Pillow (Drarry)

Chapter 1- Pillow

Chapter 1: Pillow

September 1, 1998

On September 1st, Harry woke up and took himself to King's Cross Station and Platform 9 3/4 alone. He was going back for a make-up year at Hogwarts. He was alone because Hermione was working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry, and Ron was helping George continue Weasely's Wizard Wheezes in honor of Fred. It was a perfectly fine day; sunny for once, not rushed, no large crowds to jostle you and block your way. However, Harry felt a bit empty. He'd never ridden the Hogwarts Express alone, and he was nervous about spending a whole year at school without his friends. It felt wrong, and he wished he'd just stayed like the rest of his friends and began Auror training or something.

He settled into an empty cart and stared at a wall. Instead of putting his trunk up on the shelf, he just sat it on the seat across from him.

"Mind if I--" Harry started at the sound of a voice and his head whipped toward the now open compartment door. There, he saw a ruffled-looking Draco Malfoy, complete with dark circles under his eyes and a scowl. "Of bloody course, the only available cart is where you'd be sitting. Salazar, I knew I shouldn't have even come for 8th year, and now I'm stuck with Saint Potter, Savior of the Wizard World! Well, move over, there's no way to change things now," Malfoy levitated his trunk onto the rack and gracefully sat next to Harry, but made his displeasure quite obvious.

Harry sighed and moved over to the window, pressing his temple to the cool glass and watching the landscape outside move in and out of his vision at a dizzying speed. They sat in tense silence for what had to have been at least fifteen minutes before Malfoy broke it.

"So, where is the rest of the Golden Trio?" he asked.

"Hermione is working at the Ministry and Ron is helping George keep WWW running," Harry replied in a bored tone without looking back at his old nemesis.

"And our Savior, who could've literally done anything, came back to school?"

"In fact, yes. And I would appreciate it if you'd stop calling me that!" Harry was beginning to get annoyed and wished he had a valid reason to hex Malfoy.

"What, Savior? Would you prefer Golden Boy or Chosen One? Of course, I could also call you-" Malfoy abruptly stopped antagonizing Harry on account of shock. Harry had slapped him, his left cheek burned, and when he reached up to touch it, he hissed in pain and pulled it back away. He looked in Harry's direction to see impossibly green eyes glaring at him not even a foot away.

"I. Said. Don't!" he growled through clenched teeth. He then moved back to the window and huffed, "You just can't help yourself, can you? Not even an hour into the train ride and you've already made me lose my temper. Even after the war, you are still this constant adversary!"

Draco stayed quiet after that, subdued, if not by the handprint on his cheek, then by the angry words afterward. He sat to the wall, as far from Harry as the small seat allowed, his thoughts slowly lulling him into a rare, and much-needed sleep.

Harry had a book in his hands, but he was too cautious to actually read more than a sentence at a time. He listened to Malfoy's breathing and movements for any warning that he may attack.

They sat in silence for a while, and soon, Draco's breathing slowed. Harry finally glanced back to find a sleeping blond boy. He noticed how relaxed his features were and how peaceful he looked. It was an odd thing for Harry to see, as he'd only known Malfoy to ever wear a smirk or a scowl for seven years.

Suddenly, the train rocked violently and knocked Draco away from the wall. He landed hard on Harry's shoulder and the conscious boy wondered how it didn't wake him. Harry shifted uncomfortably under his sleeping enemy's weight, contemplating waking him. He decided against it, though, because he'd then be subjected to an irritable, annoying Malfoy. When he tried to simply move him, he fell onto Harry's lap with a light thud and Harry gave up.

Still tense and quite uncomfortable, he really tried to concentrate on his book. However, Malfoy soaked up as much attention as possible even when asleep by tossing and turning relentlessly. Once he finally settled down and a doubly annoyed Harry refocused his attention back to the first page of his book, Malfoy began to speak, "Potter," he muttered in his usual bitter voice, "traipsing around with his maddeningly messy hair and those impossibly green eyes in the middle of the night like he owns the place! I swear if he gets out of punishment for it one. More. Time. I may go insane! Potter...."

Harry stared down at the boy using him as a pillow as he grudgingly mutters "Potter" a few more times in a mix of shock and amusement.

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Draco finally woke up about thirty minutes before they arrived at Hogwarts. He jolted up when he realized that he was laying on Potter's lap. "Finally, I thought you were going to hold me hostage until the train stopped!" Harry exclaims,"We need to change into our robes." He turned away and did so without much thought, and Draco makes a point not to look as he also changed.

He turned to meet a curious gaze, "Dreaming about me earlier, were you?" Harry teased.

"What are you on about, Potter? And why was I laying on you?" Draco questioned.

"Well, you fell on me and wouldn't wake up or move, so I had to deal with you using me as a pillow until you woke up. But you were ranting about my 'maddeningly messy hair' and my 'impossibly green eyes' and how if I don't get in trouble traipsing around at night like I own the place one more time, you may just go insane!" Harry used air quotes when necessary and saw the paler boy's otherwise impassive features go slightly pink.

"I don't recall it, but if it included you, it was most definitely a nightmare," Draco was thankful that he'd already had an automatic comeback ready after hearing Harry's mocking recollection of the events during his slumber.

"Oh, shut up. We are so ridiculous!"

"What?"

"I never saw it, what Hermione has been telling me since the fifth year, until just now! We are completely ridiculous! Don't you see it? We see each other and immediately, we attack. We've been rivals since September first when we were eleven years old for no real reason. We are so petty! Merlin..." Harry verbalized his thoughts aloud for no apparent reason.

"Well, I had a couple, but I guess they were a bit ridiculous. Whatever, I still hate you."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I still despise you. I just realized how we still always act eleven around each other."

The train stopped, and Harry was almost glad. He was happy that he could get away from Malfoy, but nervous about his only year at Hogwarts he would spend without his two best friends. Malfoy could only distract him for so long.

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So! First Drarry fanfic, I've done a bit of writing on and off for the past few years, but I mostly just edit. I want to bring more Drarry into the world, so maybe this will be good! Please let me know if you find grammatical issues. I edited it, but I can miss things, and I hate having bad grammar. And I don't know about an update schedule for now, I have a pretty big amount of stuff on my plate, but I hope to update often. I love you little Drarry Ducklings, and I also love your funny, clever comments, so please leave me some! 😂😂😂

Welcome to my Drarry, and thanks for reading it!

*signs out with -Q*