the track to my heart // drarry

four

Harry didn't want to go back to the train where Malfoy was. Really. He didn't.

But it seemed like his feet had a mind of their own. Like clockwork, he wore his sneakers and slipped out of the house, away from his stupid relatives towards the underground.

Few minutes and he was standing inside the train, making eye contact with an irritated blond. Harry smiled sheepishly and sat a seat away from him, his eyes locked with his. The carriage was empty except the two.

They liked it that way, it's better if no muggle overheard their conversations and freak out.

"So, you're going to stalk me now?" Draco looked at him. He had his mask on and a purple hoodie. Harry couldn't make out his face expression.

"N-No!" Harry said hastily. "I like traveling on trains. Gets my mind off things."

Draco scoffed and muttered a not-so-subtle 'stalker' under his breath to which Harry scowled. "I said. I'm not stalking you."

"Keep telling yourself that."

Harry stuck his tongue out at him.

Two stations later Draco took off his mask and pushed back the hood of his hoodie and rubbed a tired hand over his face.

Harry hummed to himself. Malfoy's face looked better without a mask. Not that Harry liked his face or particularly thought that his lips were a very nice pink or his cheeks looked really soft. It was just that he didn't like the mask. That's it. Really. He didn't like Malfoy's face or Malfoy or anything about Malfoy.

Draco stretched his arms above his head, his hoodie riding up and showing a pale strip of skin that Harry definitely, did not look at.

Harry shut his eyes and leant back in his seat. Why did his inner gay need to come out right now!? He should have some self control. But Malfoy looked too pretty and handsome for his own good so he just kept sneaking glances.

A hiss of the door indicated the station for his favorite cafe. Harry stood up like an excited puppy.

Draco looked at him weirdly.

"I'm gonna grab something to eat."

"Won't you miss the train?" Draco supplied.

"I'll catch the next one, a train comes here every two minutes." Harry shrugged, "Besides, why do you even care?"

Draco opened his mouth to respond but didn't say anything.

"Do-Do you want to join me?"

"What?"

"You know what, never mind. Bad idea." Harry grimaced.

"I-Wait!" Draco ran up to him as he was about to leave. "I'll join, but don't think it's because of you. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday."

Harry grinned, "Okay."

Draco decided he really liked to see Harry smile.

They reached the cozy cafe soon and picked a table near the window. A tall, dark-skinned pretty waitress came up to them. "Good evening, what would you like to have?" She smiled.

Harry smiled back, "The Sunday usual, Jay. Thank you." She nodded. "What about you?"

"Uhm what he's having." Draco said, confused about the different muggle dishes on the menu card.

"What's a burger?" Draco whispered as soon as she left.

"You'll see. That's my Sunday usual." Harry smiled cheekily, his eyes shining.

Draco sighed. "Okay."

"Daniel?" A high-pitched voice shrieked from beside them and they jumped.

"Uh-" Harry looked at the other waitress. "Hi?"

She grinned dopily, eyeing Draco cautiously. "You never followed me that night. I was waiting for you." She pouted fakely. "Thought you might want to get some action." She winked.

"Well, you see-"

"Shush. You can make it up to me later."

"Ahem." Draco cleared his throat loudly. "Will you leave? You're interrupting our date." He clasped Harry's limp hand and entangled their fingers. "My boyfriend is not interested in you."

Harry gaped at him. "Yeah," He coughed. "Leave."

Her shoulders slumped. "Oh well uhm have fun." She stalked away moodily.