Next Time Around

New friendships, old enemies

Author's note:
Honestly there's not a lot for me to tell you... I like this chapter a lot, so I hope you enjoy it? Oh yeah also there's no warnings for this chapter; a little fluff, a little angst... that's about it.

Also the amount of reads I've been getting is really crazy. Not that I'm complaining but seriously- wow.

Disclaimer: me no own HP characters or background. Me own plot and OC's though. Me sad me no own HP universe...

Enjoy!

'I know Stacy... I'll see you in the Yule- Christmas break.

'Yes Ryan I'll reply to any letters you send. Just don't forget to give the letter to the owl, ok?

'Ok Maddie. Thanks... yeah. Ok I really have to go now.'

Harry, trunk in hand and snake coiled under his shirt, was futilely trying to leave the orphanage. He would have been out in five minutes, was it not for those pesky children hanging onto him.

'Dylan, stop that. I really have to go. Yes, I will write you too.'

With a small but for once sincere smile, Harry untangled himself from the kids clinging onto him. The caretakers, smiling and waving as well, wished him a good time and finally he was good to go.

With a sigh he slid into the cab waiting for him, reserved under Elias' name.

'King's Cross please.'

The driver nodded and off they went. Traffic was rather light, and therefore they were there in barely half an hour. At the train station, Harry quickly payed and walked in with his trunk, that had been transfigured to a stylish briefcase for the occasion.

Casually he stepping through the barrier at Perron 9 3/4. It was busy as always on the other side, and Harry, generally adverse to human contact, had to work hard to not collide with anyone.

He successfully made it to the train though, and walking through it contemplated where to sit. He knew he wanted an empty compartiment, preferably in the back, but it was questionable if there was still one available.

Walking through the train, head held high, most purebloods wondered why they had never seen him before. He seemed quite the pureblood to be honest, and he was handsome too. Harry himself was only faintly aware of their staring. He had, after all, successfully found a decent compartment at the back of the train. Empty and clean, it was just fine for him. He pulled out a book on quantum dynamics and got to it. In his opinion, quantum dynamica was completely underrated. It was a shame not many people knew a lot about it.

So emerged in his book was he, that he didn't notice the insistent knocking on the door of his compartment. It wasn't until a high voice called out his name repeatedly that he looked up, blinking a couple of times.

A fancy wave of his hand, and the door was open. Immediately, a boy stumbled in.

Draco, not expecting the door to suddenly open, had been leaning comfortably against the doorpost when Harry suddenly flicked it open. Only barely retaining his balance, he nearly fell head-first into Harry's crotch area. Red as a beet, he awkwardly managed to make his way onto the bench opposite Harry.

Harry was actually rather amused by the whole thing, rather than ashamed or embarrassed.

'New experience, Draco?'

Poor Draco managed to get at least three shades darker red.

'No! I stumbled! I- you- the door, I mean-'

'Yeah. Sure you did. All the door's fault.'

Harry smirked to himself and turned another page, paying no attention to the boy opposite him who had by now almost turned purple. Draco, looking everywhere but Harry, was silent. Only for a minute though- he hated the tension that arose when no one talked.