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Another drarry fic sue me

single chapter fic. its gonna be long. this is only what I've currently got.

i copy-paste this with a cat in my arms.

The Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station, the crowds of families waving farewell to their children. The children in turn were yelling out of their carriage rooms. There was no point in searching for his parents. His mother was at home, and his father was, well as far as he was concerned, rotting in a cell. Still, Draco found himself hoping that he'd see someone in that crowd who was there to wave him off. However, his auror escorts had left as soon as he had boarded the train. It truly was wishful thinking, especially after the war.

The train let out a hiss and off they went. The students pulled themselves back into their carriage rooms and the station fell from view. Draco was glad to have a moment of peace. The past few months had been anything but eventful. Although he and his mother had managed to get most of their charges dismissed by the ministry, they still had to remain under house arrest for the summer. And for the whole summer, almost 2 months, he had not once seen his mother leave her room.

The rough, rhythmic chugging of the train ushered him deeper into his thoughts, his head resting against the window, watching the countryside roll past. Surprisingly, he had never really appreciated the beauty of the landscape the Hogwarts Express travelled through. Fourteen trips on this train, over the same tracks, and the same scenery, and he had never once taken a moment to admire the land. Clearly, the months spent in confinement had altered his perspective.

A heavy and frantic knock ripped him from his mind.

Turning his attention to the door, through the small pane of glass he could see, staring back at him, Potter. Of course, it was Potter. Who else would willingly come looking for him? He was motioning to Draco to unlock the door, while occasionally glancing to his left. Sighing, Draco obliged and Potter came barrelling into the room, practically slamming to door behind him, throwing his luggage onto one of the benches and hastily pulling the curtains closed.
"What the devil are you doing!?" Draco exclaimed, stumbling backwards and attempting to stabilise himself. A few moments later, the two heard a group of rather excited girls charge past, clamouring about their desire to meet Potter Once they'd left earshot, Potter sighed, falling back onto the sofa-bench behind him, throwing his hands against his face. After a moment of silence, Draco spoke again. "Care to explain what all that was about, Potter?" Potter shot him an irritated look before sitting up.

"Those were... my fans, I suppose," he replied, his voice sounding dejected and weary.

Draco raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and disbelief dancing on his face. "Fans? You have fans now? I thought you were supposed to be the saviour of the wizarding world, not some rock star." He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
Potter ran a hand through his unruly hair, a tired smile playing on his lips. "Well, being the saviour does come with its perks, I suppose. But it also means I can't go anywhere without attracting a crowd."

"And you felt the need to barge into my compartment to escape them?" Draco smirked, sitting down on the bench opposite him. Potter gave a wry smile, realizing the absurdity of the situation. "It's not that I mind the attention, but sometimes I just need a break, you know? And it's not often I run into someone who won't treat me like the Boy Who Lived."

Draco leaned back, crossing his arms, his expression softening slightly. "Fair point, I suppose. But you could have picked a more subtle way to escape your admirers."

Potter chuckled. "I tried. I hid in an empty compartment, but they somehow managed to sniff me out. Apparently, I've become something of a legend, and they're determined to get a glimpse of me before we reach Hogwarts."

Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes. "And your loyal companions couldn't assist in shooing them away?"
Potter looked out the window towards the rolling hills. Fidgeting with his hands, he mumbled something under his breath. A moment later, he cleared his throat and spoke again, clearly this time. "Usually they would but I was the only one who wanted to come back for 8th year."

Draco raised an eyebrow, curious about this new piece of information. "You're the only one who came back? Not even the Mu-" He caught himself before he finished that word, though he could feel Potter's eyes shooting daggers at him, "-Granger came back? She was the bookish one of you lot."

Potter's expression remained unreadable as he answered Draco's question. "Hermione did consider it, but she decided it was best to move on with her life, focus on her career. She got a job at the Ministry, you know. Ron wanted to join the Aurors program, and I can't blame him for that. So, it's just me returning this year." Potter opened his luggage and began rummaging through for something. Draco laughed softly, "Merlin, who would've thought.. I was partially expecting you to join that program too. Though I suppose.." He trailed off, briefly returning to his thoughts. The pair sat in silence for a couple of minutes, surprisingly the silence didn't feel awkward, like how it would when they were younger.

Potter continued sorting through his belongings, pulling out a well-worn copy of Hogwarts: A History. "You know, I did consider becoming an Auror for a while," he admitted, glancing at Draco with a small smile. "But after everything we've been through, I realized that maybe it's time for something different. Besides, there's more to life than fighting Dark wizards, right?"

Draco nodded in agreement, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "You're right, Potter. We've had our share of adventures. It's time to explore a different path." He leaned back in his seat, gazing out the window.

"Hey, uh... Listen I know all those years ago, we got off on the wrong start and it... Spiralled from there but, we're older now and more... Mature, so would you like to be my friend?" Potter said, a small glimmer of hope coating his voice. A malicious smile crossed Draco's face as he was finally given the opportunity he had wished for. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Potter froze and slowly looked up to stare at Draco. He honestly looked offended, then he thought again for a second and quickly came to the realisation of what just happened, sighing heavily and throwing his head back onto the wall.