Resorted

Chapter Forty-two

The time for Hogwarts came and the four kids were not happy about attending. Draco, Blaise and Pansy because they knew Voldemort would try something and did not want to be caught in the middle of this. Harry, because he knows he will have to face everything: the pupils, the teachers, Death Eaters, N.E.W.T.S and as the cherry on top Voldemort.

Sleep. Draco had forgotten how much he missed it. The peacefulness of the night in Grimmauld Place descended onto him earlier that night and he welcomed it in a wheat-field hug. So sedative, so narcotic, so hedonistic. Like floating on clouds or even complete blackness so when you wake you do not remember falling to sleep. Although that thought sometimes irked him, he still shook that Version of Sleep's hand. Draco had his legs thrown over Harry's and an arm slung over his shoulder while Harry rested just atop his chest.

It was around Four am when they heard a loud crack! In their room. Startled, the boys leapt up and swiftly grabbed their wands behind their pillows. Draco was wearing a pair of muggle joggers Harry demanded he brought and Draco could never say no to the bright eyes. Harry was in one of Draco's night shirts he used to make fun of because it's silk and like a nightgown. "Stupefy!" Harry shouted first but it was blocked by the person they knew the voice of.
"Blaise?" yelled Draco as he lowered his wand slightly.
"Mornin' love birds. Guess who passed their apparation test?" He opened his arms widely and gestured to himself.
Rolling his eyes, Harry got back under the covers, "I really do not care Zabini; I was having a peaceful night so go celebrate the fact that your old somewhere else." Sighed Harry and grabbed Draco by the leg to pull him to the bed.
"Who can apparate and who cannot?" He teased and folded his arms. Blaise was met with silence and apparated out of the room. They heard a squeal so they knew Pansy had been greeted the same way.

"No, get up," Draco said a few minutes later. He tried wriggling out of Harry's grip but Draco never knew he was so strong, "Harry James Potter get up or Granger can tutor you." He warned and Harry's arm went to jelly quickly.
"It's four in the morning." Harry said in an annoyed tone while he clumsily sat up in the bed. Draco leant his head on Harry's shoulder
"We can sleep on the train Scarhead, but i can't go back to sleep." He mumbled into Harry's shoulder.
"But I can!" protested Harry but still didn't move.
"Well tough. I'm not sleeping and neither are you." Draco stated and he started to get out of bed.
"Dragon!" he groaned and reached out for Draco to no avail.

Twenty minutes past and Draco managed to get Harry out of the bed with the promise of a shared shower and a nap on the train. Bags hung under his eyes as Harry made his way down the stairs with loud, thumping feet just behind a slightly more awake Draco. "Tea" Draco demanded when he slumped on a seat at the dining table.
"Do it yourself" mumbled Harry whist sitting on Draco's lap he thought was the chair next to his boyfriend. Yet Draco still wound his arms around Harry's waist and pulled the Raven-haired teenager closer to teenager. "Facerebibe Thea" Draco said and wound his wand in a whisp action. Across the room, the kettle started to boil and a teabag was levitated into a mug. "Make two" Harry sighed when Draco rubbed circles on his side. "Duo" and he did the same movement.

Once the drinks were made, the two sat in a comfortable silence and forgot all their worries, they forgot the prophecy, they forgot Voldemort, they forgot about all the attacks. Several death threats were hanging over their heads, but the two relaxed in the dining room of the house and enjoyed their serene silence.

The couple finished their drinks and were complacent to just remain in their position. Harry's head tilted back into the nook of Draco's neck while Draco sighed and hovered his head just above Harry's shoulder.

"Why hello," a voice jokingly purred from the doorway. Stunned, Draco jumped making Harry hit the floor with a thump. "Didn't mean to startle you, sugars'," Pansy laughed and did the same spell Draco did, "merely greeting two friends on an early September first!" she sat opposite the chair the couple did and put one leg draped over the other.
"I really doubt that Parkinson." Harry growled while boorishly dropping back on Draco making the blonde let out a small 'humph' but he didn't hear a complaint.
"KREATCHER!" Yelled Draco and the house-elf popped up.
"What can I do for young master Black?" he asked but mumbled after, "Young Master Black was un-purified. Young Black is in love," he said scowling, "with a filthy half-blood. If only mistress could see what has become of the Black's."
"One normal English and a large." He spat out to the House-elf. The pathetic thing popped away quickly without a bow or a reply.

"What's got your hat wrinkled?" she asked and brought the cup to her lipstick-pink lips.
"Zabini." Replied Harry
"Apparation?" she questioned and they nodded, "When I see that good-for-nothing Italian, I will throttle him with my bare hands." she growled.

"Aww, nice to know I'm loved!" Blaise said from the doorway and put a hand on his heart, "I am touched, truly touched."
"Speak another word, and this fork is going where the sun doesn't shine." Pansy banged it on the table for emphasise.
"She wouldn't... would she?" Harry looked to Draco for an answer who just smirked.

Two Pop!’s later, Kreatcher had the two plates of food placed in front of Pansy and Draco with Harry still on his lap. “Accio forks.” Harry mumbled and the forks flew to his hand without using a wand.
“Where’s mine?” Moaned Blaise and he sat a seat away from Pansy.
“Make it yourself.” Draco said before eating part of a bacon strip.

A few seconds later, Blaise apparated out of the room to who knows where. The next sound they heard was a girly shriek from upstairs and a bark. “PADFOOT! LEAVE THE KID ALONE!” Remus commanded while running down the stairs carrying two children. Blaise had almost tumbled down the stairs, a large Black dog barking and trying to bite him. 

At nine, they all left for the platform using the Floo and it was time to say goodbye. Harry promised to write if anything happens, and they said they would do the same (Harry knew that was a lie).
“We'll catch you on the train!” Harry yelled behind him to Blaise and Pansy while dragging Draco with him. Without asking questions, Draco followed until they found an empty compartment and Harry pulled the curtains to. “Why did you- oh, OK.” Draco interrupted himself when Harry pulled him onto his lap and latched to his neck. “So, I’m a sex toy, now am I?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Harry mumbled against Draco’s skin.
“We'll get caught.” But Draco made no move to stop as he helped pull Harry’s jumper off.

In no time at all, Harry was trying to undo his zipper when Draco stopped grinding on him, when the door slid open. “Times up darlings!” Pansy announced and finally looked at the two males frozen in place, “How are you not done? You were given an hour!” she scrutinised and shoved Blaise and someone else (Harry guessed Hermione) out of the way.
“Told you we'd get caught.” Draco said when he put his t-shirt back on, Harry helped with the buttons and purposely touched his bare skin to send shivers down Draco.
“Well you didn’t stop me either.” He pointed out.
Draco rolled his eyes, “I’m a hormonal teenager. My boyfriend offers sex, what am I going to do? Decline?” he scoffed at the thought. Finally, the other three entered the train. Because Pansy wanted to lie down- Blaise's fault they pointed out- there wasn’t room for personal space. “What? HEY!” Complained Draco when Harry pulled him into his lap. “Harry James Potter put me down!” Draco whacked his arm but Harry made no effort to move.

When everyone was seated, Hermione read her copy of their advanced Potions book; Pansy and Blaise were having a heated discussion about Madam Toopin's new designs and if they are better than her last line; while Draco peacefully rested against Harry and they both stared out the window.
“Hey,” Draco whispered so only Harry could hear as he caressed his cheek, “stop thinking about it. At least wait until we are at school okay?”
The other boy sighed but nodded into his boyfriends’ hand anyway, “m'kay.”

Clouds of grey shuffled to block the sun like curtains, but like curtains, they couldn't cover the entire bright rays from touching the atmosphere. It was dim, but brighter than a winter mid-day. Animals flocked about the fields, but Harry noticed the single stragglers from the group instead of the packs. They struggled to keep up, ultimately the animals had given up, retreating to a separate area. Harry couldn't see where as the train moved on. Leaves were tugged at tightly by the light tickle of wind. They were being pulled in one way by one gust, then another by the next. All the leaf could do was obey, swaying helplessly like its opinion on the matter accounted for less than nothing. Trunks of trees were scratched at to the point Harry was ready for them to fall. They had been clawed to their last minute, the slightest touch would send them over the edge. Soon, the lake came into view. Soft ripples hit the surface just before a small wave lapped over the peacefulness. It crushed it to the point a spa became the battle field. Before he knew it, they were at Hogwarts and he had to wake the dead weight on his lap.

[I haven't read past OTP in the HP series, because the Golden Trio are really irritating me, so I am following the movie script, but a fan-made version. Sorry! Oh, and if you want me to add something that's in the book not the movie, message me and tell me where it is in the book- so if it's just after Quidditch try-outs or something]