Harry was getting dressed on the other side of the door which Ron was currently knocking on.
The raven beauty opened the door.
"Umm...yeah," he said, forcing a small, polite smile.
The Weasleys travelled to Kings Cross station by way of their flying Ford Anglia.
"Hurry up now, the train's about to leave!" Mrs Weasley said urgently, rushing Harry, Ron and Ginny onto Platform 9 3/4. "Now Harry, dear, I'm afraid Arthur and I will have auditing to do this Christmas, so you, Ron and Ginny will have to stay at school this year. I'm sure you'll be okay, though."
Harry nodded. Auditing?
Molly kissed Harry on the forehead, then her son's forehead (while Ron protested, embarrassed), and then Ginny.
Before he knew it, Harry was being shuffled aboard the Hogwarts Express amidst a bunch of scared-looking first-years.
"Um...where should we--"
"Sorry, mate, gotta patrol the train for hoodlums," Ron said proudly of his prefect duties.
Harry turned to Ginny.
"Did you--"
"Sorry, I'm sitting with someone else," she said, running off in a flash of red hair and robes.
"Right," Harry said, suddenly finding himself very alone.
He walked up and down the aisles until--finally!--he spotted an empty seat...next to Draco Malfoy.
Harry took a deep breath and slid open the compartment door.
"Erm...you mind if I sit here?" he said hesitantly.
Draco looked up, and his grey eyes pierced through Harry's green ones like jagged daggers.
"If you must," he said simply; his voice lacked its malice, its venom. Harry was surprised by this.
"Umm...sorry, but are you okay?" he asked.
Draco merely looked across at the boy, his liped curled in a frown.
"Hey, I may not exactly be your best friend or anything, but I can tell when you're more of an asshole than usual," Harry smirked.
Draco rolled his eyes, sighing.
"Look, it's nothing. Even if it were, I wouldn't tell you," the blonde muttered. He folded his arms across his chest and looked away.
Harry blinked. Draco's words were to be expected, though.
"Okay, just saying..." he murmured.
All of a sudden, the train lurched, throwing Harry out of his seat; he clutched on to Draco's robes, and Draco had stuck out his arms to stop him from falling.
Harry could feel the blonde's breath sweep over his lips. His green eyes were staring directly into grey ones.
Neither of them seemed to be making a move to pull away.
"Are you okay?" Draco found himself asking.
Their lips were literally millimetres apart.
"I'm fine."
"Then would you mind getting the fuck off me?" Draco said, shoving Harry away.
"God, I cannot STAND you!" the raven beauty yelled. "Is it my fault the train threw me forwards?"
Draco just sat there, bored.
But beyond the exterior, his heart was beating a mile a minute.
---
"The strangest thing happened," Harry said, once he was settled on his bed in the boy's dormitory. "When the train moved forward like that, I was thrown against Malfoy."
Ron just sat there.
"So?"
"So...when our bodies were touching...I liked it," Harry murmured, blushing. "And I'm pretty sure he did, too"
"Oh, please," Ron laughed, "Malfoy's as straight as a board"
Harry smiled, but silently he wondered if that statement was true.
---
Draco's body was slick with the hot water pouring over his porcelain skin. He ran his hand through his wet blonde hair as the shower bathed him completely.
Draco closed his eyes and an image of Harry flashed inside his mind. He bit his lip. Harry and himself were rather busy doing rather naughty things.
"No," he told himself, opening his eyes. "Not you"
But still, Draco found himself hungrily closing his eyes again, his hand reaching down to his length as forbidden desires crept into his head once more.