A/N Yikes. Sorry about the delay for this chapter, I wasn't quite sure how to start it. Thanks for all the reviews! Wheeness! Demeter- I know Draco was a bit out of character, but I assure you, he's not going to suddenly go 'light'. I want him to be the same Malfoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine, JK's.

Seven years of Bad Luck

Chapter 3: Aboard the Hogwarts Express

Draco looked wildly above the heads of the crowd of students surrounding him, searching for a mop of untidy black hair. Well, lots of the students had black hair, but Draco, assured that Harry wasn't at the station yet, proceeded to lug his trunk onto the scarlet steam engine in front of him.

It had to be Harry, hadn't it? It couldn't be anyone else, could it? Draco had always considered Harry his mortal enemy, but then again, the Weasel came a close second…

"Harry! Hey, Harry!"

Draco turned sharply, afraid of what he might see. The Weasel was waving his arms about like an idiot, the Mudblood at his side, both of them rushing to see…

Draco, eyes wide with fear, literally dived into the open door of the last carriage and threw himself into a seat, breathing slightly louder than normal. He couldn't go on throughout the whole school year like this. How could he not look at Potter for a whole year? There were lessons, there was Quidditch! And there was his reputation… what would everyone think when they found he no longer paid attention to the Potter boy?

Draco put his head in his hands and sighed loudly. Suddenly, the carriage door slid open, and his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, lumbered in. Pretending to scratch his head, Draco looked up again and opened his mouth to say something to the two, when the door opened again and he heard a voice.. Harry's voice.. saying, "Hang on, Ron, this one might be empty,"

Horror struck, Draco buried his head into the seat next to him. Crabbe and Goyle looked bewildered.

"Malfoy? You're not crying, are you?" asked Harry, half taunting, half serious. Ron sauntered in. "Oh. It's him. What's wrong with him?"

Draco made sure his eyes were completely covered, and shouted out, in a muffled voice, "Potter, Weasel, just get out of here. Now."

Ron shrugged. "Free country." Draco emitted a growl of frustration from under his arm. Harry reached forward and grabbed Draco's arm, yanking him upwards.

Out of shock, Draco opened his eyes for a split second… but that was enough.

A glaring red light illuminated the two boys, filling the whole carriage. Both felt a tingling sensation, Draco where Harry's hand was clutching his arm, and Harry his hand.

When the light had subsided, Harry opened his mouth to question the blonde demandingly, but Draco let forth a stream of bad language and clenched his other fist.

"STUPID MIRROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A/N Oh my GOD, how short was that chapter? But I didn't really want to put the next chapter in under it, so I guess it'll have to do.