Two boys in a snake den

Guess who's back? Back again...

For once Draco was actually thankful to finally be boarding the train back to Hogwarts, despite the mess and tomfoolery around him it would surely make for more suitable living conditions than the manor.

He'd taken to writing in his journal twice daily now, just from stress. Various panicked entries covered the pages, he wrote about his diet, homework schedule, dreams and every other mundane subject right down to using a blue UV light to scour the manor for neglected house elf semen, it seemed to be everywhere these days. 

Now, though, Pansy sat beside him and Blaise opposite, and for a moment or so he felt at peace. 

That was until Potter burst into his compartment looking dishevelled and all kinds of (sexy) stupid.

He groaned. "To what do I owe the displeasure, Potter?" and more quietly: "See what I did there Pans? Displeasure. Potter won't know whats bloody hit him!"

"I..I can hear you, Malfoy."

Draco straightened. (His back, not his sexuality, that wouldn't be possible. In case you've failed to notice; boy's gay as shit xoxo )

"I see, well what brings you to the elite carriage then? Here to steal some money for your poor ginger beggar friend? Or perhaps you've finally come to your senses and realised hanging out with filthy mudbloods is not for you."

"No, Malfoy. I'm just here to say I was sorry to hear about your father's passing."

"You hated my father."

"Yes."

"I hated my father."

"Mhm."

"I'm pretty sure the entire world hated- he was a twat, why are you sorry?"

Potter shrugged his quidditch toned shoulders and it definitely did not give Draco a stirring.

"It's horrible to lose family, love lost or no. I just thought I'd offer you my condolences."

Draco scratched his chin in suspicion.

"I see what's going on here.."

"You do?" Harry asked, wondering if Malfoy was finally going to pick up on the fact that he was extending a hand of friendship he'd rejected so long ago. That he suspected there was another side to Draco and that he'd be the one to pull it out of him. That after years of antagonistic rivalry he finally wanted them to overcome their childish quarrel, for everyone's sakes.

"You're a little pissbaby with daddy issues, soooooo obsessed with dead parents, and you want me to look like a little pissbaby too. Well hardy har har, your plan has failed. Once again I prove myself superior to your dull wit, once again the house of Salazar Slytherin reigns victorious over the wet wipe Godric bloody Gryffindor. So long Potter, your mission has been compromised nay completely obliterated and it's about high time you left, don't let the compartment door hit your sweet little arse on the way out dicktwitch!"

Pansy sighed. This was going to be one long term.