Opposites - a Drarry Story

Opposites- Ch. 3

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By the time they reached Hogwarts, the rain had ceased and was replaced with a cloudy evening sky. When the train stopped, Malfoy swept wordlessly out of the compartment. Harry followed suit, and he was gone.

Harry searched for Ron and Hermione in the crowd as he climbed out of the train. It hadn't even occurred to him until now that they must have wondered where he went, and were concerned no doubt. He spotted them climbing onto one of the thestral drawn wagons and ran to catch up.

he reached the carriage just before the thestrals began a slow trot towards the castle, and looked up to see not only Ron and Hermione, but the faces of Neville and Luna as well. He greeted them warmly.

"I suppose you're not going to let us know where you ran off to on the train?" Said Hermione quietly, leaning slightly towards Harry so as not to let anyone but him and Ron hear. Harry looked at Ron. He too had an expectant look on his face.

Harry gulped. "um- er- Malfoy..." He mumbled cautiously.

Hermione and Ron's jaws simultaneously dropped.

"Malfoy's here." Hermione said in disbelief. "Malloy came back for eighth year. That's what you're telling us, Harry?"

Harry nodded. "Um, apparently."

Ron interjected, shaking his head. "Wait. Malfoy came back to Hogwarts, after everything that's happened with him being a death eater and all, and you ditched us on the train to spy on that horrible prat?!"

"Harry... I thought you were past this." Hermione said.

"No..." Harry argued. "I wasn't spying on him, not exactly. I was kind of... Checking on him?"

The last part came out as a question, because if Harry was honest he really didn't know why he bothered with Draco on the train. He really couldn't explain it.

Harry laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood, but it just came out sounding nervous.

"I know you've been right in the past, Harry, but I think im done trying to understand you and Malfoy." Hermione said with a exasperated eye roll.

Harry was glad.

As they clattered on toward the castle, the overcast night sky had began to give way, and clusters of brilliant stars could be seen shining through gaps in the thick clouds. Harry saw the brightly lit silhouette of Hogwarts, and a warm, familiar feeling grew in his chest. He was finally home again.

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Once inside the castle, all the students gathered around to see the new first years be sorted, but Harry was only half watching. He was busy scoping the area for Malfoy, though he couldn't seem to find him anywhere...

Then he saw him, standing behind the cluster of eighth years Harry was amongst. He was far against the back wall of the great hall with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his pale face. His eyes seemed to be on a fixed point, like he was in a thoughtful daze. Harry caught himself staring, but he didn't look away fast enough; Draco's eyes met his and a few seconds of uncomfortable eye contact ensued. It didn't seem like Malfoy was backing down from this anytime soon, so Harry quickly averted his eyes and turned back around.

Harry wasn't sure why, but he felt a cold chill on his back, like maybe Malfoy's eyes were still lingering on him; he didn't dare turn around to check.

The dinner was immaculate, of course. Hogwarts dinner always was, but especially so on the first day of term. Harry savored every bite, it felt so good to be back and eating Hogwarts food. He made conversation with Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and some others, but he was a bit detached.

Even as Headmistress McGonagall gave her closing word and sent them off to bed, Harry couldn't stop thinking about Draco Malfoy, his enemy.

He was supposed to be his enemy.

But if Draco was his enemy, why didn't Harry feel like it? There were certain emotions, certain feelings that Harry associated with foes. He, of all people recognized those- so why couldn't he feel them anymore?