A/N: I don't like this chapter but I was in a strange mood and wanted them to have nicknames and its more of a filler so I can finally write about what this story is meant to be about!

Harry was in trouble. He had five minutes left to find a compartment before the train leaves. His usual compartment was full and there was no way he would fit in. Ron and Hermionie had just smiled at him apologetically.

All the compartments he'd walked past were full and he had yet to see Draco Malfoy. He wasn't sat with his usually cronies, Harry had walked past the compartment a few carriages ago. Suddenly his stomach was filled with butterflies at the thought of sitting in a carriage with Malfoy. Harry stared at his stomach in confusion and betrayal but had to admit that the way things were looking he was going to have to sit with his rival.

All hope Harry held disaparated as he peered into the second to last carriage. Full. And annoying small first years. That must mean that unless Draco has decided to jump off the train or is hiding in one of the many lavatories, then he is in this next carriage.

Harry crept closer. Hoping in vain that his speed will somehow effect the outcome. Despite his best efforts, through the glass door the compartment was empty except for a platinum blonde haired boy sat slumped in a corner.

Not thinking his actions through and confused at the calm manor of his uptight nemesis, Harry slid the door across and walked in. Instantly a wand point appeared at his throat.

'Get. Out.' Growled Draco

Harrys heart rate increased dramatically. Of course this was because of the wand at his throat and had absolutely nothing to do with the blonde haired boy stood very closely.

Harry gulped before putting his hands up in surrender 'Sorry Malfoy. You're stuck with me. Everywhere else is full.'

Draco eyed the ebony haired boy with suspicion 'what about the muggleborn and Weasly? Did they not save their hero a seat?' He sneered

Harry sighed wondering why they didn't. He was sure they would have an explanation. 'No they didn't. Otherwise I wouldn't be here now would I Malfoy!'

'Fine Potter. Stay. But don't annoy me. Or I will personally throw you off of this train.'

Harry nodded his consent and levitated his trunk onto the shelf before being forced to sit down by the train setting off. Malfoy snorted slightly from his seat furthest away from Harry's.

Harry huffed in embarrassment and started staring into the corridor as Malfoy had taken the window. After a while the tense silence began to build.

Draco sighed deeply every 10 taps of Harrys foot against the floor. The ebony haired boy found himself staring at the blonde boy. He really is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen. So perfect. Harry was scared by the direction of his thoughts and immediately looked away with a slight blush.

Just as Harry looked away Draco looked at him and repeated the process of looking away with a blush.

The silence was starting to become deafening and uncomfortable. Harry not being able to take the quiet any longer turned to Draco to find him staring back. Simultaneously they both spoke 'sooo...' Both blushed an unattractive shade of red before Draco continued. 'How's things with the she-weasel? What does she call you again? Har-bear?'

Harry made a face of disgust. 'I'm not and never will go out with her! And don't even get me started on that ridiculous nickname! Har-bear?! It doesn't even sound right! What about you? How's things with Parkinson, Drakey-poo?'

Harry smiled in amusement when Draco made a gagging noise. 'I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH HER! Jeez! And that name! Gah! I didn't even know such a horrid variation of my name existed!'

Harry looked confused. 'Wait your not going out? But everyone in school thinks you two are.'

'My dear Har-bear,' harry scowled at the name, 'do not believe every rumour you hear! Remember that one about Thomas and Finnegan? Come on! No way are they gay!'

Harry smiled nervously 'sure. Cos they don't spend all night in the Gryffindor common room snogging do they.'

Draco stared at Harry agog. 'You mean that rumour was true!?'

Harry nodded 'yes Drakey-poo it was!'

'Don't call me that!'

'Call you what?'

'You know bloody well what!'

'You mean Drakey poo?'

All harry got in response was folded arms and an averted gaze. He smiled to himself glad to have found a way to get to Draco.

'Ohh Drakey-poo... Drakey pooo!... DRAKEY-POO!'

'WHAT SCARHEAD?!'

'Nothing...Drakey-poo.'

'Har-bear'

'Drakey-poo'

'Har-bear'

This ridiculous rant continued all the way back to London. By the time the train pulled into the platform at Kings Cross they had hoarse voices but found the whole joke arguing rather amusing to the point that Harry had almost completely forgotten about returning to his relatives.