Chapter 5:: Why me?
Breakfast came early, and everyone had to have their trunks packed and ready before they were aloud to eat breakfast. Ron showed his dissatisfaction with this by throwing things about and muttering. He was quickly stopped when his mum came into the room and told him that there would soon be nothing left for breakfast if he was to keep carrying on the way he was. That made him stop grumbling and pack faster – he loved breakfast. No matter what it was.
"Boyssss!!! It's time to get all of your things together! You're leaving in 5 minutes! CHOP-CHOP!" Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs at Harry and Ron. They were lagging behind because they had gotten caught up talking about next years Quidditch team.
"Yeah mum! In a minute!" Ron yelled down the stairs. "MUM!!!!!!! DON'T FORGET WE'RE UP HERE!" Ron suddenly remembered – he didn't want to have to take the newest flying car to school again like in second year. That didn't turn out well, and if this car were anything like the old one – it wouldn't be a pretty picture. Ron hated howlers.
"I won't if you hurry up dear!"
Harry packed the rest of his things messily into his trunk and started to walk down the stairs. "Harry, you're forgetting Hedwig!"
"No, I have her cage. She's delivering a package for me. She'll meet us at Hogwarts."
"Oh, alright. I wish I didn't have to pack around this damned little bird..." Pig started to squawk and flutter around the cage nervously. He didn't like traveling. "Shut up Pig!! We'll be on the train soon... not that that makes it any better – but still! Shut up!"
"Ronn... that's no way to talk to your pet." Harry said with a disappointed scowl as he walked down into the kitchen.
"Well he's loud and dumb Harry."
Fred walked by and laughed "Just like you then?"
"Oh bugger off!" Ron mumbled.
The family all stood around the car and Mr. Weasley looked around the house. "Alright kids! Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermoine... aaand... oh. That's it this year then? Right... I keep forgetting that everyone else is out of school... silly me! Get your things ready then. Here you go Ginny dear." He had put her things into the trunk. "Ron? Harry! You have your things all in the car then?"
"Yes." They both said in unison.
"Good!! Hermoine! You have your things in the car?"
"Of course I do Mr. Weasley." She smiled sweetly as she got into the car.
Ginny jumped forward she claimed the front seat. "SHOTGUN!"
"She always gets front seat Dad!" Ron started to whine.
"Oh Ron, come sit back here with me and Harry. We don't bite you know." Hermoine rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.
"Yeah Ron, We don't bite... hard." Harry winked and laughed.
"Right! Fine! Mock me. I don't care." Ron said sarcastically as he got into the car. "Hermoine is sitting in the middle then. I want a window seat if I can't have the front seat."
Hermoine rolled her eyes again. "Yes, Yes Ron. Get in the car, we're going to be late."
The group of people made it to the platform with 10 minutes to spare. Mr. Weasley made sure all of the trunks and various cages all made it onto the train safely. The four kids hugged Mr. Weasley and said their goodbyes. "Enjoy your year hey! Don't get into too much trouble kids!" He laughed, and waved as he disappeared through the wall.
Hermoine, Ron, and Harry all shared a compartment – as usual. Hermoine had gotten out a book and started to read. She always had her nose in a book; it surprised Harry that she had friends sometimes. It seemed as if her only friends were words and pictures. The one thing she would always make time for was her books – no matter what.
Ron had taken out his video game, something that he had gotten from a muggle store. Since Harry had nothing else to do, he decided to look out the window. He was thinking about Draco and the kiss they shared. His cheeks turned pink, but he didn't seem to care. He was wondering why Draco told him not to be afraid of him. Harry wasn't afraid of Draco; he was just caught off guard. Harry loved Draco's blonde hair. He always fantasized about running his hand through his hair, now that Draco didn't load it down with gel. Infact, Harry loved everything about Draco. His chiseled face, snow-white skin, and beautiful silver eyes... he could go on forever about this wonderful boy.
Just then, Draco opened the compartment door. The trio snapped their heads up and looked at the door. Draco was wearing his school uniform and smiling. "Hello."
"Hey Draco. How's it going?" Ron said after he looked back at his video game.
"Fine." Draco moved to sit down beside Harry. He didn't look at Harry though, but he did sit closer than he usually would did. Hermoine had turned back to her book
Harry looked over at Draco and smiled. "Hi..."
Draco looked over at Harry and sighed. "Hello Potter."
Harry's cheeks went red, as he was mad that he called him Potter. He had told him to stop calling him that since they were friends now. He stopped himself when they were alone, why didn't he stop himself now? Harry turned and looked out the window, he propped one elbow on the window ledge.
"Hermoine, I need to ask you something."
Hermoine still had her head buried in the book. She didn't even look up when she answered. "Hmm... Yes, and what's that Draco?"
"Are you a prefect this year?"
"Mmm... Yes I am. Why?" She placed her finger on the beginning of a sentence in her book and sighed as she looked up at Draco.
"No reason. I just wanted to know who the prefects were this year. Harry, are you a prefect?" He suddenly turned and looked at Harry. He was still looking out the window when he answered.
"No."
Draco looked at Harry for a moment longer. He noticed that Harry was mad at him. Harry didn't even notice that Draco had called him by his first name. "Oh. All right. That's all I wanted to know. See you all at school."
"Yeah. See you." Ron mumbled. Hermoine looked back down at her book. Harry turned his head on his fist and watched Draco leave. He sighed quietly as he turned back to the window.
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The feast was grand, as always. Harry clapped without feeling when the new wizards and witches were sorted into Gryffindor. Dumbledore had said his speech, and the food was served. Hermoine snuffed at the food, as she always did. She still didn't approve of the house-elves. She eventually ate it anyway she hadn't eaten since breakfast.
Once dinner was over, and everyone was safe in their common rooms, Harry decided to go for a walk along the lake. He enjoyed his walks along the lake. They were always comforting. Harry imagined that he was walking along the beach with his parents. Just as Harry had sat down near the shoreline, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry snapped his head up and tried to see who it was. The first thing that he saw was a shock of white-blonde hair. Harry looked back towards the lake with a scowl on his face.
"What do you want Draco."
"Nothing. I just wanted to sit and watch the lake for a while." Draco stepped down and sat next to Harry, resting his arms on his legs and clasping his hands.
Harry looked over at him and noticed that Draco was looking at him smiling. "You know... On the train, I forgot to call you Harry. I'm just so used to calling you Potter, I have for near 6 years. It's a hard habit to forget." Draco didn't apologize for saying it though. Being a Malfoy – Harry didn't expect that he would apologize for anything.
Harry looked at Draco for a moment longer and then looked back at the lake nodding. He suddenly felt a hand around his waist. Harry looked at Draco. "What are you doing?"
"Putting my hand on your waist."
"Obviously..."
Draco laughed and kept his hand where it was. He looked back out at the lake.
Harry looked at the rock in his hand and began to blush. "Draco, back in Hogsmede – after... well you know what... you told me not to be afraid of you... why?"
"Why? Because you were afraid of me Harry. You were afraid of what I was doing. I probably shouldn't have done it – but that doesn't mean that I take it back. I liked the feeling of your lips on mine when I kissed you."
"You... you did? Why?"
"You ask a lot of questions." Draco laughed and thought about his answer for a while. "Well... my first thought would be because I hadn't had any contact with any guys in a long time. But that would be a lie-" Harry's heart began to race – not because he was embarrased, but with anger. "Harry, the reason why I liked kissing you is because – clearly, I like you. I have for a while, ever since we stopped being excessively mean to eachother. I wouldn't kiss anyone who wasn't worthy of it. I think that you are worth the kisses I give you, and a lot more."
Harry scoffed. "You think that I am worth your kisses? I have the feeling that it's a complement – but I also feel like it's an insult. To be worth something means you have a price."
Draco took his arm back and stood facing Harry. "God Harry... you can't take a complement when it is given to you, you analyze everything. It's like there has to be a hidden meaning behind it. Harry, understand this – I don't kiss everyone." Draco leaned in. "Infact I've only kissed two people: Warren and you. Harry--" Draco took in a deep breath."the reason I find you worthy of my kisses is because I know that you won't hurt me." Draco started to walk away from Harry shaking his head.
Harry got up and grabbed Draco by the arm spinning him around to face him. "I didn't mean anything by it Draco. I'm sorry. I didn't think that's what you meant – obviously. And to tell you the truth – I've only kissed two boys: you and Cole. The reason I let you kiss me is because I like you too." Harry leaned forward and placed his lips on Draco's. Harry moved his arms around Draco's neck and pressed harder on his lips. Draco got the idea and placed his arms around Harry's waist. They stood there kissing for a few moments until they finally needed to come up for air.
Harry stood for a moment looking into Draco's eyes. He then slowly moved his hands down Draco's arm and found his hand. "Draco... I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't think you were worthy." Harry looked down at his feet and then back up again into Draco's eyes. Draco placed his free hand on Harry's cheek and smiled.
"...Thank-you."