Oof I'm a terrible author, I wanted to write this one in Harry's pov but then I realised that I should have done it in Draco's pov but it's done and I swear the next one will definately be better. I've just been a bit- out of it I guess, don't worry about it readers though! I'll be sure to write and update as soon as I can! Please ignore my stupid grammar mistakes and stuff like that, enjoy!

Chapter 4

Harry was unsure of a lot of things. He was confused about many things as well. There were a few things that he was thankfully no longer confused about, if he had been confused about them in the first place. He knew that Draco was honestly a great person, and the weight of his father had pushed him to do many of the things that he had done last year. He knew that Pansy's own family had been in a great debt to the Malfoy's and Draco's father controlled many of their own actions. He knew that Hermione and Ron were great friends (he had known that for a while but this is a list). A major thing that Harry was confused about would be how exactly he felt about Draco, personally.

Harry would have to admit that Draco was attractive, in a seemingly impossible manner. With his smooth skin and sharp features, he just seemed like a sculpture, an impossibly wonderful sculpture that any sensible person would admire.

Draco was also extremely intelligent and his grades had been par to Hermione's since school had started all those years ago. He aced his O.W.L.S. and did so with ease, as Harry struggled along behind. Harry had learned, from Pansy, that Draco ran a small tutoring group, which Draco was a bit embarrassed of, that helped students. It had been started around two years ago and the fact that it had been started by Draco remained a secret. Hermione had joined the group ages ago and she didn't know about Draco's part in it.

Harry could go on for hours to tell about the things that he knew about Draco, from either previous knowing or things he had just learned, but he still wasn't sure how he felt about Draco. The blonde made him feel safe, and comforted, just by being around him. And there was something about Draco that made Harry want to curl up and tell him all of his problems because somehow, somehow, he knew that Draco would understand.

Harry watched as Draco glanced around, somewhat discreetly, as if looking for someone. Hermione elbowed him lightly in the side and shot him a smug look, which quickly brought a flush to his cheeks once again. Harry made to call out to Draco, let him know about their presence, but as soon as he cleared his throat - quietly he may add- Draco's gaze shot to them and he grinned.

Harry couldn't help but grin back, wondering if Draco's cheeks hurt as he basically skipped over, Hermione and Ron trailing behind him.

"Welcome back Harry, did you find Narnia in all the time you were gone?" Draco asked, a smirk on his features. Harry laughed and easily slid into the seat beside the blonde, Hermione seating herself beside him, Ron sitting across.

"You know about Narnia? What other muggle books have you read?" Harry asked, genuinely curious. Hermione also turned to him, trying to see if he would mention one that she had read that they could discuss.

"Not too many because my father monitored the things that I read but I was able to sli a few things by him. I've read the Giver, Speak, Blindness," He paused for a moment, racking his brain, "Holes, not too many I'm afraid."

"No, I've read those too," Hermione quickly chirped, leaning somewhat over Harry to do so. Draco frowned at Harry's odd expression but nodded to Hermione.

"What about you Luna, Pansy, Ron?" Have you read any muggle books?" Drac asked, gently pulling Harry onto him and away from Hermione.

"Not really, I've not exactly read many but Hermione reads some to me sometimes, so I'm not sure if that counts exactly." Ron shrugged and glanced at Luna who was absentmindedly braiding her hair.

"I've read some but I can't recall the names of them at the moment." Luna glanced at Harry and tilted her head to Draco, letting go of the braid and moving on to another section of her hair and beginning to braid that as well. "I assume you've read many more than me because of how you grew up in a muggle home."

"Yeah I guess." Harry mumbled, his expression slightly darker as he frowned to himself. Draco squeezed his shoulder and he shrank more so into the blonde's side once again. "What about you Pansy?"

She glanced up at him from under her lashes before turning her attention back down to what apparently was a book she had set in her lap. "No, but I have started reading ones that they've written on fashion through the centuries, they're quite interesting and I think it's strange to learn how muggle fashions have also changed wizard fashions."

Harry nodded and realized that the conversation was going absolutely nowhere as she turned her attention back to the book, subtly shutting down.

Harry sighed and lowered his gaze to his knees, feeling Draco's eyes on him before the blonde turned his attention to Hermione and sprung up a conversation on things that didn't interest him. He traced small circles into the palm of Draco's hand absentmindedly, humming under his breath. Draco didn't react to the small motion, and only loosened his limb, spreading out the digits so that Harry could mess with it more.

Harry either didn't notice, or payed it no mind because he only continued to trace small circles and other shapes onto Draco's palm, eyes not leaving the pale hand. Draco glanced at Harry every few moments, the faintest of smiles pulling at his lips as the light feeling spread up his arm. Harry hardly noticed, as he kept his eyes trained downwards.

"Hey Harry." Luna called from across him, he glanced at her. "We'll be there in a moment, would you like to ride up to the school with Neville and I?" She hardly spared Draco a second glance, already feeling his eyes boring into the side of her head. "Draco will be there too of course, he always is." She blinked at the blonde before tilting her head towards Pansy, "Would you be sitting with us as well?"

"No, I'm sitting," she paused and glanced away from them, eyes falling to the glass of the window at her side, "elsewhere."

"That's fine," Luna turned back to Harry, whose gaze had landed on Draco's hand once again. "So it would just be the four of us then."

The train slowly slid to a stop, prompting Harry to let go of Draco's hand and flash the blonde a smile before he turned his gaze to Hermione and Ron. The two stood, Hermione brushing down her skirt before she reached out and squeezed Harry's hand. He drew back a bit, sending her a smile and eventually relaxing.

"We'll see you when we get there Harry." Ron squeezed the raven's shoulder and grasped Hermione's empty hand, leading her away from the group.