Icicle Fingers (Drarry)

Chapter 5

(A/N) I've ended up replacing specific trigger warning's in the beginning of chapters with these; ⚠️ right before something triggering occurs. 
/Future Alex

•Harry•

Harry Potter sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts express, with his two best friends and an unknown new professor. The man slept deeply, so Harry found no problem in relaying that which Mr.Weasley had told him to Ron and Hermione. It was nothing that he didn't know already, except a few details maybe, but he was still glad that Ron's dad had decided to tell him about Black. Finally someone wasn't babying him.

He still wasn't scared, but the other two clearly were. The expressions on their faces filled with such horror, that one might have thought Sirius Black was in that very compartment.

"Harry you've got to be really careful this year!" Hermione said in a quivering, high pitched voice.

"I know Hermione, he's a wanted murderer. I'm not exactly gonna invite him over for tea am I?" Harry said, voice drenched in sarcasm.

"This isn't something to joke about mate, you could die!" Ron was serious for once.

"Oh lay off Ron, some random nutter can't be worse than Voldemort right?" Harry rolled his eyes, laughing slightly in an attempt to lighten the now dark mood. "It's not the first attempt on my life either, what is it now, the third? Fourth? Does Aunt Petunia lobbing a frying pan at my head count?"

Ron was clearly fighting a smile, corners of his mouth wobbling slightly. Hermione was unaffected, looking more worried now than ever. He decided to take a different approach.

"It'll be fine Hermione, the ministry will catch him eventually." He reassured her, looking at Ron for assistance.

"Y-yeah! They've got the entire ministry, the muggles, and the Azkaban guards on the look for him. He'll be caught in no time!" Hermione looked calmer at this, but still sceptical. Either way, she decided to give it up.

"Fine, but don't go looking for trouble, okay?" She sighed, muttering something about reckless idiots as she fumbled for a book in her bag.

The atmosphere was back to normal, and him and Ron started talking about Quidditch, when the food trolley was coming, chocolate frog cards. Things normal wizards and witches talk about.
And occasionally, when he wasn't being murdered, Harry Potter.

•Draco•

Draco Malfoy sat a compartment away, with his closest friends. Pansy was talking about something, but he wasn't listening anymore. He was busy staring out the window, thinking with an empty head. Blaise, who sat next to him, made a funny face. 

"What happened to your cheek?" He said, interrupting Pansy, who screwed up her face in annoyance.

"Nothing, just walked into an open kitchen cabinet." He said, sweat prickling on the back of his neck. He had thought it wasn't obvious enough for anyone to point it out.

Blaise moved closer, inspecting it. Everyone else, now distracted from Pansy's story, did the same.

"As if you ever enter your own kitchen." Pansy said, smirking."It looks like someone has slapped you, anyone in particular?" She was clearly thinking of a completely different scenario. He decided to roll with it, feeding the fire that was her smug face.

"Fine, a girl slapped me at a party." He lied, forming a face of frustration as if he'd just revealed an embarrassing  truth. The compartment filled with the "Ooooh"s of his friends, all except Blaise's, who still didn't seem convinced. "I didn't want to dance with her."