I'll Make You Mine

7.

Draco POV, First Night of 5th Year

I finally felt my shoulders relax as I stepped onto the train, knowing that my father, at least, was already gone. As I relaxed, all I could think about now was a certain raven haired boy who I ached to see. I had thought of Harry all summer, wishing to write to him, to see him, to hear him laugh. I looked out the windows as my subconscious led me to the compartment the Golden Trio always sat in. A part of me hoped he'd already be there, but I knew he would be hugging his godfathers/uncles/dads, whatever you want to call them, goodbye. I noticed a head of raven hair, and stopped at the window. There he was, laughing as Sirius and Remus goofed around with him, also catching sight of Ron and Hermione. The three friends bid the two men goodbye, and hopped on the train also. I rushed to the compartment so that no one who would tell my dad could see our reunion.

A few minutes after I go to the compartment, my trunk was up and I was sitting down, my left leg jittering as I waited anxiously. The door slid open, there was a thud as some ones luggage dropped, and I looked up to see Harry.

"Harry!" I whispered excitedly, taking him in. He had grown up over break; his hair was just as messy as always, he had new glasses that were absolutely perfect adorned his face- still round, but they fit better, were more modern, and highlighted his cheekbones and chin, his green eyes shined as he looked at me, his plump pink lips pulled into a stunning smile, and he had grown a little bit taller, too.

"Draco!" He breathed also, taking me in. His eyebrow went up as he took me in, and he bit his lip, absolutely distracting me. He rushed forward, and captured me in a hug. "I missed you tons."

I squeezed him tighter. "Me too, Harry, I wanted to write, but I couldn't, I'm-"

"It's fine, I'm just glad to see you again."

Ron snorted. "He's being modest, he's actually really really really really happy to see you. He wouldn't shut up about you when we were together. Everyday, it was 'oh my god, I miss Draco, I wish he were here, I wish he could write, I wish I could see him, I-"

"Okay, Ronald, that's enough," Hermione giggled, slapping a hand over his mouth.

I looked at Harry with an eyebrow raised. He was blushing lightly, and I laughed at him, also internally cursing him for being so attractive and adorable all at the same time.

"How were your guys' breaks?"

"Filled with whining Harry," Ron blurted.

"They were good," Harry spoke over Ron's laughing. "We spent a lot of time just going places in the wizarding and muggle worlds. We got a tour of the Ministry, that was cool. How was yours?"

I shrugged. "Not that great. Just stayed in the house. Tried to avoid my father."

He pouted a bit. "I'm sorry, Dray.... What about your mother? Did you spend time with her, at least?"

I thought back to summer, when my mother was busy with the meetings and planning and everything with Him. I spent maybe an hour with her all break. "Not as much as I'd have liked to. She was busy."

He covered my hand with his. "Well, at least we get to see each other now, right?"

I looked at our hands, then looked back to him. "Yeah," I smiled. "At least we see each other again." And as fake as that might have sounded, it was true. As we sat on the train together, just chatting, I felt automatically better after the crappy summer I'd had. He managed to make me forget about all that had happened, and I felt at ease around him. Our hands stayed where they were, and helped keep me from zoning out and being lost in thought.

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Harry POV, After Dinner on the Same Day

I saw Draco walking toward me, but he was caught in conversation with Pansy, and didn't see me. As he passed me, I grabbed his hand and pulled him away, towards the doors.

"Wha-" he screamed at first, struggling, but when he saw me, he relaxed. "Harry."

"Hi," I laughed. We exited the doors, and I went to let go of his hand, but he tightened his grip on my hand.

"Sorry, it's just... dark. I don't want to... trip."

I shrugged. It didn't seem that unreasonable, right? (Harry is such an idiot, I'm sorry, why do I make my characters so dumb.) "Ok." We continued walking in silence, hands intertwined, and I smiled. "I missed you," I said. "I've said it a couple times, but... I really did."

"Yeah... me too. I almost cried when I saw you today. I felt so happy and relieved that I was with you again. Having you around calmed me down a lot, and took my mind off of some of the less fun things that happened. And, of course, you look really... hot, so that doesn't hurt either."

I turned my face away from him, despite the fact that the dark hid the blush on my cheeks. "R- really?" I stuttered.

"Well, I mean, yeah. You'll have no problem getting a girlfriend this year."

Of course, he would never say it out of interest in me. That'd be ridiculous, I scolded myself for getting my hopes up. "Yeah, I suppose." I debated coming out right there and then, but I didn't. It was the first day back, I just wanted to enjoy this moment with him.

"It's beautiful out here. I never really appreciate the grounds while I'm here, but when I get back, for the first week, it amazes me how... magical, it is." He shot me a smirk when he said magical, and I groaned.

"I hate you, that was absolutely terrible. I can't... how am I even friends with you?"

He bumped my shoulder with his. "Shut it, you liked that, you know you did."

I shook my head and smiled. "I mean, there have been worse that I've heard. There are really bad ones in the muggle world, you wouldn't believe it. And of course, there are some absolutely terrible, terrible ones that Ron tells. Let me tell you, spend an hour alone with him, your ears will be bleeding."

He laughed, and laid down on the ground, pulling me with him. "I'm glad to be back, ya know. I feel so much freer here."

"What... what happened with your father? Was it pretty bad?"

"No, well, yes, but not as bad as I imagined. For the most part I just stayed upstairs in my room alone, trying to avoid them. I had a lot of... family over. Mother and father were busy."

"I'm sorry. That sounds tough.... Speaking of your father... I don't want to worry you or anything, I don't know, it might be nothing, but when we got the tour of the Ministry, Mr. Weasley and I went to the Department of Mysteries to see some old courtrooms, and we passed a hallway and... well, it was unlabelled, and your father was standing there, talking to Fudge. It seemed rather, oh I don't know, shifty, because when we walked by, they stopped talking, and Fudge was sweating a bit. Like I said, maybe it was nothing, but..."

He was silent for a bit, and then said, "It kind of doesn't surprise me if my father is involved in something. My family.... You can guess what they're like from stories you've heard. And if it was in the Department of Mysteries..." he fell silent again. "Nevermind. I don't want to worry about them right now. It's important, but not right now. But thank you, Harry, for telling me."

"Yeah... no problem," I said, leaning into him. We fell silent after, and continued laying there for a while, and it was the happiest I had been all summer long.

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Sorry it's been awhile, guys, I've been having some writer's block. But, nevertheless, I'm back, there's a new chapter, and yeah. That's all. Hope you enjoyed the slightly crappy chapter. Bye.