Former Animosity

1. Welcome

3rd Person POV:

Hermione had pulled both sleepy boys quickly into the train to Hogwarts. She couldn't afford them missing another train. Again.

"Wake up you idiots!"

Hermione shouted, right infront of the train. Both of the boys woke up almost instantly. If there's someone you don't want to provoke, it's Hermione.

"Get in!"

She pushed the boys into the train causing them to trip into it.

"Blimey Hermione..."

Ronald said, his voice hoarse as he rubbed his eyes. Harry was already wide awake, but was still confused with his surroundings. Shocked by the aggressive way of being waken up. Hermione knew Harry's habits after being friends so long so she put her hands on his knees.

"You're in the train, Harry. We're going back to Hogwarts."

Hermione told the boy with the messy hair. Harry muttered "ooh" pointing a finger at her while swaying it up and down like he was coming into a full realization. She pulled her hand off of him and shifts to the window. All of them sat in silence throughout the train ride until they reached their destination.

"Ron, don't trip this time. You'll embarrass yourself."

Hermione said sternly. She was mad this morning because she couldn't believe Harry and Ron was still asleep after she was done packing up! Ron nodded immediately as he headed to the door. They were infront of the doors now, everyone stopped what they were
doing and looked at Harry.

Almost all the girls were drooling over him and telling him to come over. Harry felt awkward standing there. So he quickly went behind Hermione, who was glaring at the girls. Hermione also knew how Harry hates the attention.

From a young age, he always have and always will hate the popularity. He developed social anxiety from it all. It's bad enough that he has PTSD from the camera flicks, the war and the loss of the people in the war. And he was often lost in his mind, zoning out.

He was standing behind Hermione while she shouted at the people surrounding them to move and go away. She was very aggressive and wasn't having it. She got started off by a bad morning and this wasn't helping at all so she was extra moody which, everyone knew not to mess with.

He held up to a piece of Hermione's clothing, following her like a little boy. They entered Great Hall and took their seats on the Gryffindor house. Harry zoned out, until he zoned onto a certain blond.

That blond haired boy caught Harry's attention.

Draco Malfoy.

Harry knew that Draco Malfoy had distanced himself from everyone he knew now that he inherited everything from his father and was responsible for the Malfoy name. He wanted to focus on his studies and didn't want any distractions. But Blaise stuck to his side, surprisingly.

Harry felt a tinge of pity. He looked souless, and looked like all the colour from his face had drained.

He was so, awfully pale.

He's pressured by becoming best and being the only heir to the family. He, especially was a Malfoy. Harry knew he had no choice, even if he had one, it would always lead back to his family.

He was so desperate to get his father's validation. He did everything for him.

Harry just wished he knew his pretense sooner. He was just a boy who didn't know any better. Harry sighs as he sat at the Gryffindor table. Harry still hated him, no matter how much pity he had felt for him.

All of his mistakes, insults were painful and he could never forget about how he smashed his nose.

"Do you reckon Malfoy knows the news about his father today?"

He looked at Ron completely baffled. he wasn't expecting him to talk about Malfoy while he was wondering about him. And he certainly did not know what Ron was talking about.

"What?"

On cue, Malfoy sprang up from his seat and exit the Great Hall. He wasn't making a dramatic outburst, but instead respectfully did so. Everyone went silent as they stared. Harry was curious... what was he missing ?

"His father died in Azkaban"

Ron said so casually. Harry's eyes widen

"What ?!"

He whisper-shouted, truly shocked to hear about this news.

"Oh. Guess you didn't know, I take it." "They kept it discreet, but rumours spread around like wildfire and everyone knows now."

Ron shrugged. Hermione elbowed Ron's ribs as he flinched in pain.

"Ron ! show some sympathy for the poor boy ! He's going through a rough time right now. He looked up to his father."

Harry's POV:

Ron nodded while still moving around his upper body uncomfortably. I sigh and stood up, getting out. I walked through the corridors. I've never felt anything more than anger towards Malfoy. But hearing how his father died just threw me off.

He got the mark, just to save him. At the end he died. All this time, he's always been so proud of his father. But now he's gone. I got up, told Hermione I had to get something from my trunk and went from there. I begin to think of everything.

I still regret my decisions in the war. The guilt was eating me alive. Sirus... Remus... I remember their faces when we knew Sirius was about to die. They embraced each other as Sirius mouthed "I love you" to Remus. He teared up as Sirus disappeared into thin air.

With anger, Remus got himself killed by provoking The Dark Lord. I sigh again as my mind drifts away from the surface. I should've done something sooner. I could've saved so many lives that way.

I knew he was going to wage a war. But yet I did nothing until he actually did. I underestimated his words. He said it with such... grand that I thoight he was bluffing. Without looking my way in a rush to get to my dorm, I accidentally bumped into someone. My heart stopped after seeing who I had bumped into.

"Potter !"

3rd Person:

The familiar voice shocked him. Without knowing, he had missed it. Reminded him the times before this. Before he had been burdened with the responsibility of thousands of people's lives. But he looked down, to see the confused face, with a tint of frustration and blush.

They were merely inches from each other, the familiar scent of Malfoy's cologne he had felt nostalgia by smelling it. Harry was ontop of Malfoy, his books was on Malfoy's chest. He can see all the details to his face that he never noticed or could see far apart.

The soft freckles, light long blond eyelashes. their noses were slightly touching, Harry could practically feel Malfoy's breath on his lips. Their lips were inches apart, one move and they would kiss. Just a lean and they would connect.

Draco had noticed where his eyes landed and Harry could see a darker red blush creeping up to his pale skin.

"Potter get off!"

Draco grunts and tried to wriggle his way free from Harry's body, but failed as their body was pressed up against each other. Harry had just realized how close their body were and only got closer when Draco was moving more and more.

He was getting far too close to his groin so he got up to his feet and extended an arm for Malfoy to grab. Malfoy looked a bit skeptical to take his hand so he decided not to. He stood up, standing awkwardly infront of Harry scanning to find out what exactly Harry was planning or some sort.

But instead, Harry looked at him weirdly and almost tripped to spin on his back and walked away. He cursed to himself and went his way to his room.