Apologies

Draco stood silently on platform 9 3/4, leaning against a stone pillar and watching the various families stream in from the illusion-ed entrance. His trunk had long been stored on the train, in a locked compartment so no one could steal it or look inside it. Obviously he didn't put much trust in the anti-stealing charms on the whole train. He strained his eyes in vain, trying to look uninterested yet still trying to spot the usual crowd of red hair Gryffindors and by proxy his own husband. Due to past experiences, for example the past six years riding the train to Hogwarts he knew that the family would probably arrive just in time for the children to board the train. They did not disappoint. True to their unhelpful habit the unnaturally large group arrived on platform at 10:55 only five minutes before the train was scheduled to set off.

Draco strode quickly forward in an attempt to reach Harry before he could board the train but as soon as he started walking a group of already robed Ravenclaws got in his way. By the time the cluster of students passed him he looked up again and the Weasleys including Hermione and Harry had already boarded. Draco followed this time at a slower pace. He knew the Weasleys wouldn't leave the train once they boarded, especially with the departure time being so close. He made his way back to the warded compartment to wait for the train to set off and to collect his nerves before he went looking for his mate.

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Harry laughed at a joke told by Ron as he led the way onto the train and to the nearest compartment. His friends followed him in and they each helped each other lift their trunks and store them in the luggage racks above their heads.

"I can't wait." Hermione said while pulling a thick book out of her trunk before it could be lifted to fit snugly beside Ron's and Harry's.

"What can't you wait for?" Ron asked while sprawling on the seats opposite her once all their trunks were successfully stored

"This is our last year at Hogwarts. Our last day of boarding the train in September!" Harry just laughed at both her statement and Ron's eye roll that followed.

"Hey Harry." Someone said enthusiastically as soon as the compartment door was slid open.

"Hi Nev." Harry replied with a kind smile to his clumsy friend, "How are you?"

"I'm good. How did the wedding go?" Harry frowned and was about to ask the Gryffindor how he knew about his wedding to Draco before he remembered that he'd met Neville in Diagon Alley after they had bought the rings.

"It went...wonderful."

"Good," Neville grinned before his eyebrows pulled together in a confused frown, "Where's Malfoy?" Harry smiled at Neville's almost wary utterance of his and his husband's last name.

"I don't know. We had...a little fight. I think I over-reacted a bit and left."

"Well I'm sure it'll be fine, you're a new couple after all."

"I hope so." Harry smiled one last time at his Gryffindor friend and turned to look out the window, at the station that they were speeding away from.

"Hello Malfoy." Another voice said from the open door since Neville had forgotten to shut it after himself, "Is there room in here?"

"Of course Luna." Harry motioned to the seat next to Neville and the Witch walked into the compartment with a slight spring in her step and settled herself down next to the sandy haired boy.

"How did you know I'm a Malfoy now?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The Roses tell me things." The Ravenclaw said in the same dreamy voice she always used as she unrolled the Quibbler and began to read, "They told me to tell you to, fear the Pale Faces because the King of Nargles won't help the overgrown lizard or the Wrackspurts free their Gold."

"Erm, Luna what exactly does that mean?" Hermione asked in a calm yet slightly patronising voice.

"Exactly what I said." And the Witch ignored Hermione in favour of turning the magazine upside down and reading the page avidly.

"Don't worry about it Hermione." Harry smiled at his female best friend and patted her on the shoulder in kindness.

"Harry." A deep yet soft voice said from the door. As soon as he turned his head to the imposing figure stood in the doorway he froze. Draco. Harry knew that it had only been less then a day since he last saw his husband but he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming his body and his robes trying to find something different about the man he had spent the last month living with. He couldn't find anything, the immaculate blonde hair still lay perfectly and his eyes were the same bright silver, his robes perfectly pressed. Actually the only thing that was different about him were the slight purple smudges under his eyes telling Harry that he hadn't slept very much the night before.

"Can I talk to you?" The Veela murmured softly.

"You can talk here." Draco just nodded and stepped further into the compartment, shutting the door behind him. He positioned himself in front of his sitting mate before dropping to his knees so they were face to face.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"No shouldn't have."

"And I definitely shouldn't have scheduled a meeting through what was practically our Honeymoon."

"And?"

"And I love you so damn much. Please forgive me." He brought forward the perfect conjured red rose to carefully hand it to Harry. As soon as the Gryffindors hand closed around the stem the flower let off a shower of sparks and crystallised to form a beautiful emerald and ruby rose.

"Dray. I admit that I did over-react yesterday so...I forgive you."

"I sense a 'But' in that sentence."

"Nope, no buts. I forgive you."

"Thank you." Draco whispered before dragging the smaller male onto his knees and pressing their lips firmly together. One of his arms found its way around the slim waist and the other hand cupped his neck, in a way cradling the body close to his own. Unwilling to let him go for anything short of Voldermort coming back to life. Harry allowed his Husband to fully dominate his mouth without any care of his friends watching their small scene of passion.

"Your hair's shorter." Draco murmured while running his fingers through the shoulder length shaggy hair.

"Yeah I had it cut." Harry answered with a frown, "I'm sorry! If you don't like it I can will it to grow, or use a spell, or potion!"

"Harry sweetie. I didn't fall in love with you because of your hair; I fell in love with you because you are amazing. If you didn't like your hair the way it was you could have told me."

"I just thought you liked it longer." Harry's eyes were fixed on Draco's shoulder.

"I admit that I did but I wouldn't want you to be unhappy." Long fingers gave a gentle tug on a lock that fell in front of Harry's eyes as the male in question grinned broadly and pressed his lips to Draco's in a lingering kiss.

"How is it?" The Slytherin asked while gently pressing his hand to Harry's mid-section.

"She."

"She? How do you know?"

"I don't." Draco kissed Harry's head at the softly uttered statement, "She feels like a girl."
"If you say she's a girl then I believe you." Draco pressed another small kiss to Harry's lips before lifting him up and settling on the seat with the Elf in his lap.

"Hello, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna." Draco addressed the group that were trying too hard to look uninterested in their new subject of conversation. The Slytherin just smiled and decided to keep them guessing.

"Hello Draco." Hermione answered back with a large smile to her best friend who was still seated comfortably in his lap.

"I believe I owe you a very big thank you."

"I don't know-" Draco cut her off by holding up a patient hand.

"Thanks to you I had a great wedding night."

"Oh well," Hermione blushed deeply at Draco's assessment and cleared her throat nervously, "It was nothing. It was mostly his idea anyway."

"Well, Harry gave you the credit to the th-" Harry slapped a hand over his lovers mouth absolutely mortified about the things he was about to discuss with his best friend.

"Not another word you." Harry said with a small, and in Draco's opinion, very cute, growl. Neville and Ron tensed waiting for some kind of negative reaction from the blonde Slytherin, knowing that his anger was known for its short-fuse.

To their surprise Draco just laughed behind Harry's hand and gave the soft skin of Harry's palm a series of small lingering kisses.

"Draco darling, when I found out the news. I was just horrified, I couldn't believe what I was hearing when Blaise told me." Pansy Parkinson had stridden into their compartment as though she owned the place. She gave the Gryffindors and the Ravenclaw no attention as she settled herself beside Draco, with Harry on his knee, and Hermione.

"I mean you marrying Potter-"

"Pansy? What are you doing?" Draco asked only a second before Pansy finished her previous statement.

"Without inviting me. You promised I could plan your wedding."

"When I was ten Pans."

"Still, a promise is a promise!" She sniffed before turning her attention to the Golden Boy sat on her best friend's lap, "Oh dear, Draco you haven't even taken you poor spouse shopping, what kind of husband are you."

"Harry doesn't like shopping."

"And I dearly hope you haven't double barrelled your name it's such a shameful thing to do and your heirs would be questioned for their inheritance. Oh Merlin, please say you aren't a Potter. That would be dreadful."

"Hey." Harry replied in an indignant tone to the talkative Slytherin girl.

"Harry changed his name to Malfoy."

"Oh thank Merlin. No offence meant, Harry dear."
"Leave the Gryffindors alone Pansy." Blaise chastised. He also entered the coach like he owned it but unlike her he settled himself opposite the two Slytherins and next to Ron.

"I never knew these coaches could fit so many people." Luna commented off handed without breaking her gaze from the magazine.

"They extend every time someone comes in with the intention of staying." Hermione replied while going back to her book which she had kept her place with one finger throughout all the Slytherins entrances.

Harry gazed around the carriage with a small smile and hooded eyes. Neville was sat staring out of the window at the passing scenery while holding on to a glass case that housed the ever escaping Toad Trevor. Luna was sat beside him absorbed in her reading of The Quibbler, a pair of Anaglyph Glasses held loosely in one hand. Next to her were Blaise and Ron who were animatedly talking about Quidditch and using their hands and arms to demonstrate the way a broom would fly. Opposite them was Hermione who Pansy had roped into an avid discussion about a book they had mutually read.

Harry burrowed his nose into Draco's slim neck so not only would they be pressed even closer but also would be able to take a deep breath of the expensive cologne that Draco insisted he wore everyday. Draco's arms tightened minutely around his body as they sat in silence just relaxing in each others presence. Harry had decided that he would share Luna's cryptic prophecy like statement and his own translation of it with his Husband when they were next alone in Hogwarts. For now though, he would enjoy those strong arms wrapped tightly around him.

A/N - Ello, ello, ello my fabulous readers, hope you like this chapter. Mostly just a carry-on filler to the previous Chapter.

So the Malfoys are off to Hogwarts and a lot is going to happen...I've just made the final touches...In my mind. I don't like writing things down before I type them cause I tend to get bored of the story and that would be tragic.

Any guesses on Luns 'prediction'??? and any guesses about Lunas mysterious power mentioned??? :D

Thanks for reading

E.V.S.