A/N: Ahaha! I actually cut this chapter…it was supposed to be longer. You see, the first chapters were around 8 pages long each (not counting the prologue) if you turned it into Times New Roman size 12 (which is obviously what I'm using). But after I re-checked how many pages there were, it had thirteen pages!! Great lord! Now, it has only 10. Hehe… Even though I erased a part and put it in the next chapter: Chapter 4. Coming to you soon! Sorry for the hold up… You waited 16 days; you can wait 5 more minutes! Haha! Okay, here goes! Happy reading everyone!
Punishment
Chapter 3 – Sins of a Malfoy
Harry went to Dumbledore's office, his eyes were leaking like hell and he couldn't stop as scenes of the previous years took over his mind as he walked. Thoughts popped in as he saw familiar places. Thoughts like, Hey, this was where I saw writing on the wall; This was where Dean and I found a sickle; Ron and I saw that weird big, blue ball of string right there! and things like that. Harry couldn't stop because if he could, he would have. He went to the staircase, thinking of how normal and relaxed he felt with Malfoy once climbing it. He just thought he'd have detention, he hadn't expected this. The door opened and inside was an equally weeping Malfoy and a comforting Dumbledore.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, sitting beside Malfoy and patting him on the back.
Malfoy was rubbing at his red, red eyes and he was sniffling, "The Slytherins… they had a goodbye party for me."
"Same here." Harry smiled. "It's alright, Draco. We'll be back next year, right?"
"Yeah…" he trailed off, still crying.
"If you are ready," Dumbledore spoke with a sad smile, "here is how you will get there." He held a big shabby bag up. "But first, I shall explain a few things. First you can bring your wand but you may only use them in emergencies such as fire, money or if one of you missing, you may call us or owl us or post us, but I doubt you will need to."
"Aww!" Draco said. "Can't we use them to pull pranks and stuff?"
"You may use them for only good things. Like getting your pen when it's out of reach is alright, no big things, please. Second, you will be having your own flat in an apartment building near your new school. You will have to sleep in the same room, but in case you get in a fight, which highly likely, the sofa can be a bed."
"If we fight," Harry said, "I get the bed."
"That's no fair! Who ever gets there first gets the bed."
"Fine."
"If you are ready to listen," the boys stopped talking, "third, your sections will be posted next week. I'd like you two to search around town and get to know it better so that you'll know how to get to you school and not use the bus anymore. I've been told it can get rowdy in there."
"Did you take the school bus?" Malfoy asked Harry.
"No. My uncle drove me and Dudley to school. You wouldn't want the experience; it's he's like drunk when he drives!"
"I've been told that's illegal in the Muggle world." said Dumbledore, looking thoughtful. "Anyway, fourth, if you don't know how to cook, just floo us and house-elves shall owl food or you may order what Muggles call 'pitsa', numbers are in the yellow pages which I'm sure Mr. Potter knows how to use."
"Pitsa?" Draco asked.
"Yes, it's flat circular dough with tomato sauce and cheese and pepperoni and stuff like that."
"You're making me hungry." Dumbledore smiled. "Fifth, your school supplies have been bought including new bags, books, pens, notebook and everything else. If you'd like anything more, we will be supplying you with Muggle money. In your flat is a vault and the code is 24918, it is written somewhere in your apartment, I'm sure. In there, you have £1,000."
"Whoa!" Harry stood up. "We're rich!"
"What?" Draco didn't understand Muggle money.
"That's like… a million galleons!"
"Sixth, you have a computer there which Mr. Potter knows how to use, am I right?"
"Err… no. The Dursleys never let me use a computer. But I know all the basic stuff, at least." Harry said, all enthusiasm forgotten.
"Well, in that case, you'll have computer lessons in school. You can use this device to make your homework and such. And lastly, make a lot of friends, please. It will be very hard as there are bullies there, I'm afraid. Okay, all set?"
"Yup," Harry said.
Draco nodded sorrowfully.
"This Portkey will send you to platform 6 ½, there, you may take your train. From where you will go down, I'll have some people pick you up and bring you to your house. Ready?"
"Yes." Harry and Draco chorused.
They touched the moldy looking bag and felt a bump as their feet hit the ground of platform 6 ½.
***
"Okay, so, uh… where now?" Draco asked Harry.
"Duh, I'd've thought you'd figure this out already! We go into the train, of course."
"I know that, Harry." Draco said. The first name was a stranger in his mouth. "Where is the train?"
"Ah," Harry said, "that I do not know."
"Damn."
They walked with their baggage, looking around, half expecting that Dumbledore would jump out, shouting "April fools!" even if it wasn't April. A sudden booming sound filled the air and a sound came from the speaker.
"The train will arrive at twelve o'clock." It said.
Draco and Harry looked at the large digital clock, it was 11: 45.
"We have fifteen minutes," Harry said, "anything you'd like to do?"
"Go back to Hogwarts?" Draco suggested.
"Except that."
"Nothing, then."
Harry sighed and sat down on a nearby bench. "I want to go back as much as you do, if not, more."
"I know." Draco sat down beside Harry.
"I guess we can just sit down, right?" Harry put his chin on the back of his hand.
"I guess."
After ten minuets of staring into blank endless space, the two were undeniably bored.
"What time is it?" Draco looked at Harry. He didn't respond. "What time is it, Harry?" Again, no response. Draco looked at Harry, he was sleeping; he didn't blame him. Gently, he shook him. "Harry…Harry? Harry, what time is it?"
Slowly, Harry woke up. "Huh?" he said, scratching his eyes.
Draco thought he looked cute like that and smiled. "What time is it?"
He checked his watch. "Eleven fifty-five."
"Oh, the train'll be here in a few minutes."
"Yeah."
After five minutes, the train came and Harry and Draco came aboard it. They went to their seats and Harry slept again. Draco looked at Harry. He had grown, he observed. He was around two inches taller, a growth spurt maybe. His once boyish face now had its own shape and character and was rather attractive. His lanky figure now had a few muscles and was very nicely toned. Not bad at all.
Draco didn't deny it and he sighed as he rested his chin on his palm. He was attracted to this boy and there was nothing that could be done about it, it seemed.aHArrH
***
Harry woke up early the next day and Malfoy was no where in sight. The train had already stopped and so he supposed that Malfoy was already outside, waiting for him. So he got his bags and went outside, but Malfoy was no where to be seen.
***
Malfoy was in the loo, fixing himself. He woke up that day only to realize that he had shot his cum all over his robes and he was now cleaning them up. It wouldn't do good if Harry found out that Malfoy fancied him. So, he was there, wiping himself with some wet napkins.
He didn't really know which stop to go down on and reckoned that Harry would tell him, he heard the whistle and the train started to move.
***
Harry started to panic, the train engine, he could hear, was already starting and he didn't know if Draco was in it or out. He didn't see Draco, no, but what if… no. It was too late for what if's. The train was moving already and he could only pray that Draco wasn't in it.
***
Draco Malfoy, Seeker of Slytherin Quidditch Team, the one whose father gave the team Nimbus 2001's, the person whom half the school wanted to shag, the Slytherin Sex God, walked through the hallway within the train. He had fixed himself and walked with the Malfoy pride all around him.
He opened the door to his and Harry's compartment only to find that Harry wasn't there. His heart beat quickened, if it would beat just a bit faster and stronger, it would break his chest. The Malfoy pride disappeared, replaced by an air of fear. Draco broke into cold sweat.
Where was Harry?
***
Harry Potter, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, the boy whom the other half of the school also wanted to shag (only he didn't know it), The Boy Who Lived, was panicking. Draco was no where to be seen and he was on the verge of giving up.
He had looked everywhere; he had bought his suitcase with him. But… still no sign of him. What if he was kidnapped? No, he could have stopped any kidnapper with a flick of his wand. What if he was … murdered? No, who would want to murder him? What if― No. No more what if's. As he had said earlier, it's too late for those. Draco was no where to be seen.
Suddenly, Harry remembered something…something Muggles used to get themselves to talk to other people without having to get there or without using the telephone…what was it? Ah! A mobile! Harry never had the luxury to own, much less see, one of those. No, he'd always been locked away, not to connect with the Muggle World or otherwise.
But maybe, just maybe, Dumbledore gave them a little surprise. He looked through his bag, no, there was no hope. He didn't see any mobile. But when he thought about it, he'd never seen one. He had a surge of hope go through him again and he looked inside again, nope, nothing unusual. Oh, well, it as worth a try. Maybe he'd buy one with the money Dumbledore gave them.
Harry kneeled down and zipped his bag back up when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
***
Draco was pacing around his compartment, what else could he do? He had no owl.
"God, I've been left…where am I supposed to go? What now? Will I live here, in this compartment…alone…forever? Doomed to live a lone life?" he paused for a dramatic reaction, putting the back of his hand on his forehead. This too much alone time in the compartment thing was getting to his head. He thought for awhile. "Nah. Most likely, I'll be dropped off somewhere and live there…maybe some ministry official can save me…hmm…"
Draco sat down and looked outside; there was nothing else to do, after all. He was trying to keep calm when someone tapped him on his shoulder.
***
"Huh?" Harry said, turning around. "Who are you?!" he stumbled backwards, trying to go away from the hooded figure. He scrambled to stand up when the hooded …whatever it was…took him by the hand.
"Harry, cool it." The figure put its hood down to reveal chocolate brown eyes and red hair that could only be rivaled by those of…
"Ron!"'s. Harry hugged his bestfriend. "Please tell me this was all a joke and you came here to bring me back!"
Ron's smile turned upside down, "Nope, sorry, mate."
Harry's shoulders slumped. "Oh."
"I would if I could, but I – I can't." Ron put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Why not?"
"Because I was sent here for a different purpose."
"And that would be…?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"To get you safely to your flat and―" Ron began importantly.
"But Draco's missing!" Harry interjected.
"Since when have you been on first name terms?" He frowned.
"Well, we figured, since we're going to be living under the same roof for a school year, we might as well be friends." Harry said with a shrug.
Ron's face dropped. "Oh," he composed himself, "well, let's get you to your flat, then. Don't want the apartment, whatever that is, people waiting. I'm due in Charms. Hagrid says 'hi' and Hermione says 'good luck', by the way. C'mon, then."
Harry watched as Ron carried his luggage and send them to the trunk of a black, expensive-looking car with a flick of his wand. "Ron, you're not supposed to use ma―"
Ron turned his head. "No, Dumbledore said we could. Wrote all sorts of things to the Ministry. And Malfoy," Ron added hastily, seeing Harry's expression, "has been fetched. We just wait for them here."
Ron seated himself beside Harry at the back part of the car. It was rather comfortable. The seats were white and made of leather and the air-con kept them cool.
"Who fetched Draco?" asked Harry, turning his head in Ron's direction.
Harry saw that Ron was looking outside the window. Or at least he thought he was. He looked a bit closer and saw that Ron's eyes were closed and his mouth was open a bit. His chest gently fell and rose which Harry took as a signal that he was sleeping. Harry smiled and gently woke his friend up. He shook him in the arms very lightly, knowing that this was the place that you were most likely to shake to get Ron to wake up.
"Ron?" Harry said gently.
A small noise that sounded like a grunt and a snore came from Ron's mouth and he jerked awake.
"Where is the love?" he said, falling down from his seat. "Too…many…noodles…" he muttered and he fell asleep again.
/Gee./ Harry thought./Ron must be really sleepy. I better not wake him up./
He caught Ron at the arms and carefully put him in a sleeping position on the leather seat. Harry sat down just beside Ron's head and soon, he fell asleep, too.
***
"Who the―" sputtered Draco, turning his head. He saw a head that had untrimmed black hair, and pale cheeks. "Shit! You're Sirius Black! You're going to kill me! Aaahhh!!!" he threw his hands up.
Sirius closed the compartment door and put his hand on Draco's mouth. Draco made strangled noises.
"Kill you? You've been a little bit off times, haven't you, Malfoy? My name is cleared! Kill you?" he repeated. "Whatever gave you that idea?! Heh, anyway… Now," Sirius said, attempting to calm the panicky Draco, "if you promise not to scream, I will let you go. Promise?"
Draco nodded, his eyes wide. Sirius let go of his mouth and straightened. "Now, on to business, we must go down the next stop and ―"
"But Harry ― I ― I dunno where he is…" Draco said, looking panicked still.
"Harry," Sirius said firmly, "is waiting for you. Now, if you ever want to see him, you will follow my instructions and not doubt me. I am his godfather, after all."
"You're his ― what??" Draco's eyes widened. "That's impossible! No, wait, scratch that. That's inhuman!! Like your name being cleared." Draco added an afterthought.
"But it's true. Now, fix your things so we can get down the next stop and get you to Harry, okay?"
"Yeah, okay…" Draco shot a furtive glance at Sirius.
Draco quickly fixed his things. Now quite sure Sirius was telling the truth. Why would he lie? Had he any reason to? No…
The train stopped and Sirius helped Draco with his luggage. They carried it down to the platform and the train moved again.
"Now," Sirius said, getting a trolley for him and Draco, "put your things in here and we'll go to platform 6 a. Harry and Ron are there waiting for us."
"Oh," Draco said, putting his things in the trolley. /So Harry had been with Weasley all this time,/ he thought.
***
By the time they had gotten there, Harry was drooling and Ron was snoring so loudly that passersby stared.
Draco stirred Harry awake. "Yo, Potter," he said gently, "you're godfather's here…"
"Wha―?" Harry said, blinking owlishly at Draco. "Sirius?" he said, looking around, he spotter his godfather. "Sirius!" He instantly flung himself to the older man.
"Hullo, Harry. We must hurry. You're reservation ends in an hour. Wake Ron up, please." Ron grunted with a snore again. "Harry you can sit in front and Draco and Ron can be at the back. I'll drive."
"You … drive?" Harry said disbelievingly.
"Oh, of course not! What gave you that idea?" there was a note of sarcasm in Sirius' voice Harry hadn't failed to hear.
***
Harry looked out the window. He saw various people and various places as they drove through. He saw some vendors; he saw malls, restaurants, differently colored cars and an array of different people. As they made a turn, there was a gray brick wall with some moss on it. They went in the street further Sirius stopped. He opened a little drawer and got a piece of paper in it.
"Hey, Ron," Sirius said, showing the map to Ron, "we're here, right? So, we just go straight and make a turn…"
Ron consulted the map and said, "You're looking at it wrong…it's supposed to be like this…" he turned the map up-side-down. "And we're here," he said, pointing to the same area Sirius pointed at, but since he turned it up-side-down, it was a completely different place, "not there. So, you take a left and then a right. Then we're there."
Draco craned his neck to see the map.
"You idiots!" he said after a while. "That's not the map of London! It's the England map!"
"Is it?" Ron and Sirius chorused.
"Yep," Harry and Draco said at the same time.
After five minutes of pointless arguing over why Sirius brought the wrong map and how they would get Harry and Draco to their house, they all agreed to ask directions.
"Sometimes, our logic astounds me." Harry said dryly as they drove around to look for people. "I mean, who else would've thought of asking for direction, hmm?"
"Oh, come off it, Harry." Ron said, turning in his seat. "I'm sure Sirius didn't mean to forget anyway."
"I'm going to say something I'd've never thought I'd say." Draco announced to no one in particular.
"What's that?" Harry said finally.
"Weasley's right. Come off it, Harry. Black's been in Azkaban a long time; it wouldn't do him good to hear his godson complain."
"Humph." Harry said and he leaned back to his seat.
A few minutes later, they saw an old guy that reminded Harry faintly of Dumbledore. Without the large beard, that is. He told them to go straight until they see a navy blue gate. They said thanks and drove off.
They got to the apartment and they saw the navy blue gate. Sirius hit the breaks and smiled at Harry. Harry could see tears well up in him eyes. Harry and Draco took out their luggage from their trunks and waved goodbye with less water works in Ron's case. The car drove out, Ron waving at them. They waved back until the car disappeared at a turn.
"Bye," Harry whispered.
***