1,662 words~ yay! lol

Diss the Claim: No owning of, have I, the Harry Pottering ways, that created has the JK Rowling. "These are not the droids you're looking for."

Dedicated to anonymous reviewer Galaxy. Who has only reviewed once :(

I had fun writing this chapter. There's... "humour" and angst! I like angst for some reason. It just... Is fun to write...

OKAY THANK YOU ALL WHO POINTED OUT THE CHAPTER WAS SOMEHOW... Written twice? I have no clue how that happened... -_-; But I have fixed it! Thanks everybody!

A boy with strawberry blonde hair and a put upon expression popped his head in and asked, "Anyone seen a toad? Some girl with bushy hair is looking for it."

Harry shook his head, and looked inquiringly at Draco, who replied thoughtfully, "I think... I saw one... Oh, two cars down... But that was when I first got on the train, so..." He trailed off unhelpfully with an elegant shrug and Harry rolled his eyes.

The boy, obviously a first year by his unadorned robes, twisted his mouth in discontent, "Thanks for that."

"Anytime," Draco responded nonchalantly, waving off the "gratitude."

"I guess I might see you both at Hogwarts," He looked as if he was considering whether or not he really wanted to, "I'm Ernie Macmillan."

"Harry and Draco Malfoy," Harry introduced, gesturing at himself and Draco in turn.

"You don't look alike; betrothed?" Ernie ventured uneasily.

Harry paused, confused, before understanding made his face light up red, "No! No, no, I just am not giving out my last name yet..."

Ernie nodded condescendingly, and returned disbelievingly, "Ri-ight, that's got to be it," before turning on his heel to leave, closing the door behind him,

Harry stared at the closed door, muttering plans of vengeance as Draco determinedly kept a straight face, as maniacal laughter was only appropriate on the inside right now.

Elsewhere, Jamie ran frantically through the cars, throwing open doors and ignoring the indignant and sometimes embarrassed shouts of the occupants within, with only one word on his lips.

"HARRY!"

Harry sneezed suddenly and Draco offered him a monogrammed handkerchief wordlessly without looking up from the book he had taken out during the time it took for Harry to calm himself. After blowing his nose, he folded it neatly, "I'll wash it and give it back."

Draco shook his head, "I've got a ton, keep it."

Harry crinkled his nose and slid it into a small drawer near the bottom of his trunk, "Thanks."

Draco rolled his eyes at the pages of his book, but refrained from offering any scathing remarks about how hackneyed sarcasm had become. Harry sat down heavily with a sigh, and when Draco continued to ignore him, he scooted closer so he could read over the blonde's shoulder. Draco's eyes flickered towards him absently, but dismissed his existence as "insignificant" and returned to the book. The page was, as per usual for magical texts, written by quill on parchment; although each book only need be written once and magical copies could be made, muggleborns often complained that using a typewriter was much easier and simpler. Harry recognized it as The Standard Book of Spells: First Edition and surprisingly, it was well worn, with dog-eared pages and writing in the margins with different ink colors. With both boys immersed in the reading, silence reigned supreme until they came to one section where Harry just had to know what was going through the head of whoever wrote the last note. "How does getting angry increase the potency of a Cheering Charm?" He asked incredulously, "That doesn't make any sense."

Looking up, Draco blinked rapidly as his mind tried to process what was going on in the real world before he regained his composure. "If you had read the note beneath that, you'd have seen that I tried it out, and wrote that it was probably because when you're angry, you tend to push more power into your spells than you would in normal situations, and people tend to under-cast the cheering charm- which actually requires much more energy than you would think, since you're literally changing someone's mindset and outlook, though." There was, in fact, a spiky green scrawl beneath the words Harry had his finger on.

Instead of grinning evilly and tackling the rich, influential, intelligent, and thankfully fun to be around boy he had just now decided would be his new "best friend" in a flying pounce-glomp-hug, he smiled and thanked Draco for explaining. I was so very, very smart to befriend the Malfoy heir, He grinned at Draco, who looked ever so slightly torn between amusement and mystification, and they returned to the book with Harry asking clarifying questions every so often, or rather, every other page since he swore that if it wasn't really doodles, then the green inked onto the page was definitely not the Queen's English.

Around halfway through the book, Draco's scrawling notes died out, leaving the book dominated by squared off, blocky black, and loopy flowing red cursive with every single vowel separated from its relevant word. Harry smirked at Draco's last attempt at an addition, 'I have absolutely no clue.'

"Hey, I only got this book from father two weeks ago," Draco defended, "I was planning to continue on the train, and it's not like I could just ignore the other school books."

Harry leaned in with a smug grin and opened his mouth, ready to agitate his future best friend further, 'testing the limits' shall we say, when the door to their compartment slammed open.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Jamie shrieked, before continuing in a slightly "manlier" shout, "DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WORKING MY ARSE OFF, LOOKING FOR YOU?"

Harry bristled, "I'm not a kid, Jam-"

"The hell you aren't!" Jamie retorted, "What if something had happened to you? You're the only heir to the Potters and the Blacks!"

"I can take care of myself-" Harry started, beginning to feel guilty only to be cut off yet again.

"Right, like you've done so far, staying near a Malfoy. Are you canoodling with the enemy? What, is he your boyfriend?" Draco and Harry slid slightly away from each other, despite not knowing what "canoodling" meant.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Harry exclaimed, standing up as he spoke, "Stop it! It's not like you're really my brother, anyway!" Shocked silence met his words, and he winced, "I'm sor-"

"No, no need, I'm not your brother," Jamie's face was stone, and Harry felt himself growing cold from the iciness in his voice, "But I do care about you, and I do know you need someone to act like a brother, so you know what? I'm the best you can get." He turned to walk out of the room, yet paused at the threshold, "I'll be in the compartment two doors over if you need me." The door shut with a quiet click, but Harry still winced. Draco hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder and Harry closed his eyes, putting his head in his hands. Growing bolder as Harry hadn't rejected the friendly comfort, Draco moved so his arm was around the slumped boy's shoulders.

"I don't know a thing about brothers- only child- but…" Harry looked up at Draco through his fingers to encourage him to continue, "I think he'll come around. You didn't say any thing too bad."

Harry groaned again and slid to the floor in a puddle of despair. Despite being a wonderful addition to his influence politically and great for his magical growth, Draco obviously could not be counted on for family advice. Draco pulled him back up onto the seat, and then stood to take down his trunk.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked quietly after a few moments of rustling as Draco rummaged through the magically expanded trunk.

"Changing," Draco responded, pulling his shirt over his head when he found a white button-up shirt with the Hogwarts crest on a corner of the collar, "You should, too; we're almost there."

Harry turned this over in his mind. "How do you know?"

"My father told me around how long the trip takes."

"Oh." Harry had nothing left to say, and commented vacantly, "Handy."

"Yep."

That... was a "dramatic" ending... But I wanted... To post what I had.

Does anyone else have this weird image of Draco spinning dramatically to face Ernie in a dress with medium blonde curls to give him a lusty wink before saying "Anytime" or is that just me?

In my head:

"Thanks." The sarcasm was as subtle as a pissed off rhinoceros, but it slid off Draco like water off a duck's back.

Draco crossed his legs, causing the skirt to ride up slightly and show his legs. With a sultry grin, Draco gave the boy a slow wink, "Anytime."

Harry rolled his eyes and shut the door as Ernie turned bright red and fell to the ground in a dead faint.

:End

Well, uh *cough* THAT was weird... No Draco will not be crossdressing nor feminine in the actual story. Thank you good night. :)