Exception (Drarry - BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1: Ride to Hogwarts

Harry, Hermione, and
Ron boarded the Hogwarts Express for their fourth year at Hogwarts. They bid their farewell to the Weasley's and quickly began stepping onto the train that took them to their home every year. They fought through the crowd of students trying to find their own compartment to sit in. The three friends rushed to an empty compartment the moment they found it.

Hermione and Ron sat on one side of the compartment whilst Harry took a seat across from the two. He stared out the window as it began to storm down, water trickling down the window. Ron and Hermione began to chatter to each other. It was an open conversation for Harry to join at any time, but he wasn't listening. Something was bothering him; he felt as if nails were raking at the back of his head. He felt like he should know what was wrong. There was really nothing to be angry or sad over. What emotion was bothering him so much that he felt sick?

Draco had just settled in a compartment with Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. He sat on one side with Blaise and Pansy, him being squished in the middle of the two. Pansy spoke in her shrill voice to the other boys. The compartment was soon filled with loud chatter. Draco merely stared down at his hands folded in his lap with too much on his mind. He would only sometimes join in on the conversation when he were to answer a question but that was it. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts.

With his new discovery about himself, he didn't have the urge to talk to his friends. He didn't want to talk to anybody. He just wanted to shrivel up alone and tune out the world, slowly fading away until he had no more thoughts.

Finding out you were gay and in love with Harry Potter wasn't always a great thing for a Malfoy. Actually, it would never be a good thing under any circumstance. Never would he be accepted by his family. Maybe his friends but never his family. And that's what made him feel absolutely revolting. His family would think he were execrable. This was all because he loved Harry Potter, and he absolutely hated himself for that. No denying it. The boy would be the death of him.

He inwardly groaned when they heard the tires screeching to a halt as they had arrived at Hogwarts. Not because he didn't want to be there, but because he would have to interact with people. He just did not have the energy for that. He had become much of an introvert in such little amount of time. It was quite sad.

His father had told him all about the Triwizard Tournament that was planned to occur during the school year, but only sixth years and up could enter. Draco didn't care much for it, seeing that he wasn't interested in entering at all.

Draco stood up as they came to a complete stop and began to grab his bags above his compartment. All of his friends had gathered their things and left the compartment, leaving Draco to collect his things in peace. After doing so, he left and slid the door close behind him. He began walking towards the exit, but was stopped as someone bumped into him causing both him and the boy to fall on their arses.

Draco looked up to meet a pair of emerald eyes staring at him. Harry almost looked as if he were expecting a rude comment to come from Draco. He looked at Harry with no expression on his face and replied very monotonously, "Watch it, Scarhead." Draco shook his head and stood up, dusting himself off. He reached his hand out for Harry. An act of kindness. Harry looked at it skeptically before reaching out his own. Before their hands touched, the Weasley bumped Draco out of the way.

"Move it, Malfoy." Ron sneered before helping Harry up.

Draco gathered his things again and merely rolled his eyes before walking away from the two boys. He walked off the train to find a carriage with his friends. Finally spotting Blaise and Pansy, he strode over to the carriage. He took a seat across from the two.

"Hello, Dray." Pansy purred once he was seated.

Draco sneered, "Don't call me that."

Blaise and Pansy snickered. They immediately stopped as they saw the Golden Boy with his posse walking towards their carriage. They guessed there was no more open carriages, but why their carriage? Why did it have to be them? The mudblood was the first who spoke.

"May we sit here? There's no other carriages left." She didn't look happy as she asked.

As Pansy started to say a remark, Draco spoke for her looking at the dark and cloudy sky, "Sure."

Pansy and Blaise snapped their heads towards him, "Dray!" Pansy whined. Draco rolled his eyes and scooted over to the end of the seat. Harry took a seat next to him with Hermione on his other side. Ron was stuck between Pansy and Blaise who both crossed their arms and slumped in their seats. The six of them sat in silence as the carriage began to move. Weasley looked miserably at Harry and Hermione. He caught Draco's eye and shot him a glare. Draco gave him an amused glance before giving a side glance to Harry. He was seated very closely between Hermione and Draco. The whole ride they all mostly shifted uncomfortably in a silence full of tension.

Once the carriage stopped, Blaise and Pansy practically pounced off of it, grabbing their things and leaving. The Golden Trio quickly got off too. Leaving, once again, Draco to gather his things by himself. He sighed deeply through his nose as he gracefully hopped off of thecarriage. He followed the large cluster of his peers to the entrance to the prodigious castle.

As he reached the Great Hall, Draco briskly strode to the Slytherins' table, taking a seat at the end near his four friends. He propped his head up on the palm of his hand with his elbow on the table. His family would've scolded him for not using proper table manners. He sighed and rolled his eyes thinking about his family. Pansy gave him an odd look, but he didn't bother saying anything to her. He didn't have the energy.

Draco didn't make the slightest noise as few first years were sorted into Slytherin, nor did he think about tormenting the new first years. Once again, he didn't have it in him.

Once everyone was sorted and Albus Dumbledore began his customary speech, Draco began to zone out. He ignored all of the kids' noises or shifts in their seats. He ignored the headmaster's words already knowing all about this god-awful tournament. It was basically a suicide game. Or maybe that was just the coward thinking for him.

After the long and droning speech and everyone began eating their feast that magically appeared in front of them, Draco made a move for the door ignoring his friend's protests for him to stay. He was too emotionally exhausted to eat. He quickly paced to the dungeons, wanting to curl up on his bed and fall into a deep sleep. Once reaching the dungeons, he spoke the password in Parseltongue seeming that the password was the same every year. He made for the dorms, which he had one alone. Thank Merlin. Draco entered his dark filled with green everywhere. He scoffed as he slipped his shoes off; he didn't bother taking his clothes off as all he wanted to do was sleep. He soon collapsed on his soft bed, curled into a small ball. He shut his eyes and let all of his thoughts go to waste as he slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.