Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 14 🍬

This is the last chapter written by Furballcactusdaisy after this I will be quite slow updating and it might not be as good but please keep reading :) 

Harry boarded the train glumly. After so long cooped up in the burrow, he should've been jumping for joy to go home to Hogwarts and play quidditch. The only problem was time itself. No one in the Order had seen or heard anything relating to Finlay throughout the month he was sitting around and regaining his health. It was almost as if Finlay didn't exist.

Harry brushed off his grief, instead focusing on the fluffy first years bounding into compartments to meet new friends. Two caught his eye in particular. A short, stubby little girl dressed in a cute yellow princess dress, with a matching hajab, and jewlery, was towing gangly, curly haired boy by the elbow. They both joked and laughed as they made there way past Harry and into the compartment behind him.

It reminded him so much of Hermione and himself when they were younger. Hell, even now it wouldn't be a rare occurrence to see the famous Harry Potter being dragged around by Hermione. Harry wandered off to find her, a little fond smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

He eventually found Ron and Hermione talking about the best classes and snacking on trolley sweets while Blaise flipped through a magazine uninterested.

"Harry tell Ron he is being ridiculous, obviously transfiguration is the best class this year." Hermione demanded as he took the seat apposing her.

"Ok. Ron transfiguration is-" Harry started.

"Harry tell Hermione Quidditch is the best class this year." Ron cut in.

Harry turned back to Hermione, "Quidditch is the bes-"

"Ron,quidditch isn't even a class!" Hermione huffed, "Harry, why don't you break the tie. Transfiguration or quidditch?" She suggested.

"Oh is that even a question? Harry is the best quidditch player in our year, maybe all the years. Obviously he likes it the most." Ron remarked, Harry could hear the slight jealousy in the statement, but decided to ignore it.

"Sorry 'Mione, but quidditch rules all" Harry nodded along in agreement with his own statement.

"I think you are all full of it, I believe Ancient Ruins is the best class." Blaise joined in, "mainly because there is this hot piece of ass Ravencl-OW!" Blaise stopped talking, focusing his attention on the red cicle of skin Ron pinched. "What was that for Weasel face!?" Ron only laughed darkly in response. "You know," Blaise sniffed, wiping away fake tears, "that really hurt my feelings, and my perfectly cared for skin. I think you need to kiss the booboo better."

"Ew! As if!" Ron scrunched his nose in disgust, turning to Hermione for help.

"Hey, I was just about to get blackmail. You have to deal with your own actions." She said, holding up her hands.

Harry's mind wandered off while they continued bickering. Now that the school year was so close, the thought of befriending Malfoy became a much larger fear than he originally thought. What if what Blaise said wasn't true? What if Draco hated Harry as much as he showed? Buuut, What if Draco liked Harry as much as he did and they could become friends ( or more...? ). Oh well, Harry probably just needed fresh air.

Harry stood up suddenly and walked out of the compartment, making up some half assed excuse about going to the bathroom. Once he was down the train hall a little ways, he threw on his cloak, making sure no one had seen him. 

Harry spotted Crabbe and Goyle hidden away in their dark compartment in the corner so he decided to peek in, To his suprise Draco wasn't there, Even though Pansy and all of his mates were  ( exept for Blaise of course). What was he supposed to do now? Harry questioned. But was then distracted as the express came to a halt, they had arrived at Hogwarts.