Trust Me (Drarry)

Chapter 9

A/N- So this is the end of second year! I don't think its a very good chapter, but I reckon I really need to start getting some Drarry action in there! Also, I don't own Doctor Who (or Harry Potter obviously) so forgive me for the casual mention that I slipped in there ;) enjoy! :-)

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DRACO POV
I pulled my luggage up to the platform and looked at the splendid scarlet steam train. There were students everywhere, trunks everywhere, owls everywhere. But I was only looking for one person.

"Come on Draco," Pansy grabbed my arm. "Let's find a carriage."
I nodded distractedly. "You guys go. I'll see you in a minute."

They left reluctantly, and I went to put my trunk next to all of the others. Suddenly, something hard hit the back of my head, making me yelp. I ignored the strange looks I was getting and searched for the source of my pain. Lying on the floor behind me was a small paper aeroplane, still shining slightly from the charm used to make it fly. I picked it up and unfolded it.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. H.

I turned it over. Nothing on the other side. Was that it? Who was it even from? I looked around, trying to find who might've sent it. I grinned when I saw Harry, his face pressed against the window of one of the carriages, watching me. As soon as he saw me looking at him, he blushed and turned away to sit back in his seat. What an idiot.

Jumping on the train, I quickly wrote a reply and sent it to him on another aeroplane. Then, I started to walk the length of the train to find a particular carriage, still grinning at the piece of paper in my hands.

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HARRY POV

I turned back to Ron and Hermione, my cheeks burning, and found Hermione staring at me, a slight smile on her face.

"What?" I asked, but she simply shook her head.
"This just came for you," she said lightly, handing me a paper aeroplane not unlike the one I had sent to Draco. I unfolded it, trying not to look too excited, and grinned.

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England. Carriage 2 - now.

I glanced at Hermione, who had subtly been trying to read the piece of paper upside down. She nodded and jerked her head towards the door. Ron was chattering about some Quidditch game that his team, the Chudley Cannons, had just won, and seemed completely oblivious to the situation. I slipped my invisibility cloak my head and left the compartment.

"Draco?" I said, opening the door separating Carriages 2 and 3. This was a storage area, where students stored their trunks or pets while they were on the train.
"Harry?" Draco appeared from the back of the carriage, and I grinned.
"What's up?"
He shrugged. "I just wanted to talk to you before we got to London."
"About?"
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not."

We sat in silence on a bench that didn't have any cages on top of it. Neither of us really know what to say.

"Well this is just fantastic," Draco said sarcastically, and we both laughed.
"So the holidays are almost two months long," I voiced something that had been on my mind a lot, and his smile grew smaller as he realised what I was thinking.
He sighed. "It seems like such a long time. But we can write."
"Are you sure? Your parents won't get angry?"
Draco snorted. "Well my father won't be too pleased," I silently agreed, remembering our encounter outside Dumbledore's office, "but my mother won't mind. Just be sure to send any letters straight to my bedroom."

I nodded. "What do you do in the summer?"
He was silent for a second. "I sleep. I eat. I boss around the house elves. Pretty much it," he grinned. "What about you?"
"Stay out of the house, hide from Dudley and his gang, and watch Doctor Who whenever I'm home alone."

"Doctor Who?" Draco looked confused. "What the hell is that?"
"The BEST television programme in the whole world!"
"What's a television?"
I laughed. "Oh boy. I have got so much to show you..."

We spent the rest of the time discussing Doctor Who, TV, computers and the general Muggle world.
"Muggles are a lot smarter than I give them credit for," Draco said after I explained about underground trains and traffic lights.
"Most of them..." I laughed, thinking of Dudley.

"We're almost in London." Draco looked sad as he looked out of the window.
I groaned. "Great... Another two months with the Dursleys..."
"They'll be proud though, won't they?" Draco asked. "When they hear what you did this year?"
I snorted. "Are you mad? All those times I could've died and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious..."

Draco laughed, and with one final grin and a surprising hug, he left me alone in the carriage.

"See you next year, Potter."