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The station was packed. People were everywhere; laughing, crying and smiling. Young witches and wizards running from their crying mothers and fathers, finding them extremely embarrassing. Harry smiled, even though his heart longed for that sort of love.

A young witch, maybe in third year, ran passed Harry and into the arms of her waiting best friends. They giggled, one of them pointing towards Harry. He pulled an awkward,tight smile, not knowing what else to do before turning around. Another wizard, only a couple years younger then Harry himself, was being squished by his three younger sisters. The boy obviously jokingly trying to hold back a grin, which only made his sisters hug him more. Harry's heart warmed at the sight.

He turned to Ron who was holding Teddy; making silly faces resulting in the baby giggling loudly. Molly grabbed Ron's arm from behind him, asking him to help Ginny and Hermione with their bags. He nodded and passed the baby to Harry.

"Bababa!" Teddy giggled and clapped his hands. Harry smiled and bounced him in his arms, knowing he'd be tired soon. He kissed his cheek and held up his finger for the baby to grab onto.

The loud whistle blew, echoing through the station. That was Harry's cue to get on the train before he misses it. His smile dropped, knowing he now had to leave the small boy.

Handing Teddy to Molly, he smiled sadly and kissed the baby's forehead. He grabbed his bag and waved to Molly, Arthur and Teddy as he stepped onto the train. Hermione and Ron were already inside and waving in one of the compartment windows.

Suddenly, the train jumped into a start and left King's cross. Harry sighed and made his way to the compartment with his best friends in. He looked in one the first compartments, seeing a few first years who gazed back at him and then looked in the one across from it, seeing 6th year girls whispering and blushing as the boy who lived had looked at them. Harry waved awkwardly and moved on.

He looked at the ground as he walked further down the train. Though, looking down wasn't the best idea when you're as short as he was - he bumped into someone obviously much taller then him. He stumbled back while the other person stood perfectly still.

"Oh- I-I'm so sorry-" Harry looked up to be met with silvery eyes and a pale face. A face that belonged to Draco Malfoy - dressed in a pristine back suit, hair slicked back with just a few strands dangling on his forehead, polished, black shoes and the famous Malfoy ring, fitting perfectly on his long, slim fingers.

Draco Malfoy was his childhood enemy. They had hated each other from the very beginning. The boys insulted each other with every name under the sun and got into a few physical fights. Hopefully, they had both grown up and had gotten past the physical fighting stage - both found that childish.

Harry's mind quickly flashed with the memory of the dream he had. The hadn't stopped thinking about it since. He looked back up to Draco's eyes, remembering the admiration in them in the dream. He quickly shook his head realising what he was doing.

"Careful, Potter," he smirked menacingly, he chuckled and pushed his way past Harry before he could retort. Malfoy's goons - Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini - shoved him in each shoulder before trailing behind their leader, both of them smirking at the golden boy too.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked a little further before turning right and into a compartment - the one with Hermione and Ron inside.

"There you are Harry," Hermione sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Harry smiled and set his bag on the rails above the seats, jumping slightly.

Hermione picked up her book again reading and Ron continued...whatever weird 'Ron-thing' he was doing before. Harry pulled a small, black sketchbook and a worn-down pencil from his smaller bag beside him and sat down with his feet upon the seat.

He sighed and began drawing Hermione since she was behind his knees and she wasn't stuffing her face with chocolate frogs. He got the details of the thick, leather book in her hands,  each strand of her bushy, brunette hair and every small freckle of him face. He poked his tongue in between his teeth, concentrating. Peaking over his book ever few minutes, trying to making sure he's got most details, he blushed of embarrassment once she caught him after almost four hours.

"What are you doing?" She laughed and moved to see over the younger boy's legs. Harry smiled and quickly put it face down on his chest.

"Hey," she smirked, playfully, "what is it?" She said softly, slowly convincing the boy to let her see. Harry sighed and gave her the sketch-book, reluctantly and hid his red face in his hands.

He heard Hermione and say, "Harry...this is amazing." Harry pulled his hands from his face and uttered, "I guess..."

"You guess?" She mocked him, playfully, "Ronald look!" She shoved the book into her boyfriend's hands.

"What- woah, mate," his eyes widened as he stared at the amazing drawing before him. Ron smiled and passed it back to Harry. Harry smiled back with a very prominent blush on his cheeks.

"I-I normally draw flowers but I was bored so I drew you, Hermione," he mumbled. He looked at the drawing once more before handing to Hermione, "Here...Keep it."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up and grinned as she took the drawing and examined it over and over. To her, it was a fascinating piece of art. Harry nodded and chuckled.

He sat back down rested his head back, hoping to get even just a bit of sleep.

-

"Draco!"

Draco awoke with a start. He glared and turned to whoever woke him from his slumber. Pansy Parkinson.

"Christ, Pansy... Can't you just let me slee-" he began but she cut him off.

"I'm just saying you need to change into your uniform," she rolled her eyes. Pansy and Draco had became much closer after he had come out as gay. Yes, that's right. The ex-death eater, Draco Malfoy was extremely gay.

"Alright," he sighed and made his way to the bathroom on the other end of the train after grabbing his Slytherin robes from his bag.

As he walked down the aisle, he caught a glimpse of a certain sleeping boy - already dressed in his uniform. He look peaceful and quite cute- what was he thinking?

'You're gay as fuck but no way,' he shook his head and carried on walking. Draco changed very quickly and walked back to his compartment.

When he arrived back to his compartment, he saw Blaise chatting up a few girls a couple doors down. Draco rolled his eyes and slid the door open.

"Will he ever learn? He's gayer then me..."

"Actually, he's bisexual," Pansy smiled, applying some light powder to her already caked-on face.

"Sure, we both know he's been crushing on that Weasel since fourth year," Draco said the name with as much disgust as he could. He sighed and sat down across from the girl.

"Well aren't you like... obsessed with Potter?" Pansy smirked and bit her lip knowing she hit a nerve with the blond.

He glared her and said, "How dare you, that boy is horrid - personality and looks." He faked a gag and looked out the window.

"Your just in denial, darling," Pansy closed her powder pack with a snap and stuffed it in her pocket.

"Sure Pansy, whatever."

-

"Finally, we here," Draco groaned as the train came to a sudden stop. He stood up and grabbed his bag as if it was nothing.

Over the summer, he'd been working out quite a lot. He also went travelling to France, Spain, Denmark and Germany, staying at the many holiday homes the Malfoy's owned. Draco did it to clear his head from the war. He stayed with his mother for the whole of June and then went travelling all of July and most of August. He loved every second.

Draco also dyed his hair blue although he quickly got rid of it. His mother laughed at his appearance. A genuine laugh; something he hasn't heard since he was a child.

"Come on, Dray," Pansy nudged his shoulder softly, making her way off the chain. He followed behind her, getting weird looking from the younger years; some scowls, some filled with fear. He sighed.

They were at the exit of the train when Pansy saw Blaise, once again, chatting up a Ravenclaw boy. He was tanned with red-rosy cheeks and dark brown hair. Pansy rolled her eyes and grabbed the back of collar.

"So sorry to interrupt your flirt-fest but some of us would like to go eat," she smiled tightly at the Ravenclaw before walked away, still pulling on Blaise's collar.

"Oh come on, Pans... I was only having a little fun with him," he smirked. Pansy just shoved him away and walked off the train, being engulfed by the smoke from it. She coughed slightly in her elbow, turning her head and seeing the Golden Trio. He followed her gaze and saw her eyes sadden, slightly.

'Fucking goody-two-shoes, Potter,' Draco snarled, stepping off the train.

Blaise got off after Draco - both coughing - but since they were two of the tallest boys in their year, they could almost see over the smoke.

"Come on, I just want this year over with," Pansy grabbed the boys' wrists and pulled them towards the carriages.

"Wow Pans, thought this year was going to be amazing," Blaise exclaimed, sarcastically.

"Just shut the fuck up, Blaise," she sighed and let go of their wrists. Finally they were at the carriages and shoved their bags into the, already, massive pile.

Draco sighed, "Well, won't this be a shit year..."