Eighth year (Drarry)

1 Fuck I'm doing this

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'Am I really doing this?! Fuck, I'm doing this.' I think to myself as I stare at the Hogwarts express. I feel glares being pointed at me, who wouldn't glare at a former death eater. I lower my head and step onto the train. Feeling the weight of my backpack on my back.

I walk through the train, no thought really going through my head at all. People make it so I can't sit near them as I go. I stare at the ground. This is really annoying me. All the compartments are full. No one will let me sit near them. What shit people that go to this school.

I grumble gibberish under my breath as I finally find a compartment with places left in it. I freeze when I see who is in it though. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Of course. Just my luck. I lower my hand and turn on my heels- "DRACO!!" Pansy shouts happily. Nearly tackling me with a hug from behind.

"Oo, looks like this compartment isn't empty we can go in there-" Pansy says, smiling. just my luck. I push her off of me and fix my clothing. Unable to protest as she opens the compartment door. 'Fuck this shit I might as well be dead.' I think to myself.

"I hope you don't mind! No other compartments have empty spaces." Pansy says, feigning innocence. She drags me in the compartment and practically pushes me onto the seat. Right next to Potter's.

"Now hold up- we can't share a compartment with those two!" Weasley says. Rolling his eyes with more dramatic effect than needed. Granger slaps his arm.

"Ronald! The war is over. Get over it." Granger scolds him as he rubs his arm. I roll my eyes and look at Pansy. I feel Potter's eyes on me but I don't feel like indulging in a round of useless bickering.

"How was your summer Pansy..?" I mutter quietly, putting my hands in my lap. Pansy smiles. 'how come this bitch is so enthusiastic about going back to hell.' I think, watching her silently.

"It was fine, nothing special really." Pansy says enthusiastically, smiling. She then begins to rant. I lean back into my seat. Not really listening to her as I stare at- what am I staring at? Nothing really.

Potter's eyes are burning holes through my head, it's uncomfortable knowing he is watching me. I still hear Granger and Weasley playfully bickering. It's disgusting.

I scoot away from Potter a bit, leaning against the wall of the compartment. At this point Pansy has shut up, figuring out I'm not listening to her at all.

"Why'd you come back, a lot of people are angry with you." It's Potter's voice. I glance at him. I don't feel like telling him that. It would be a very awkward conversation. Especially to have with an enemy. So I just shrug.

"You don't know why you came back?" Harry says quietly, I was expecting a hint of sarcasm or mockery but no it's just laced with confusion. He raises an eyebrow and I nod. I hear Pansy snoring loudly. But I keep my eyes on Harry. "I thought most Slytherins would stay back because of all the mean things being said about them." Potter mutters, more to himself than to me.

"Most Slytherins did stay back." I mumble, to my own surprise I don't have the sarcasm in my voice. Oh well. Potter stares at me for a few more moments and then looks back at his friends.

I look at my bag. Pulling out a notebook and a quill with ink. I open the notebook and begin to just doodle on the first page. "Why did Malfoy come back." The Weasley sneered. I tryed ignoring them for the whole trip but their voices kept cutting through my focus.

I glance up at the three of them. Pansy is still snoring loudly, sleeping. Granger and Weasley holding hands next to Pansy and Potter sitting right next to me. Oh boy, Potter must feel so single right now. I know people still think me and Pansy art dating, but ew. I would never. And Blaise worships Pansy. I thinks that would be breaking the bro code. And I heard from the prophet that Potter broke up with the Weasley girl, Ginny. The prophet doesn't shut up about Potter.

I look back down at my notebook. About thirty more minutes later I feel a bit uncomfortable. Like someone is watching me. I look up and sure enough. Potter is staring at me. But he quickly turns his head looking back at his friends. Muttering something under his breath on the lines of :Sorry: I shrug and look back down at my notebook. And continue doodling.

A few moments later I find myself on he next page of my notebook, staring at potter. 'Would it be weird if I drew him? He has a good face shape. And his hair would be something I've never drawn before, it would be good practice' I think to myself, then shrug and decide to do it.

I look between Potter and my notebook now and then. Drawing him silently. I can hear Weasley and Granger chatting. Potter is more quiet, why did I only now find that out? He is just listening to their conversation and apparently it's interesting enough to listen to for a whole train ride.

A few moments later, when I'm nearly done with the drawing I glance up at Potter to get the finishing details and he is looking straight at me. We stare at each other for what seems like forever. 'Did he notice what I was drawing? Oh that would be so embarrassing..' I think to myself.

"What are you writing?" Potter says quietly. 'Oh that's a relief, he thinks I'm writing.' I think. Looking down at my notebook quickly then back at him.

"Notes." I mumble, my voice slightly more high pitched than I want it to be. I clear my throat and repeat myself. "Notes.." My voice isn't high pitched anymore, thank Merlin.

Potter nods, then he looks back down at him lap. I look back down at my notebook. Adding the finishing details on the drawing. "We should get our robes on, we'll be arriving soon." Granger says, standing up.

I look at Pansy who is still sleeping. I close my notebook, stand up, walk over to her and poke her continuously in the face. She doesn't even budge. I groan. And slap her to wake her up. "Wake up." I mutter quietly. And she jerks awake.

"Hey!! You know you could wake me up any other way, right?! I'm fragile!" Pansy says dramatically. I roll my eyes slightly.

"Go change into your robes in the bathroom. I'm guessing I'm stuck changing in here with those two." I mumble, motioning my head over at Weasley and Potter who are at the moment getting their robes out of their bags.

"Alright." Pansy says and stands up. Smacking me on the arm for payback from the slap. And leaving the compartment. I sigh and walk over to my seat. Pulling my robes out of it. I pause, I still have red marks on my body from my father beating me for wanting to go back. I sigh. I hear the rustling of clothes behind me. Hopefully they just aren't looking at me.

I pull off my black wool jumper and quickly fumble with my white button up. Putting it over my shoulders. I button it quickly. I quickly pull off my trousers and put on my black leggings. Then sigh in relief, hoping neither of the idiots behind me were looking at my back.

I quickly tie my Slytherin tie and tuck my shirt in my pants, as it's only formal to do that. Then I get my Slytherin robe and put it on. "Are you two finished?" I mumble.

Silence.

"Potter? Weasley? Are you finished?" I mutter quietly, tempted to just turn around and see. I suddenly get really nervous.

"Your.. back-" Potter's voice. It's shaky. I quickly turn around. Biting my lip out of nervousness. "Why was it so red- bruises-.. it looked like someone slapped you continuously on your back..." His voice Is hoarse, rough with nervousness.

I freeze, Weasley is dressed in his school robes already but Potter is shirtless. His words. He saw my back..  "You didn't see that-" I mumble quickly. Looking down.

'Fuck, I'm really doing this?'

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