My baby boy ~-~ Jeverus morphing into Drarry

Chapter 7

"Papa! Gerroff! I've gotta get on the train!" said Harry, pushing his father off of him. 

"Oh, come off  it, Harry," teased Severus. "I won't see you again until Christmas!"

"Lay off him, Sev, we'll send him Howlers so he can hear our voices," joked James.

"Please don't!" begged Harry. "Papa, Daddy, please don't."

"Fine..." Severus gave in. "But Harry Potter-Snape, you better reply to every letter we send you, you hear me?"

"I will, Papa, I swear, I gotta go!" Harry pointed at the steam rising from the spout of the train. His fathers nodded, and he turned to run.

"Bye, Harry!" waved James. Harry spun, waved, smiled, and dashed onto the train with only seconds to spare. He sat in the first compartment he saw. Draco Malfoy was sitting there, staring out the window. 

"Hey, Draco," greeted Harry. 

"Hmm? Oh, h-hey, Harry," replied Draco, blinking and sitting up to make eye-contact.

Harry sat directly to his left and lay down, head on Draco's lap. Draco's face went pinkish, but he satisfied himself by twirling Harry's hair between his fingers. Harry started laughing. 

"That's pretty gay, Dray," he said with a grin. Draco's face went absolutely beet red and turned away, but he couldn't stop himself from playing with Harry's hair. It was so soft.

"It-it's soft," he stuttered in retort. He couldn't think of anything else to say. 

"You liar," smirked Harry playfully. "My fathers are James and Severus Potter-Snape, the two people with the worst hair-genes in the history of wizardry."

"That's true," said Draco, looking back at Harry due to his joking tone. "But it's still soft."

Now it was Harry's turn to become a tomato. He closed his eyes, signaling the end of the conversation, but he did not expect to be gently prodded awake by Draco by the end of the train ride. 

"Come on, sleepyhead," Draco smiled, watching Harry rub his eyes and fumble for his glasses as he sat up again. "We're here. Let's go."

And they entered the castle hand in hand.