Happiness

Part 3

Sorry for not posting, I had school. This chapters starts from when Harry realizes that he is in Malfoy's train compartment.

Draco POV

"Mind telling us why you stormed in Potter?" I asked.

"I was – Actually, never mind that. If someone comes in, anyone at all, tell them no one's here" Potter said, looking very tense and...in pain? Nah. I must have imagined that.

Why should we listen to whatever he says anyways?

At that exact moment, the doors reopened, and there stood a certain Mudblood and with a certain blood traitor.

"Where's Harry?" Weasley asked.

Just as I was going to kindly point out Potter to them so that all the filthy people here could leave, Pansy spoke:

"Use your brain, Granger. Why on Salazar's name would Harry Potter come to our compartment?" 

"She's right Ron. Let's get out of here. We can just tell Dumbledore that he went ahead since we had prefect duties" Granger whispers, but I can hear it from here even though I'm the farthest away from her. Looks like she doesn't know how to be quiet. Then they left without Potter.

But how did Potter manage to hide in our compartment? There isn't much space to hide unless you count the space under the seats. But even then, it is way too small for a person to climb in. So how did he manage that? 

Turning around,  I was going to tell him to come and and go until I noticed that he was awkwardly standing in front of the window looking down. 

"Potter!" I yelled gracefully, because Malfoys do not yell like banshees.

But he didn't seem to hear what I said because he gave us, well Pansy, a warm smile and said, "Thanks Parkinson." 

Stupid Potter.

"No problem," she answered. 

"Pray tell, why were you were hiding from your friends?" Blaise asked.

At this, Potter's eyes glossed over and he let out a shaky sigh and looked at his shoes.

"They aren't my friends Zabini. At least, Granger isn't." he muttered.

Harry POV

Zabini had asked me why I was hiding from them.

"They aren't my friends Zabini," I muttered. After all, I couldn't just tell them that Granger were hexing me. Who would believe that? We are supposed to be the perfect Golden Trio aren't we? 

I hate Hermione Granger. 

When Dumbledore goes down, I'll make sure she goes down with him.

"What are you talking about Pottah?" Malfoy questioned.

"Yes, I think we all deserve to know that," Parkinson pressed.

"Would you believe me if I said that Granger was hexing me?" I muttered.

At this, the trio of Slytherins each raised an eyebrow at the exact same time. It was like they were such close friends that they could read each others' minds! I wish I had more friends like that. I only have Ron, but he has his own relationship with his boyfriend. I can't rreally third-wheel them all the time. 

But maybe if I hadn't been such a stupid and ignorant fool in first year, I would have had that choice. 

Stupid Dumbledore, placing me with those muggles. 

Pansy POV

I noticed how Potter's face morphed into longing right after he said Granger was hexing him, and then anger. But it wasn't directed at us. 

Strange.

Something's wrong with him. I can practically feel it.

A shuffle in the compartment brought me out of my thoughts. Looking up, I could see Potter was saying something.

"I would like to stay in this compartment, please – If you guys don't mind, that is. I won't bother you, I promise. I'll keep quiet," he said, practically begging to stay here.

"That's fine with us," Blaise answered.

Draco was about to protest, but one look from me quickly shut him up. 

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Potter cried. 

~ Time Skip to 30mins Later~

Pansy POV

Turns out, Potter did keep his word. He didn't annoy us or bother us the whole train ride. Instead, he pulled out a sketchbook and a pencil and started drawing something in his notebook, and occasionally staring out the window. 

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