Two Houses (HarryxDraco)

Chapter 7

Draco was suddenly jerked awake when the train slowed to a stop and he hit the other side of his head on the bathroom wall.

"Ow! Bugger..." he grumbled, rubbing his sore head. He yawned and stretched out his long limbs, aching from sitting in such a cramped space for several hours. The journey had been an uncomfortable one, but at least they had finally arrived. Draco listened intently as students scrambled off of the train, waiting until it had quietened down before making his exit. The last thing that he needed was for anyone to see that he had been hiding in the toilets for the entire journey.

"Oof!"

"Watch it!"

As luck would have it, Draco opened the toilet door and walked straight into none other than Harry Potter. Their bodies crashed together with such force that Draco stumbled back into the small toilet, grabbing the door frame to steady himself. Out of instinct, Harry fumbled for his wand and pulled it out of his robes, but he paused when he realised who he had bumped into. Draco was still an enemy, but evidently, he hadn't been deemed a particularly dangerous one since Harry quickly stuffed his wand back into his pocket.

"Malfoy?" he said curiously. "What are you still doing on the train?"

Surprised at his nemesis's sudden and unexpected appearance, Draco was left momentarily dumbstruck, but he was quick to regain his composure. Smoothing down his robes he glared at Harry.

"Merlin, Potter, are you as blind as you are stupid?" he snapped, slamming the toilet door shut behind him. "Watch where you're going!"

"I'm not the one swinging doors into people's faces!" Harry raged. His eyes narrowed and he gave Draco a curious look. "Why were you hiding in the toilet?"

"I wasn't hiding!" he replied defensively. "I was...well, I'm sure you can guess. Just get out of my way, will you?"

Draco tried to push past Harry but was stopped by his large trunk which blocked the path along the narrow corridor. He turned to Harry and looked impatiently at him.

"Move your trunk out of the way," he demanded.

Harry snorted. "Not bloody likely."

"Fine." Draco drew his wand and pointed it at the trunk. "I'll just blast it out of my way."

"What are you playing at?" Harry spat angrily as he grabbed Draco's wand arm. "That's my stuff!"

"And? It's probably full of rags, anyway," Draco huffed as he tried to pull his arm free from Harry's vice-like grip. "I'll be doing you a favour blowing it up!"

Harry tried to wrestle the wand out of Draco's hand but Draco wouldn't relent. Twisting and pushing against each other, Draco took a step backwards and tripped over the trunk. He reached out for the only thing within reach and grabbed a fistful of Harry's robes to stop himself from falling over, but Harry lost his footing and both of them tumbled over the trunk and landed with a loud thud on the carriage floor, arms and legs akimbo. Harry's pet carrier flew out of his hand and clattered to the ground with a loud bang and the little ferret inside squeaked with fright. Harry's eyes widened with horror.

"Shit! Asha, are you okay?" he cried.

The creature squeaked feebly in the affirmative and a white furry head popped out of the cage door, which now lay ajar. Harry let out a long sigh and his body relaxed against Draco's, relieved that his pet wasn't injured. Draco grunted as Harry's body continued to pin him to the floor.

"Get off me, you great lump!" Draco wriggled helplessly under the weight of Harry's body. Harry, however, did not move.

"Not until you drop your wand," he countered, glaring down at Draco.