Harry sat sourly, staring unseeingly out the train window. The moving landscape appealed to Harry's bad mood. The rain was pouring down, and even if he was trying to make out what was outside the window, the curtain of water prevented him. Despite being excited to return to the home that was Hogwarts, the fact that he was sitting alone on the Hogwarts Express for the first time made him angry and hurt. He knew it was no one's fault, yet he couldn't help blaming his friends. Ron and Hermione were likely enjoying the luxury of the prefect's carriage, Ginny and Luna were busy somewhere else, probably snogging. After a terrible summer, filled with thoughts of Cedric and letter-less days, it annoyed Harry that none of his friends, even Neville, thought of anyone but themselves. They had had good summers, no traumatic dreams, no abusive family and even though they knew how awful Harry felt, they didn't even have the decency to sit with him on the train. Harry knew he was being selfish, Ron and Hermione had prefect duties they couldn't avoid, and Ginny and Luna hadn't seen each other all summer, Harry knew how much they missed each other. He hadn't seen Neville, meaning he most likely didn't know Harry was alone. Nothing could lift him out of his bad mood, however, and as he watched the rain pour outside, the compartment door slid open. Harry glanced hopefully at the door. Maybe it was his friends. Disappointment and hatred shook his body as he saw his enemy, Draco Malfoy, standing smirking in the doorway.

"Alone are we, Potter," he chided, grinning.

"Fuck of Malfoy," Harry snapped, turning angrily back to the window.

"Language Potter, better not let any first years hear." He closed the door and pulled down the blinds, covering the small window on the compartment door.

Malfoy was already dressed in his Slytherin robes, his green tie standing out against his pale skin. He strutted towards Harry before sitting down on the cushioned bench beside him. Leaning against the compartment wall opposite the window, he stretched out his legs, placing them in Harry's lap.

"Take my shoes off, will you Potter?"

"You're kidding," Harry laughed, looking over at the Slytherin. "Where are Crabbe and Goyle, I'm sure they'd love to take your shoes off?"

"Don't know, don't care," Malfoy responded lazily, placing his hands behind his head. "Suit yourself Potter, but mind you, my shoes are heavy and who knows where they've been." Raising one foot up towards Harry's face, who pushed it away only for it to be raised again.

"Fine! Fine!" Harry spat. "I'll take your bloody shoes off. You better not mention this to anyone." A warm blush was creeping into his cheeks. If anyone found out he was taking orders from Draco Malfoy… he didn't want to think about it.

"Don't worry Potter, I won't tell. Oh, and don't crease the laces."

They sat like that for a while, Harry getting warmth from Draco's legs as night was fast approaching and it was getting cold in the compartment. Harry kept glancing at the boy who was reading a book, and every so often glancing up at him. Malfoy was shivering slightly, Harry smiled to himself, the boy was cute when cold as a blush was on his cheeks as his body pumped blood, trying to keep him warm. Harry shook his head vigorously, trying to get that thought out of his head. Draco rose to his feet and Harry shuddered at the absence of his legs on him. The Slytherin walked to the door before locking it. He turned to face Harry, before coming back to the bench. But instead of returning to his previous seating position, he leant his back on Harry's chest, his head resting back in the crook of Harry's neck.

"Ahh," Harry stuttered. "W-what are you doing?" His body tensed up at the presence of his enemy peacefully close to him.

"I'm cold, Potter. And besides, you make a good cushion." Harry was in shock. What was going on? Malfoy, laying on him, no, cuddling him. It was the strangest thing to happen to Harry, he now realised why the blonde had locked the door. It felt oddly good to have the boy in his arms. It was almost like Draco was letting his guard down and Harry felt somewhat honoured for it to be with him. The boy shivered against Harry, who instinctively wrapped his arms around him. Draco looked up at Harry. Despite being taller, because of his position, he had to look up at Harry to look at him. Harry saw a glint in Draco's eyes, and he had the sudden urge to brush a kiss on his subtle pink lips. Harry bit his lip to stop himself from touching the boy more than he was. Draco smirked. Sitting up slowly, the Slytherin leant towards Harry.

"Like this, don't you, Potter?" Harry gulped. "Answer my question, Potter." Draco whispered, his hot breath on Harry's face, uncomfortably close to Harry. He nodded. Draco smirked.

"Thought so." He laughed. "What if I do this? Do you like this, Potter?" Draco had pressed his forehead to Harry's, noses touching. Harry nodded slowly. "Use your words, Potter."

"Yes," Harry gulped. He was feeling immensely uncomfortable, yet happy. It worried Harry. How come this felt good? Why was he enjoying it?

"What if I did this." Draco brushed his lips against Harry's. It was only for a second, but it erupted something in Harry. He grabbed Draco's collar, covering the boy's lips with his. Kissing him roughly, Harry felt him kiss back. Draco moved from beside Harry to straddle him, wrapping his legs around his waist. Harry's lips parted, allowing Draco's darting tongue to enter his mouth. Harry gripped Draco's platinum hair as the boy's arms flung around his neck. There they sat, passion and lust coming from both of them as they eagerly kept the kiss going, with no intention to stop. Draco tugged at Harry's shirt, breaking the kiss for the first time to lift the t-shirt off, before returning to kiss him. Harry fiddled with Draco's shit buttons, as the Slytherin threw his robes to the ground and put his hands on Harry's bare back, fingernails leaving long scratches running along his spin. Draco sucked on Harry's neck as his shirt was peeled off his sweating body. A bruise was forming as he sucked, and Draco smiled to himself as he marked his territory. Despite the enjoyment and lust, the blonde wanted more. He fiddled with the zipper of Harry's pants, feeling the Gryffindor's breath hitch.

"Malfoy," Harry moaned into the boy's mouth. "Malfoy no." Finally pulling away from the kiss.

"C'mon Potter," Malfoy growled. "It'll be fun, better than all this."

"No Malfoy… not here. Not know."

"The door's locked if that's what you're worried about." Draco said, laughing.

"Malfoy, it was fun, really fun. But I can't go any further. Not with you."

Draco scowled. "As you wish Potter," he drawled, leaving Harry's lap and putting his shit back on before making his way to the door.

"Malfoy, wait." The boy turned as Harry stood up, dashing towards him. Grabbing his collar again, Harry pushed his lips to Draco's. Pulling his waist towards him, Harry broke the kiss, panting.

"Not a word," Harry muttered.

"I wouldn't dare."

"Again sometime," Harry said.

"See you round, Potter." Malfoy said, before stalking out the train compartment, leaving Harry alone.