That's What

Sorry the update's late. We had our cousins round for two weeks, and I didn't have time to update. Then we went to the Isle of Wight for 4 days, and I couldn't take my laptop. Plus, I couldn't think of how to finish the story because I have a Letters to Juliet story that I'm writing. I've only just started that, so I didn't have time for this one. You won't get much from me for a while after this. We're going to France for 3 weeks. I want to thank TheBFG for helping me out with the name. You saved my life. I'll stop dragging one now, and let you read...

Harry came speeding through the wall, and found himself at Platform 9 & 3/4. His wife was already getting their childern on the train, so he came to help her. "Hello, father," James looked up at Harry, a total family likeness showing. "'Ello, James," He replyed, just as cheefully. "Hurry up and get on that train, your mother and I want to get rid of you!" Harry joked. James frowned. But he stepped onto the train, waving goodbye, and went off to find his friends. Harry was saying goodbye to Albus, when he looked up and saw Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. The boy who had sat and talked to him about trains in the Room of Requement all those years ago.

Ron saw Harry looking up and frowning, so he too looked up. Malfoy. Why Harry even talked to him was something he didn't understand. And, after living in the same house as Hermione for five years, he understood most things. Most things. This one he couldn't.

Malfoy walked over to Harry, and the two started talking. "Trains. They don't bring up any good memories, do they?" Harry, who was getting used to this sort of conversation, replyed, "Apart from the Room of Requement. That ended better then I thought and hoped it would." Lily looked up at her father. "The Room of what?" She asked, a confused look on her face. "Nothing, dear, you'll find out." Ginny said before Harry got a chance to reply. Lily went back to her whines. "Why can't I go now? Why can't I find out abou the Room of whatsit now?" A shrill voice came from his youngest child, but Harry was in a deep conversation with Draco to notice. "Because, dear, your too young. You'll be able to go soon. I promise."

Ron was looking over at them again. He wondered slowly towards them. "Hey. The conversation about trains, again?" The red head was greeted by Draco with a slight nod, and joined in the conversation. "Hey, Malfoy. I'm getting fed up with trains. What about sandwiches?" Harry asked. They shared a laugh, leaving Ron out. He frowned, and went back to Hermione. The two split up after a bit anyway, Draco going back to his wife, Harry to his.

And that's how it went for years. Draco and Harry would see each other in the street, and stop to make conversation. Mostly about trains. Sometimes about sandwiches. Whaterver they felt like.

How was that? I know it was short, but I couldn't think of anything better. Sorry.

Reviews are always welcome.

Bittersweet. x