose.

Draco smirked at Harry's laughter. That boy had a dark side to him that he loved.

"To be honest after that, I don't he'll be coming back anytime soon," Draco laughed.

"So what about all the times you were nasty to me and my friends?" Harry asked.

"Well...that was really to get your attention, I mean all I wanted was for you to notice me," Draco admitted, careful not to reveal his secret crush towards him.

"So you want to make peace?" Harry asked crossing his arms.

"And maybe become your friend...?" Draco asked hopefully holding out his hand.

An angry muffled sound came from Ron in the corner of the train, seems Hermione gave up on trying to calm him down and covering his mouth with her hand.

Harry gave a conflicted look not really knowing what to say.

"Well..."

Draco immediately understood. 'Make him trust you first, play it cool,' thought Draco.

"Why don't I give you time to think about it," Draco said sincerely and gave Harry a wink before leaving the compartment.

'Was that my imagination or did Draco just...nah must have gotten an eyelash in his eye or something,' Harry thought puzzled.

If looks could kill Draco Malfoy would've been buried ten feet under by Ron's glare.

"I don't trust him," Ron mumbled as Hermione removed her hand.

"Obviously Ronald," she stated as she went back to her reading.

Ron gave Hermione an evil glare before turning to Harry.

"If you were smart you'd keep well away from Malfoy,"

"Ron, if my cousin managed to change his ways and at least try and be friendly then so could Malfoy," Harry stated firmly.

Ron knowing he wasn't going to win this topic so he gave Hermione and Harry the cold shoulder.

But Harry being the curious boy that he was, was itching to know more.

As Draco headed back to his compartment he met face to face with Blaise a teasing smirk on his face.

"So unsuccessful wooing Potter?" Blaise asked.

"How did you know?" Draco asked gobsmacked.

"Oh please it was obvious," his friend shrugged.

"Well it wasn't a defeat either," Draco said simply as they both walked down to their compartment.

Blaise and Draco sat down with Crabbe and Goyle sitting either side of them.

"Try again when you get to Hogwarts," Blaise said simply.

Blaise's eyes went wide as he the compartment door opened on its own.

"Must be a draft in here..." the boy said about to close the door.

"What the heck?" Blaise muttered as he struggled to close it then he was pushed back into Goyle's lap.

Goyle gave Blaise a smirk and winked.

"Ew God no!" Blaise yelled as he pushed the larger boy away.

"DRAKIE!" screeched Pansy which to Draco was like the sound of dying kittens.

The smaller girl successful managed to toss Crabbe out of his seat and snatch it for herself.

'Lord help me...' Draco thought trying to scoot away from the girl.

"Ohh Drakie, its soo nice to see you!" Pansy smirked digging her painfully sharp nails and pinning Draco's head to her lap.

Draco gave a look to Blaise that screamed 'Save Me!'.

"Um, Pansy that was my-" Blaise started.

"PUSHOFFITSMINE!" yelled Pansy making the Slytherin boys shrink back.

Draco's stared up at luggage rack, he could swear that some of the luggage was moving on its on...with a floating trainer...

'Potter,' Draco smirked.

Pansy smirked as well and started to stroke Draco's hair which caused the boy to grimace.

A large thing winded Draco as it jumped on his stomach.

"What the hell is that?" Blaise screeched seeing a scrawny looking thing on Draco.

"Oh that's my very expensive dog Precious," Pansy said in a superior than thou voice.

Draco stared at the poor dog, it hardly had any hair except a black tuft on top of its head with a purple bow decorating it, it was incredibly wrinkled and it had tiny dark eyes hidden underneath a few layers of skin.*

"...Is it even a dog?" asked Draco looking at Precious weirdly.

"Of course its dog silly Drakie!" Pansy cooed taking the dog and started fussing over it.

Blaise snickered and whispered to Draco, "Bears great resemblance to its master doesn't it?"

It was actually true, its eyes, nose and mouth were positioned the same. You'd notice it even more when the dog and owner was closer together.

This made Draco chuckle.

Draco's eyes darted towards the luggage rack again.

"Pansy please go to Millicent, I think we should get changed for Hogwarts," Draco said indicating his lack of uniform.

Pansy went instantly to the compartment next to theirs with Precious in her arms. Seeing Draco, or even Blaise half naked she wouldn't mind.

But seeing Crabbe or Goyle half naked?

No thanks.

Harry was extremely uncomfortable.

He was pinned in between an extremely heavy pink suitcase (Pansy's), a particularly dirty rucksack that smell like dirty socks (Goyle's) was right in front of his nose and he also managed to get chewing gum on his hand and so he decided to wipe it off on his clothes underneath the invisibility cloak which was a mistake since it was his uniform he was wearing.

Why did it seem like such a good idea to snoop on people?

All Harry wanted to know if Draco was genuine or not.

Well Draco has said nothing that would make him think that he wasn't.

All that he really learned was that Pansy's had a butt ugly dog (he was really starting to suspect animals could see through invisibility cloak since it started growling at his direction at one point), Blaise had explained with shifty eyes that he had six stepfathers that died "mysteriously"...interesting and Crabbe had cleverly hidden a Witchy Warts Magazine behind an upside down book.

As Crabbe was gazing at a half naked Gilderoy Lockheart (much to Harry's disgust) then Draco summoned Pansy out of the compartment and all the Slytherin boys started to undress.

'Quick save what's left of your innocence and don't look at Goyle or Crabbe for god's sake,' Harry thought to himself as Crabbe started to take his T-shirt off.

Desperate to look at something else his eyes somehow managed to drift towards Draco.

For some reason, Draco had a giant smirk planted on his face, Harry found that he couldn't take his eyes off of Draco's chest.

'Man I wish I had a body like that, its actually very...hot...'

Harry quickly mentally slapped himself.

'What did the alcohol do to your brain yesterday? Draco is NOT hot...as in a fanciable drop dead gorgeous way...'

As Draco finished undressing he could almost swear that he winked up in his direction of the luggage rack.

'Still hasn't quite managed to get the eyelash of his eye or something...'

Pansy slithered back into the compartment with Precious in her arms, she was also dressed into her Slytherin uniform and immediately she went straight to Draco.

"So Draco...I heard you're looking for a mate..." Pansy said in her seductive way (to Draco and Harry it was about as seductive as a walrus in a bikini).

"Yes," the young Malfoy confirmed in his superior way.

'Mate? As in a friend mate?' Harry thought.

"Yes Pansy, I am," Draco confirmed in his superior way.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" the young girl asked eagerly shifting closer towards the boy.

"Yes," Draco said taking a few steps away from her.

Pansy's eyes twinkled up until Draco's next comment.

"And its not you,"

Pansy gawped at the Malfoy.

"But who else could it be?" Pansy shrieked as if Draco had lost his marbles.

"Lets just say the person is very special to me..." Draco said staring directly at Harry.

'Oh crap! Does he know I'm here?' Harry thought blood going cold.

Pansy looked very annoyed at the lack of detail but before she could say anything the train came to a halt, routinely the Slytherins left the train but Pansy turned to Draco.

"Are you coming dear?" she asked.

"I'll be with you in a minute, there's something I need to check,"

The girl left and Draco stalked up close towards the luggage rack.

"You can come out now Harry...I can imagine that its not very comfortable up there,"

Silence.

Harry stubbornly remained silent and still.

Draco sighed and got out his wand.

'Oh crap!' Harry thought thinking he was going to be cursed but instead he got a few pokes in the stomach. The sudden sharp pokes made Harry jump...and made him fall out of the luggage rack along with a few suitcases.

The Boy Who Lived looked up to see the young Malfoy smiling broadly.

"You know Harry, if you wanted to be closer to me you could've asked..." Draco said as he helped Harry up.

"I doubt I could get very close to you with your Slytherin friends clinging so closely..." Harry muttered folding up his invisiblity cloak.

Seeing Draco's smirk, he realised his sentence came out in the totally wrong way.

"Wait that's not what I meant-"

"Harry," Draco said flinging his arm around Harry's shoulders and walked with him out of the train.

"I can smell you a mile away so when I saw luggage moving magically on its own and a mysterious floating trainer I knew it was your handy work," Draco confessed.

"Oh," Harry mumbled realising that at least for today he wasn't a very good spy.

"So hear anything interesting?" Draco asked keen on a conversation.

"Not that much really, but if you don't mind me asking why are you looking for a mate?" Harry asked at least trying to be nice back to Draco.

"What do you mean by that?" Draco asked puzzled.

"Well I thought you had more than enough friends..."

"Oh you think I meant a friend mate," Draco realised a little disappointed that Harry didn't catch a hint that he fancied him.

"Yeah, what else could it mean?"

"A lover, Harry, a partner etc. That's what I meant," the young Malfoy explained as they stepped off the train.

"Ooohh so you fancy someone!" dawned Harry.

"Yep,"

"So are you going to tell me who it is then?"

"Nope," Draco said simply leaving Harry perplexed.

"Huh? Why not? Aren't we...I don't know...friends now?" Harry asked desperately.

"I am if you want me to be Harry," Draco comforted.

Harry gave the young Malfoy a smile. He really seemed like he meant it.

"So why won't you tell me? I won't tell anyone! Promise!" Harry prodded.

'Except the Weasel, Granger, the Gryffindors, Hagrid, Albus and the rest of the gang,' Draco thought in amusment.

"How about this?" Draco turned to face Harry.

"Why don't you guess who I fancy?" Draco offered playfully flicking Potter's nose.

Malfoy went to the rest of the Slytherins as Harry rubbed his nose.

"Ow," Harry mumbled turning around to see:

1: Hermione with a Chesire Cat grin as if she knew something he didn't.

2: Ron looking very pissed off, as he was painfully gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

3: A bunch of very confused and blank Gryffindors.

A/N: This chapter was VERY hard to write. Not that I didn't know what to write.

But that the document editor, my internet, my laptop charger even my CUP OF TEA was against me.

I don't think I'll write much of Pansy in this story (or I may) just I really don't like her character and neither does J.K Rowling.

Similar to me she had some experiences with some nasty girls and Pansy is like the embodiment of all of them wrapped into one.

1) Harry has been thinking of Quidditch too much.

2) I've always imagine Voldemort, from the first time I watch the film of him being defeated in such a manner.

3) Pansy's dog was going to be a pug since she was described as pug-faced in the books, however I actually think pugs are quite cute. So its kinda a mix between a pug and some other poor creature.

Well, since I'm the only one enjoying the snow I might as well go outside.

Till Next Time

~Blazenix