Drarry: a Beauty and the Beast story

Chapter 2; The Hogwarts Express

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Heyy my dear reader(s)
I hoped you guys liked the first chapter, because here's the second one!
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POV Draco

Draco was one of the first students who got on the train, especially because he was half an hour early on the platform. But he just wanted to be on that trains as soon as possible, far away from his family.

After he’d embarrassed them by practically puking on the Dark Lord, all he has been receiving is the evil eye from his dad. Draco felt miserable and not only because he had spilled his entire stomach contents, but mainly of the side effects of the Cruciatus curse that followed.

To say that Voldemort was infuriated about having vomit on his feet was an understatement.

Draco walked all the way to the last compartment and took his seat. Normally he would wait for Pansy and Blaise and then they would sit in their usual seats, but right now he just needed to be alone.

He didn’t get any sleep yesterday because of all the pain. He curled up in his seat and closed his eyes. Someone would wake him up as the train arrived.

Harry POV

As hard as it was, he had finally succeeded to wake up his uncle and remember him that he had to drive Harry to Kings Cross.

Harry had already woke up early himself and has dragged down his suitcase.
“Don’t think I will leave this house before you’ve made me a proper breakfast, and I do not want the same slate as yesterday!” Vernon scolded.
“Yes uncle Vernon,” Harry answered, being extra obedient since his uncle was his only way to get to the platform.
“Don’t you dare to try to make nice with me. Your pathetic schmoozing won’t have any effect on me anyways, you little freak,” Vernon said.

Without any warning he grabbed him by his hair and smashed his head against the kitchen counter. Harry hit the edge and took in a sharp breath as pain panged through his head.
Satisfied, uncle Vernon walked away. He was trying to stand up, but then he felt a thin trickle of blood seeping down his temple. Fuck, why did Vernon have to be that aggressive?

Of course, Harry was used to getting hurt, but he’d rather not show his friends, or Molly. She would only get worried. With that thought he stood up and went to search for a towel to stop the bleeding while he was making breakfast.

“And if you spill one drop of blood on the kitchen floor, I won’t set a foot out of this house, understood?!” his uncle yelled. Harry nods while throwing two eggs into a pan, careful though, to not spill any blood.

After uncle Vernon ate his eggs almost without a death threat, they both put on their coats and go out to the car.

*skip to Kings Cross*

When Harry got his suitcase and Hedwig’s cage out of the car and onto a trolley, he just stood there awkwardly staring at uncle Vernon.
“Just piss off boy, it’s not like you’re getting a goodbye kiss, no one’s going to miss you,” Vernon murmured.

He didn’t have to say that twice, Harry was glad to leave, he almost run to platform 9 ¾.  But before he run through the wall, it occurred to him that he didn’t clean up his face before leaving so there’d probably still be blood on his face.
He quickly glanced at the clock, seeing that there wasn’t much time left so he’d had to hurry.

He watched his own appearance in the mirror at the station’s toilets. He saw a skinny boy with incredibly messy hair that was in great need of a brush with a gaping wound on his right temple. Harry took a wet tissue and dabbed it around the wound on his temple.

After he was done he swept some of his hair over the wound to cover it up and left the bathroom in a hurry. Shit shit shit, everyone is probably already on the train.

“Harry! There you are mate, we’ve been waiting for you for ten minutes. It’s going to be hard to find a free compartment now,” Ron said while they were getting on the train.
“Yeah, I'm sorry,” Harry panted.
“We have to walk to the back of the train, I’ve checked, everywhere else is full,” Hermione said while joining them.

They kept walking past over-full compartments, until they reached the last one where only a single boy seemed to be asleep.
“Well, this is it then I guess,” Harry said.

The three of them took place, Harry next to the sleeping boy and Ron and Hermione right across them. Harry looked at the boy. He had his long legs curled up and was turned away from him so he couldn’t see his face. He was wearing a purple hoodie and black skinny jeans that fit him tightly in exactly the right places.

“Who is that?” Ron asked loudly. Hermione lashed out to him.
“Shhh Ron, you’ll wake him up,” she hissed. Ron held up his arms in surrender while Harry laughed at his two friends, he’d missed them.

For a couple of minutes they talked about how they spent their summer. Ron was talking about how he almost won a quidditch game of Fred and George when all of a sudden the boy next to Harry started moaning.

It started out soft, but it got louder with the second until he was almost screaming. Harry also noticed that the boy started shaking heavily. He gave Hermione and Ron a look as he stood up and walked towards the boy. Harry carefully laid his hands on the boy’s shoulders and shook him a bit.

Draco POV

“So, this are your friends. Do you care about them?” he asks. “Of course I do,” I answer looking at Pansy and Blaise. He looks at me without any emotion before pointing his wand at Blaise. “Avada Kedavra,” he says monotone. I see a green flash and Blaise collapses onto the floor. “NO!” I scream and I feel tears running down my face. “You do not care about anything or anyone. You are a death eater, you are one of us,” he whispers, getting closer to me. I can feel his cold breath in my neck. I sob. “Second change, do you care about them?” he asks, now pointing his wand at Pansy. I can see the fear in her eyes, still she’s trying to not show it and keeps her head up. Pansy, my best friend, who has always been there for me. I'm not able to look at her. I can feel myself trembling as I try to suck in the air around me that suddenly has turned cold. “WELL?!” he shouts. I make eye contact Pansy, trying to find forgiveness. Cold sweat is running down my back and I start to get dizzy again. She lets down her head. “Kill them both,” he orders the death eaters surrounding us. I try to run, but I know it’s no use, he will find me. I feel the Mark burning on my skin, he will know exactly where I am. Voldemort will kill everyone and take over the Wizarding world. And who’s going to try and stop him?

Suddenly, Draco woke up and looked into the emerald green eyes of…
“Potter?!” he called out.
“Malfoy?!” Harry seemed just as surprised as Draco. Draco felt Harry’s hands on his shoulders and as Harry saw Draco gaping at his hands he pulled them back.
“What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?” Draco asked.
“It’s not like we would voluntary share a room with you, this was the only free compartment left,” Draco peered over Harry’s shoulder and saw an annoyed Weasel and the mudblood. Ugh. He sighed, that’s just what he needed.

First, he gets forced to get the dark Mark, then he pukes all over the Dark Lord, that led again to sleep deprivation which caused that gruesome nightmare. And as if he wasn’t punished enough, he had to be in one room with the people who hated him the most.

Draco felt disarmed without his friends around him and he’d rather get cursed by Voldemort again than embarrass himself in front of ‘the golden trio’. Even though he wanted to say something mean to get back at those idiots, he couldn’t think of something.

Harry was watching him cautious, like he expected Draco to explode every second, or at least snap back at them. And he wanted to snap back, really, they just made fun of him, in front of him! But all he could was staring into Harry’s eyes, the whole world seemed to fade and Draco couldn’t think clearly anymore.

What the fuck was happening? Without saying another word Draco got up and quickly escaped this awkward, stupid situation. He would spend the remaining time in the boys restroom.