Over The Edge

The Hogwarts Express

A/N
I do not own any of these characters nor the Harry Potter universe. They all belong to JK Rowling.
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Harry woke up bright and early the day they had to go to Kings Cross. He was still one of the last ones to wake up though.

Ms Weasley was downstairs making breakfast and snacks for the train, Mr Weasley was reading the paper, Sirius was laughing with Fred and George, Tonks was making faces at Ginny causing her to snort into her pudding, Hermione had her nose in a book while petting Crookshanks, and Ron was pacing quickly most likely nervous to be a prefect.

Harry looked around feeling as though he should be happier, more excited, but instead all he felt was rather sad. He would miss Sirius and it wouldn't be the same with Ron on Prefect duty all the time. But as he didn't want to ruin anyone else's day he plastered on a fake smile and sat down.

As everyone had already packed most of the stuff they needed it was rather calmer then usual but the house was still a muck with people running around grabbing things from abandoned rooms and throwing them into their trunks.

Harry had to run and grab a couple of stray socks and books but other then that he was fine.

As soon as everyone was ready to go they all side along apparated to a small alleyway near Kings Cross. Mr Weasley went and got them all trolleys and they loaded there things on to them.

They walked into the station, Sirius trotting along behind them in his dog form, and geared up to run into the platform. They go in pairs, Fred and George first, then Mr Weasley and Sirius, Then Ms Weasley and Ginny, and finally Harry and Ron.

They broke into a run as they got close and Harry closes his eyes. When he opens them again they are on Platform 9 3/4's. He looks around with nostalgia remembering all the things that have happened over the years trying to make himself feel what he should be feeling, but he still felt sad and empty. Once again though he places a fake smile on his face and loads his trunk onto the train. After a lot of pushing and pulling and lifting, everyone's things are on the train. They get off again to say goodbye to Mr and Ms Weasley and to Sirius who they all give loving pats on the head to. Ms Weasley gives all her children big, bone crushing hugs and Hermione blushes when she's pulled in as well. Harry just merely smiles as he's used to Ms Weasley compassion for them, though he is a bit embarrassed when he realizes she has tears in her eyes after pulling away from them.

While Ms Weasley is congratulating Ron and Hermione yet again on becoming prefects, Harry looks around the station to see all the other students being sent off by their parents.

Suddenly his eyes settle on a boy who's off in the corner talking to some others, he wasn't sure who it is but he sure was good looking, even from the back Harry could tell that he had a toned figure and he could definitely see he had a nice ass even through the robes he was wearing.

Harry scanned the boys body, his long legs, slim torso, all the way up to his pale blonde hair. Wait. Harry thought... He thought he knew who that pale blond hair belonged to and he didn't want to believe it.

But then the boy in question turned around and Harry gasped as fear gripped his body. Not cause he was scared of the boy that had just turned around, but because that boy was Draco Malfoy, and Harry thought he looked rather handsome.

"Harry. Harry!"

Someone was speaking to him. He turned around to see Hermione trying to get his attention.

"Um sorry spaced off a bit. What were you saying?" He asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes a bit but smiled.

"I just said that we better get on the trains going to leave soon."

Harry nodded and without meaning to looked around and his eyes landed on Draco once more. He ripped himself away and followed Hermione onto the train and into their compartment.

Once the train started and had pulled away from the station, Hermione and Ron got up to go to the Prefects compartment.

"We'll be back soon Harry!" They both said as they left.

But Harry was hardly listening. No matter how hard he tried to get it out of his head he just couldn't stop thinking about the way Malfoys hair had looked, or how his grey eyes were like storm clouds.

Bloody hell, he thought, I fancy Malfoy. He shook his head in disbelief. "This can not be happening" He muttered to himself, leaning his forehead against the window.

"This can't be bloody happening".