CHAPTER 15! You're all awesome! Still kind of looking for a beta, alert me if you know of a good one.100 Reviews Goal! Please help me achieve this!

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Harry sat there, restless for the entire train ride, he wanted to run through the train and find Draco, find out how he was, what Lucius had wanted...what Lucius had done.

It was fascinating, this sudden obsession with Draco, this need to be near and with him and the pain in his heart that dictated it all. Harry listened to Hermione and Ron talking about classes and the need to take Potions, but he didn't really listen, instead he strained his ears to hear footsteps in the hall, praying to eventually hear Malfoy's.

"Come on, come on," Harry whispered under his breath, focusing on the steps he heard now. He willed for it to be Draco, even if he was just here to insult him. But no, it was the snack cart, the kind old woman asked them if they wanted anything. Though he was hungry, Harry said no and impatiently waited for her to leave as Hermione and Ron each got a Cauldron Cake. The train ride was dragged out far longer than it had ever been before. Harry was constantly moving, watching the door, watching the scenery, sitting, standing, pacing, lying down, listening to Ron and Hermione, listening to the footfalls outside. The chime signaled the need to change so Harry and Ron moved to go across the hall to change. Harry passed into the hall from their compartment and stopped, here it, that strange pain, was stronger, he was closer to Draco at that moment than he had been the entire train ride. He looked between the open doors on either side of him, both Ron and Hermione were giving him questioning looks from where they stood in their compartments.

He was half-way between his two best friends, but something was pulling him towards his best enemy.

Could he really be called that anymore?

They'd kissed, and caused some sort of strange magical reaction. Was it just hormones in their adolescent bodies hitting the magic in their blood that made the heat and wind? Or could it be something else? Harry didn't know, but he wanted to be near Draco, so he, after a moments hesitation, moved down the hall in whichever direction his heart pulled him.

Eventually he ended up outside a compartment 67, this one was in the sixth car of the train, the Slytherin territory. This car and the seventh car, the end of the train, it was mostly used by snakes. But Harry paid little attention as he knocked on the door.

It opened and shut almost instantly, Malfoy was now pressed between Harry and the door, looking at him almost expectantly. "Yes?"

"I-I," Harry couldn't find words, now faced with the person he'd been obsessing with for the best three weeks.

"Come on, we can't talk here in the hall," Malfoy grabbed his wrist and pulled him down, deep into the last car, the last compartment on the left. He opened it and pulled Harry inside, then closed and locked the door.

"Why are we down here?"

"It's the only soundproofed compartment on the train, plus now that we're in here, the door has disappeared, kind of like we've vanished," Malfoy explained, sitting on one of the cushioned seats.

Harry sat down across from him. They looked at each other, and instantly their eyes met.

"What's going on between us?" Draco asked, as if resigning himself to what it was he felt.

"I don't know but I wish I did, and then again, I don't really know if I want to know...it seems strange but, for the past three weeks I haven't really been able to stop thinking about what happened. I guess I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either," Harry admitted, running a hand through his hair, nervous as to Draco's reaction.

"So it wasn't just me," Malfoy said, he smiled at Harry, well as much of a smile as he would allow himself.

"No, it wasn't," Harry could only manage that before he felt the magnetic pull towards Draco. But it was the blonde who responded first, standing and moving across to Harry, refusing to break eye-contact. The Slytherin Prince crawled onto Harry's lap, straddling his thighs, and he touched his forehead to Harry's staring directly into his eyes.

"Kiss me," Draco commanded.

Harry obeyed swiftly, planting his lips on Draco's, smiling as he felt his heart flutter. Harry felt in the back of his mind like a foolish little school-girl with a crush, but the larger part of his mind promptly sat on the small back part and he opened his mouth to Draco's tongue.

The second their tongues met a shock of magic rippled through the train, knocking out the lights and scaring the shit out of all the students. They started to scream, fearing a Death Eater attack.

But hidden in compartment 80, the two sixth year boys didn't notice anything more than the buzz they got from kissing. It reached their fingertips and both confused and excited them. There was magic in them that connected through the contact of their skin. It made it feel even more dangerous, more scandalous, better.

Another wave of magic pulsed through the train from the hidden compartment, caused by Harry biting lightly on the blonde's tongue, earning a moan. Draco ran his hands through Harry's wild black hair, feeling slightly light-headed he pulled back. He didn't think anything of the dizziness, marking it off as lack-of-oxygen. Harry felt the same thing, but he loved the feeling, normally the disconnectedness and the feeling was associated with Voldemort and bad things. But right now, this was anything but bad. He had a gorgeous blonde boy on his lap.

"Yummy," Draco purred and smirked.

Harry let out a laugh and clasped his hands behind the Slytherin's back, to hold him in place. "How was your summer?"

"Fine, after I left the Weasley hut Father took me back to France. He was rather pissed off that nothing really was done to the rapist, he swore revenge and all that. My mum took care of me really," Draco shrugged, playing with some of Harry's bangs.

"Are you okay with that? You never really got to recover," Harry asked.

Mafloy's face hardened slightly, he didn't want to show the shame and guilt he felt about that. "I'm fine, I was raised to be strong and never be affected by what other people do. I never needed to recover, I was never hurt."

Harry sensed this was a lie, he didn't know how, since Malfoy was the best liar he'd ever met, ever. Harry didn't want to keep his suspicions to himself, but he didn't want to press to hard.

"Are you sure? I'll listen if you need me," he tried for a more supportive approach.

"I'm…sure," Draco nodded, he'd not met Harry's eyes during this short exchange, a sign Harry took to mean he was indeed lying.

What I really want to say Harry is that I don't want to drive you away with my self-pitying, my guilt. I'm still suffering from what happened. I want your help, I…I need your help. This was a huge revelation for the Malfoy heir, he hadn't needed anyone for a long time, not his parents, not really since he could speak and hold a wand. But this, he did need someone. Could he really trust Potter though? He wasn't ready to through those dice just yet, he wanted to with his heart, but his Malfoy-built mind told him to hold out, if only for a little while.

Don't trust to quickly, you'll always get lied to. Lucius had said a thousand times, now it's what he believed.

"We have to change," Harry said, the train had been stopped for a while, since the magic had shut it down, but it was starting to move again.

Draco nodded and slowly, painfully removed himself from on top of Harry, not wanting to really let go. Harry kissed his cheek and smiled. "I'll see you at the feast or in classes on Monday."

"Damn straight." Draco smirked at him. Very Malfoy-ish.

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