Finally (An Eighth year Drarry story)

An Eventful Ride (Sort of)

They got to the station and Harry slipped the cloak over himself as they walked towards the platform. When they walked through the barrier, the platform was exactly as Harry expected it to be. It was 30 minutes before the train's departure time and there were tons of wizards and witches milling about, quite a few too many with cameras and no children in Harry's opinion, he frowned and kept moving forward. He heard a hush drop over a large portion of the platform and heard camera shutters snap. Harry startled and almost blew up on the crowd thinking they had seen him somehow. But what he saw when he turned around actually only infuriated him further. Malfoy and his mother walked away from the barrier and toward the train, trying to hold their heads up like the people scrambling backward and shielding their children didn't sting their dignity at all.

Harry didn't even think, he tore his cloak off, and shoved it into Ron's arms who spluttered for a moment confused before he and Hermione made eye contact and realized how upset Harry was. Hermione reached for his arm, but Harry was already storming in the direction of the Malfoys. Draco was the first to see him coming and flinched minutely and gripped his mother's hand to pull her partially behind him protectively. He was obviously unsure of Harry's intentions and worried he would do something stupid and rash, which he wasn't wrong about.

When Harry reached the Malfoy's and drew his wand he turned around and pointed it at anyone with a camera. "HOW DARE YOU!" He screamed, enraged at the lack of empathy these people had. "THEY HAVE BEEN THROUGH QUITE ENOUGH AND IF I HEAR ONE MORE HORRIBLE WHISPER ABOUT THEM BELONGING IN AZKABAN I'M GONNA START HEXING PEOPLE!" Harry sagged a bit, and turned towards Draco, 

"The reason they're not there now is because they don't deserve to be." He didn't quite make eye contact with Draco but he shrugged his shoulders at him and then turned to the crowd. "NOW, DON'T YOU PEOPLE HAVE SOMETHING BETTER TO STARE AT!" He then stomped away back towards Hermione and Ron who put their arms around his shoulders and walked towards the train together, the cameras now pointed towards the "Golden Trio" as they boarded.

Draco was flushed red at Potter's outburst, but at least now the attention was on him and not his family anymore. Saint Potter wanted another new story he presumed. Don't get him wrong, Draco was extremely grateful to Potter for keeping his mother and himself from being sent to Azkaban, but it didn't mean he was suddenly best friends with the git. It was more like a mutual truce that Draco hoped would remain unspoken.

Draco turned towards his mother and setting down his trunk took one of her small, carefully manicured hands in both of his, encasing it wholly. "I'm already looking forward to Christmas." She smiled softly, "I don't know what I'm going to do in that house by myself."

"Maybe you should find a hobby," Draco smirked playfully, "you could always take up knitting." He teased.

His mother scoffed playfully and withdrew her hands in mock offense. "Never! A mal—Black, never works with their hands." She stuttered over her maiden name, not quite used to the change quite yet.

"Just a thought," Draco smiled at his mother as he pulled her into a hug warmer than his father would have ever approved of in public. "I can't wait for Christmas either." He pulled away, kissing his mother on the head, his 5 inches of height advantage making it easy.

He turned and gave one less wave to his mother as he boarded the train, it was still fairly early before the train's departure but he wanted to find Pansy and Blaise quickly (Goyle was on house arrest and hadn't been allowed to return to Hogwarts this year). Draco boarded the train and walked along the corridor peering into each train compartment, half of which were still empty as most wizards preferred to keep the habit of arriving at the very last second. A habit that always baffled Draco, who preferred to be as early as possible.