Coming back to Hogwarts was difficult for Draco. He thought that people wouldn't want him here because he was on the wrong side of the war. He thought the person that would hate him the most was Harry Potter, after all he had reason to. The only reason Draco came back was because his mother begged him to finish his education.
Sitting on the train brought back so many memories. One of the things he remembered most was holding his hand out to The Golden Boy. He was devastated when Harry rejected him. From that day on he was determined to get Harry to notice him. This year, though Draco didn't want anything to do with attention or the spotlight. The plan was a quiet year devoted only to his studies.
The sound of the sliding door pulledDraco from his thoughts. The boy that constantly occupied his thoughts stood in the doorway.
"Hey Malfoy, mind if I join you all of the other compartments are full," Harry scratched the back of his head and waited for a response.
Draco had no clue why Potter was just standing there in the doorway and not taking a seat. Then he realized that Potter was waiting for a response.
"Yes, Potter take a seat." Draco motioned towards the seats across from him.
Harry let the door slide closed and threw a small smile at Draco to show his appreciation. The air in the compartment was a bit tense. Neither boy knew what to say to each other, conversation wasn't really a strong point for them. Draco could tell that Potter wanted to say something, but was too nervous or scared?
"Potter out with it already." Draco was tired of the stupid look on the boy's face.
"How was your summer? After the trials I mean."
"The summer was fine. Why do you ask?" The blond responded is a sharp tone.
"I just wanted to make sure you and your mother didn't suffer because of the actions you both were forced to take because of your father." The raven haired boy picked at the fabric on the seat.
"Yes, well, thank you Potter for all of your help." Draco knew it sounded sarcastic but he really meant what he said.
The train lurched to a start. Draco couldn't help but let his eyes drift to the dark haired boy staring out the window. Potter looked so at peace. Draco wished he could say the same, he couldn't close his eyes without images from the war plaguing him. These nights Draco barely slept in fear of seeing all the of the people that died.
The sway of the train made Draco feel sleepy as he watched the scenery zoom past.
Bloody and tear stained faces. Voldemort calling him over after announcing that Harry Potter was dead. Everything got worse after that. He was forced to kill anyone who refused to follow the Dark Lord. He couldn't do it. He couldn't do it. His family will be punished for his cowardice. His mother is going to die because of him. No! No! NO!
He jumped awake. Potter's hand was on his shoulder and he was looking at Draco with concerned eyes.
"Malfoy are you alright? You just kept repeating the word no over and over," His warm emerald eyes stared into Draco's cold blue ones.
Draco shrugged Harry's hand off, "I'm fine," He replied coldly.
Harry sat back down in his seat, but Draco could see that he still wanted to know more. He was horrified that Potter saw him being so weak. He was a Malfoy, he wasn't supposed to show any emotions. The rest of the ride Draco refused to even acknowledge Potter's presence.
When the train finally lurched to a stop Draco all but bolted off of the train. Getting away from the boy he shared the compartment with was his main priority. He went straight to the carriages unlike most people who were walking slowly with friends.
