A.N. I am sorry it took so long, but train ride chapters have always been a pain in the butt for me. I hate them cause they're the most cliche scenes in the world just about. Here it is. I have an uncensored piece that goes with this... however, you're going to have to email me for it. My address is a yahoo address quite basic rowenalupin at you know where dot com. So if you want it, lemme know.

Chapter Nine

Vibrant rings of pale smoke rolled gracefully out of the scarlet locomotive, and so did its wheels as it left the train station, and began its descent toward the magical school in Scotland. Ron was prefect this year along with Hermione. Harry had been a bit - startled by this but he was happy for his best friend nonetheless; he needed it. Ron and Hermione hugged Harry before heading off to the prefect compartment. Harry was left standing next to Ginny.

"Let's go find a seat." said Ginny leading the way through the aisles. "Hopefully, we can find one empty."

Harry was vaguely aware of the stares that came from the compartments. He cringed inwardly, and bowed his head staring at his aisle floor. He unconsciously, brushed his hand through his hair, pushing blacks strands behind his ear, exposing the dangling cross, while the other side fell over his cheek, obscuring his face, his bang's fluttered into his green eyes; blocking the views of one side of the compartments. He moved along just behind Ginny, when a compartment door slid open; Harry's head having been down saw two feet step out into the aisle separating him and the youngest Weasley.

Harry raised his head hoping to see Draco, but instead, he was graced with a guy who was a whole lot taller than Harry, very well built with chocolate skin and matching shrewd eyes. It was Draco's best friend Blaise Zabini. The two had never really spoken; it was a classic rule that Harry avoid all Slytherins at all costs. But, now, he was dating one. Did Blaise Zabini know? There was no other explanation for him to be standing there between him and Ginny.

"Po- Harry?"

Ginny turned around, surprise written on her face, as Harry looked up at him, expressionless. "Yeah?" He was going to be careful, just in case.

Blaise assessed him, looking him over. Ginny leaned around, "What's going on?"

Blaise's eyes fell on the redhead and his eyebrows arched, "Nothing." He turned his gaze back to Harry. "I was just seeing if it was true."

"What's true?" asked Ginny.

Harry's eyes locked with Blaise and the dark teen seemed to be asking, does she know? With a very gentle shake of his head, Harry gave the Slytherin the answer.

"Hmm, interesting. See you Pott- Harry." He disappeared back into the compartment.

Harry was too nervous to glance in so instead, he just looked passed Ginny and waved his hand, "Let's go."

"Harry? What's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing. Hurry, before I'm stopped again."

She stared at him pointedly, before turning and heading on through.

000

How did Weasley get the prefect? Draco Malfoy couldn't help but ask himself, as he swept through with an aristocratic grace. His head was held high and his pale blue eyes were blank of all emotions. Harry should be here, thought Draco, as he sat down next to a sixth year Slytherin Prefect, Adrian Pucey. Granger was self explanatory but Weasley? Draco could not get himself to call them by their first names. Not yet, no one knew about his relationship and it would turn odd if he got used to using their first name.

Pansy came bounding over, a smarmy smirk on her face as she nearly shoved a Ravenclaw Prefect down to sit down next to him. Oh, Merlin, he couldn't stand her. He never truly could, he only put up with her because of his father.

Speaking of his father, Draco had noticed something off about his father. He could not quite grasp what it was. Most likely, the mark on his arm was affecting him. He remembered Harry having problems with his scar at times. They must all be linked in some way.

The Head Boy and Girl came into the room, but Draco paid no mind. He would get the instructions from Adrian later. As he sat there swimming in his own thoughts, he felt someone watching him, and when he raised his head, his eyes locked with chocolate brown ones of Harry's best female friend. She was staring at him closely. Ron Weasley was keeping his head down but casting furtive glances at him and trying not to be caught.

They knew. He could tell, by the way Hermione was studying him. It was as if trying to find something through his blank expressions. Draco locked eyes with her and arched an eyebrow; he then gave her a smirk, before turning his attention back to the tall blonde with grey eyes, who was handing out hall patrolling timetables. They were also given parchment with their common room password. By the time it was over, Draco was ready to get back. He had left his best friend Blaise in utter confusion. Draco had revealed to him, who the 'mystery' mate was.

He grinned on the inside, that look had been well worth it. He was sure that Blaise was going to pass out, in absolute surprise. The teen had been so shocked that he didn't ask Draco when, where, and how. Of course, Draco wouldn't reveal to Blaise how he had stumbled upon Harry crying. He wouldn't disrespect Harry in that way, by telling someone who was a complete stranger to him that he had been crying.

"Draco!" whined the obnoxious brunette next to him. "Didn't you hear a word I said?"

Draco stood, and gave Pansy a once over, her eyes were as cold and dark as the soil on the ground, her face was a little longer than usual and while she wasn't unattractive being slender and tall; her personality made her less appealing. Her whining voice and attitude only made it worse.

Hogwart's students were filing out of the room one by one. Ron and Hermione were lingering a bit longer. He knew they wanted to say something to him, whether good or bad. Whichever it was, Draco would have to suck up his pride, whether he liked them or not wasn't up for debate.

"Pansy?" said Draco coolly.

"What?"

"The day I listen to a word you say, is the day the weather in hell turns too freezing cold."

Pansy's mouth opened in complete astonishment. No one had ever, said something like that to her. "Draco!" She squealed horrified.

"Ulgh - just back off." ordered Draco. "You need to learn when to keep your mouth shut. Didn't you get the hint?"

"You don't mean that." She said, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Yes, and I mean it. I would talk to you and listen to you more if you weren't such a stuck up snobby bitch." He hissed in a lower voice. He didn't want anyone else to hear that he was chewing out someone in his own house.

That got the reaction he wanted. She turned against him, her eyes flashing anger and embarrassment at the same time. She moved on her heel and fled the compartment, leaving Draco to roll his eyes. "Drama queen, she is." He murmured. He looked over to see Ron and Hermione standing a few feet away. They were keeping their distance.

When the final sixth year Hufflepuff left the prefect compartment, Draco turned to Ron and Hermione.

"He told us." said Hermione, quietly.

For a moment, Draco didn't speak, he simply flicked his wand, and the compartment door slid shut. From the loon on Ron's face, he did not fancy being in the room along with Draco Malfoy. "I figured he would."

Hermione was staring up at him, trying to understand, while Ron kept his eyes to the ground. "I just - we wanted to talk to you a moment." Ron bristled at we. "I mean, we're behind Harry one hundred percent no matter what happens; even if we're concerned. It's just - Harry places his trust in people and -"

Draco understood what she was saying and cut her off before she could ramble on, "He gets hurt in the long run. Yes, I know. Although, we have been enemies for several years, you must know with your knowledge that enemies know each other better than friends."

Hermione nodded at this, it was true. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

"However," said Draco slowly. "Being enemies only allows you to know the obvious parts of someone. Everyone knows Harry is trusting, everyone knows that Harry places his trust in people whether he gets hurt or not he gives them a chance. I only learned this year, why he gives everyone his trust so easily."

Hermione looked up at him, and Ron's shoulders were slumped, and he was now staring at prefect badge that was pinned to Hermione's chest.

"You do not have to trust me. I do not expect you too. I know this may seem meaningless, seeing as trust is very limited nowadays - but I refuse to hurt Harry. I am a Slytherin - yes - cold hearted, evil, snake bastard, which I have been called, but even a Slytherin isn't above feelings. We just show it more privately than others. Believe me, Harry can take care of himself. If he had the smallest inclining that I would turn my back on him, he would run from me or attack me. He wouldn't hesitate."

"And neither would we!" Ron spoke for the first time, his head came up. "I'm going with Harry on this!" said Ron sharply. His face flushed, but not from embarrassment, but from pure honesty, his eyes were hard as steel. A look that Draco was surprised the teen could possess, "Only because, Harry is everything to us. I don't want to see Harry push away from us. I fucked up once, I'll be damned if I fuck up again - but know this, I may not be as good at magic as you are." He admitted bluntly. "But, I am bigger."

Draco arched an eyebrow, and although he wasn't exactly scared of the threat, he wasn't all that comfortable either. Ron was bigger, he was sure that Crabbe and Goyle would have a difficult time against the redhead. Draco simply inclined his head. "I can take that." Draco wanted to grin when he saw the look on Hermione's face. She looked dazed and her cheeks had splotches of rose in them.

The silence fell between the three of them, and none of them were very comfortable. Draco tilted his head, "See you." He flicked his wand, the compartment slid open and he walked out, his robes billowing behind.

That had been awkward; thought Draco mildly as he ignored the first years that rushed passed him with excitement. He allowed his feet to carry him back to the compartment where Blaise was. But, it had not been unwanted. They needed to get all that out in the air, if they were ever going to work together.

He stopped at the compartment and slid it open to see Blaise sitting on one side with his leg's propped up on the other bench seat. He was staring straight ahead, pointedly ignoring Crabbe and Goyle. Goyle was sitting opposite of Crabbe and they were playing chess on a transfigured table. The skinny little boy with a rat face and narrowed dark eyes. He was sitting in the corner and he always seemed to always have a sulky look on his face: Theodore Nott. Draco trusted him about as far as he could throw Crabbe or Goyle without the use of magic.

Blaise looked up at Draco, and arched an eyebrow of questioning. "I saw Pansy, she looked pissed. What the fuck did you say to her?" He asked, with mild amusement.

"Called her a snobby bitch - and commented on how much I actually listened to her screeching tones."

"Ah, I bet that was entertaining."

"Very." He sank down opposite of his best friend. He couldn't talk about anything with Theodore Nott, who was buried in an ancient book. Crabbe and Goyle never repeated a word Draco said, unless they were told too.

"Second to last compartment." murmured Blaise, trying to be offhanded about it.

Draco stared at Blaise for a moment, trying to get some expression from him, but he received none. "Okay." Was his response.

000

Harry could not have found a more colourful person on the train had he tried. Luna LoveGood defined all things with colour. She was the most amusing witch he had ever come across. A fourth year Ravenclaw she was, and her eyes were a moss green and her hair was dark blonde, long, and wavy. She had butterbeer bottle caps made into jewellery, earrings, necklaces, and even a wrist bracelet. Harry liked her; he thought she was amusing, even though some of the things she said made absolutely no sense.

Ginny was used to her, and reading a copy of the Quibbler, that Luna's father happened to own. Harry found himself sitting next to her, and reading the articles over her shoulder and laughing as he heard of Fudge baking goblins in pies. Would he really do that? Thought Harry, to himself. Certainly, not. But, then when he saw the article about Stubby Boardsman being Sirius Black - Harry's laughed began uncontrollable, with shaking shoulders and glittering eyes.

"Th- that - oh Merlin!" sniggered Harry. "Can I have a copy of that?" He could see Sirius' face if he saw it.

She smiled, "Of course you can! You can have this one." she said, brightly.

Ginny was smiling, and flipping over to what Harry was laughing about.

"I always keep two on me. Sometimes, the girl's in my dorm have a habit of taking them and ripping them up."

Harry's smiled turned upside down and he looked at Ginny, who glanced up and rolled her eyes, "Those girl's are nothing but bitches."

"Why would they rip up your stuff?" asked Harry.

Luna smiled vaguely, "They are not particularly fond of me." she waved her hand, "It's nothing. I'm not like them, I don't say and do things like they do, so they tease me."

"You mean, act like an artificial bitch who runs around gossips to the whole world about whose hot, whose not, and whose wearing what?" asked Ginny, her face flushing, with irritation.

"Exactly." stated Luna, with a smile. "Your cheeks are red."

Ginny did look quite tense, "Cause that pisses me off." stated Ginny, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and staring back down at the Quibbler.

"If that requires you to be loony, by all means Luna, loon away." said Harry, causing the fourteen-year-old blonde to look at him with mild amazement and then she giggled madly. Ginny smiled and her tension receding, although the colour remained.

From there the conversation was disorganized. Harry liked Luna, she was amusing and her magazine could not have been any funnier. Her father apparently owned a magazine company called the Quibbler. In Harry's personal opinion, he'd rather read the humorous articles splashed across pages of this magazine rather than the Daily Prophet; and although the slanders against him had suddenly come to a raging halt, they did not stop for the Headmaster. They seemed to get more and more sinister, since Harry was no longer getting picked on. Harry still had no idea, what Draco had done to persuade the Minister to call off the hearing.

Harry had to ask himself whether he really wanted to know or not. He knew what Draco could be capable of, and hoped that it wasn't too cruel. Even thought Fudge made him angry and ran his name through the mud, he didn't want to stoop to that level.

Thinking of Draco, Harry wondered if he was in the prefect compartment. It wouldn't surprise him; Draco was one of the best students academically, even if the two did despise each other for a long time. It had never been a surprise that he excelled quickly. He had just made a couple foolish choices, believing everything that was pumped into his head about pureblood superiority.

It wasn't before long that Ron and Hermione appeared in the doorway. "There - you are," breathed Ron collapsing next to his sister. "You had to come all the way down here!"

"It was one of the only places to sit." said Harry. When he saw Ron and Hermione looking at Luna, he introduced them.

Hermione sank down next to Harry, she wanted to talk to him, but there were two, too many people in the compartment.

The chatter was at a minimum, Ron didn't know how to take Luna, the more comments she made the more he blushed and the more, while Hermione stifled her giggles. Harry slouched and pressed his head against Hermione's shoulder, and closed his eyes. He didn't know how he and Draco were going to go about their relationship in public. Hermione smiled at the movement, and propped her feet up onto Ron's knees, and placed her book on her lap. Ron grunted but said nothing, as he leaned over to read a whacked out article.

Not too long after, when the door slid open, Harry's green eyes flickered open and he raised his head, to see Draco leaning against the compartment threshold, his arms over his arms, his expressions blank, all but a smirk.

Ginny, who had no idea what was going on, stared suspiciously at Draco, while Ron looked down suddenly and picked at Hermione's shoes. Luna didn't even move the magazine from her face.

"Harry?" His voice was as smooth as silk, washing over the raven-haired boy.

His heart was beating furiously, just seeing Draco was sending his whole being into overtime; Harry locked eyes with him, "Yes, Draco?" Keeping his voice completely natural.

Ginny was paralyzed with shock.

"Can I talk to you alone?"

Eager to get his arms around Draco, Harry stood up to leave, when Hermione stopped them. "You can't go out there. Everyone will know. If you're keeping this secret you need to stay in here!"

"Excuse me?" asked Ginny, incredulous, "What secret? And - what the hell - since when did you two, use first names?"

"Since we started seeing each other." answered Harry, to the redhead, whose mouth opened in shock.

"No way."

Draco entered the compartment all the way and closed the door, to keep prying eyes and ears, "Yes." confirmed Draco.

"You - were the one he was seeing! Did you two know?" asked Ginny, looking from her brother to Hermione who gave simultaneous nods.

"I've already warned him!" put in Ron. "There's no need to argue about this. Just - keep your mouths shut!" He looked from his sister to Luna, who had not dropped the magazine from her face.

Harry gave his best friend a grateful look.

Ginny was still trying to understand, "I- I wasn't going - to say anything. Is that why Zabini was talking to you?" She looked to Harry, who was standing there next to Draco, his green eyes staring down at the floor.

Draco frowned, "What did he say?" asked the Slytherin warily.

"Just called him Harry-" answered Ginny, shaking her head. "This is weird." she held up her hands.

"Luna?" said Hermione, slowly.

The girl pulled the magazine down, "Yes, Hermione Granger?"

Hermione stared at her with caution, "Can - you - keep this quiet?" She asked, hopefully.

"Why would I go around stooping to the level of my dorm mates?" she asked. "You two want to be alone? I can do that. There's a free compartment near the bathrooms." she stood, and gathered her brown satchel that had about a hundred buttons.

"I still don't understand!" said Ginny, raising both hands. "But - I'll go with you on this. It won't leave my mouth."

"Thank you, Ginny." said Harry.

She looked sceptically at Draco, who met her gaze coolly, "Hmm, the things I do for you." said Ginny, tugging playfully at Harry's hair, and walking out behind Luna.

"See you, mate." winked Ron.

Hermione grabbed her book and raced out. "Hey! Wait for me!!" The couple could hear.

As soon as the door was closed back, Draco turned and leaned against it, a smile playing on his pale features.

Harry no longer feeling shy, reached out and hooked his index and middle fingers into Draco's waist band, and pulled the blond closer, for a starved kiss. Draco towered him, enclosing his arms around the smaller Gryffindor, who drank in the open mouthed kisses. Harry couldn't get enough, he had to have Draco, right there and right then. His fingers could not do anymore roaming and his hands were pressing in calling out for the affection in a silent emotional way. Draco pushed Harry's back against the train window, but the movement lasted a moment, before Harry flipped the tables on him; with his back against the glass, Harry pushed his reacting groin into Draco's.

"My turn to touch and taste you…" Harry licked Draco's lips, before crushing their lips together fiercely. Draco's tongue plunged into Harry's mouth stealing his breath, forcing him to pant licentiously.

Draco flicked his wand twice to lock the compartment door and blank out the glass, while his lips covered Harrys in a promiscuous form. But, this time, it was Harry's turn to do the touching. The Gryffindor made it known, when Draco's back was pressed up against the cool window, and the Slytherin cloak was thrown to the floor in quick succession.

He had wanted to do this for several weeks now, ever since Draco first touched him, he had been craving to make the same contact. Ignoring the rhythmic movements of the train, he ran his hands along Draco's tented trousers, and when he placed a bit of squeezing pressure it caused Draco to hiss, curse, and force Harry's chin up, he flickered his tongue across the bottom lip and then nibbled hungrily.

Harry didn't allow this to distract from his motive. He dropped onto his knees, in front of Draco's waist; he clawed against the fabric of the shirt, raising it up to press kisses against his flat stomach. His tongue flicked against the soft skin. He kissed along the thin pale hairline that ran down into the standing boy's trousers. His lips brushed against it and then downwards, until Harry's mouth was against the black leather belt. He teased Draco and pulled at it with his teeth.

Draco groaned, "Where'd that come from?" He breathed, as his shoulder's sagged with relaxation. He was looking down at Harry, straight into his brilliant green eyes watching him in the position he was, teasing his hormones and the pleasure that coursed through him. Just watching him was giving him a thrill to no end.

Harry grinned in a not-so innocent way, as he pulled against the belt with his mouth, his hands holding Draco's hips. The buckle soon came undone. Using his finger's he rubbed against the covered hardness and even pressed his lips against the fabric where the top of the flesh was concealed. He slipped his fingers against the silver button and zipper at the same time. Draco's trousers sagged from lack of support and they dropped to his knees, revealing silky white boxers with black trim. Harry stared at him from his boxers to his chest and all the way up to his beautiful face. Harry grinned and kissed the top of his boxers, before his fingers moved with in the folds, touching and feeling the thick flesh for the first time.

Draco's eyes fluttered closed, his cheek's filling with a pleasured redness, and his breathing began to get more pronounced. It wasn't a moment later, when Draco's eyes were forced open by Harrys; blue touched against green; mouth open in a splendid 'oh' sensation; Draco could not look away from the sparkling eyes that captured his undivided attention. His body was running on strong current energy of desire as it coursed through him, with every lick and every invasion of Harry's beautiful mouth. It was causing him to loose control handing it lustfully to the Gryffindor.

When Draco couldn't take the blissful pleasure any longer, his body reacted, he jerked twice, causing a spluttering cough to come from the boy on his knees. Draco felt the tension releasing, until he was left feeling languid, very weak in the knees, and trembling, with his finger unconsciously carding through coal black hair.

"Is this going to happen every time we see each other after a long absence?" asked Draco, with a lazy smile.

Harry looked up at him sheepish, "I missed you?" He tried, while making the most hilarious face, at the after taste in his mouth.

Seeing this Draco conjured a rag with his wand, which had been gripped in his hand the entire time. He had been surprised it hadn't snapped from the grip. He then wiped Harry's face, who gasped and shook his head. "Stay still." laughed Draco.

"Yick, you don't taste that great."

Laughing out loud, Draco pressed gentle kisses along Harry's ear, "I've missed you too." He told Harry, who looked over at him, still making slapping noises with his mouth.

"Mhmm - got any mouthwash?" asked the boy almost desperately.

Draco who was crouched, with his trousers sagging passed his knees. "Not on me." He chuckled, "I came in here, for the purpose of asking you what we were doing about our relationship, and now look at us. You ravaged me."

Harry grinned impishly, "Then a job well done, huh?"

Draco kissed him lightly on the lips, "Very well done, but that doesn't escape the fact that you and I are known enemies."

Harry pouted, "I hate being enemies."

"So do I. What do you want to do? It is your call." Draco sank down next to Harry, in an unMalfoy fashion. He leaned back against the compartment, and zipped himself back up. Harry handed him his belt, and slid back into the blond.

Harry frowned and looked up at his mate, he hated making the decisions. He wasn't good at that. "I'm good at reacting to the plans and decisions that other poeple come up with, not my own."

Draco's arm snaked around Harry, who was still spluttering lightly, and even spitting into a rag as discreetly as he could. They had the whole compartment to themselves. It was kind of nice, seeing Draco in a comfortable fashion and not in such a hurried state. The time away had made Harry's heart grow so much fonder. The moment he had looked up at Draco he felt a pull against his heart. It was kind of scary.

Draco brushed Harry's hair aside, and leaned in for a kiss against the base of his neck. Harry's immediately eyes shut, his body relaxed, as his lips caressed against his sensitive skin. "Either way Harry, Dark Lord or not, I'm not going anywhere." He breathed this into his ear.

Harry's eyes rolled and shivers claimed his spine, vibrating his whole body. "Y- You make the decision." He stuttered.

"But, you'll be the one affected more."

Harry whimpered, and he sagged against Draco, he shifted to where his head was against the Slytherin's chest. The white Hogwart's button shirt was unbuttoned and Harry's hand could not resist running along Draco's beautiful chest. His mouth would occasionally lean in to kiss against it.

Draco's fingers were running through Harry's hair, and he was thinking about what to do. They could easily just come out and say it; Draco really didn't care what others thought. But, he worried about Harry.

As if Harry was reading his mind, the boy raised his head and stared up at him, "The only thing that I am worried about is Voldemort." He said softly. "I could really give a damn less what anyone else thinks of me or us. It is Voldemort that I'm worried about. He got Cedric - just for being in my prese-" He was stopped by a hand to his mouth.

Draco's eyes narrowed sharply, his blond bangs flickered haughtily into them; he didn't bother to brush them back, "Don't think like that." He hissed. "Don't start with me on that, I've been with you all fucking summer, Harry. I am not leaving."

Harry didn't think his feelings could get more topsy-turvy than they were getting at the very moment. He swallowed, and lowered his green eyes to the hand that slowly withdrawl from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting that whether you're involved with me or not - you will be connected to this war."

Draco nodded, "Finally used the brain that I know you have." He teased. Harry childishly stuck out his tongue; Draco simply kissed him, before murmuring, "You do need mouthwash."

Harry laughed against Draco's mouth, "Your fault!"

"Maybe."

"Anyway, about us, I think we should just be together and not answer questions." said Harry finally.

"You mean - just appear out of nowhere next to each other, kissing, touching, and ignore the fainting spells that Gryffindor and Slytherin would be having?"

"And the gossiping yammer of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's alike."

"Hmm, that's quite Slytherin of you Harry." said Draco, approvingly.

"Yeah well, Gryffindor wasn't the only house, the sorting hat wanted me in-" He grinned devilishly, when Draco's smile was wiped off and replaced by a look of astonishment.

"W- what?!"

Harry laughed and leaned over Draco and began to button his shirt up, he pushed his hair behind his ear, like he usually did to reveal the cross earring, "Mhmm." He hummed, biting his lower lip. "The hat wanted me in Slytherin."

Flicking against the earring halfheartedly; Draco responded an exaggerated, "Really?"

"Mhmm, and in the second year, it said the exact the same thing."

"How many more surprises do you have for me?"

The only thing Harry could do in reply to that was look up at him and smile.