Is this love? [Drarry]

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

I slipped into the small compartment of the train, gleeful greetings coming from my two best friends, as I was tackled into my seat. Ron and Hermione's arms wrapped tightly around me.

"Harry! Merlin, I've missed you terribly! Why didn't your owl us you git?" Hermione's voice dropped into a serious tone with the last sentence.

"I've missed you mate. Break was crazy busy for us, so don't tread on Hermione's words too much. We probably wouldn't be able to owl often anyways."

I laughed. "I've missed you guys too. So, tell me about your break, well minus the beginning and all of that." I said with a long face.

|Flashback|

The grass seemed to be the most interesting thing to watch as the casket of one of my favorite classmates, and friend, was being carried along next to me.

"Fred Weasley was a light to all who knew him. He brought laughter and fun along side his twin brother George. Mischievous and brave, he fought for the light, up until the moment he was killed. The news of his death hurt terribly, even to those who barely knew him. With great sadness, my condolences go to the Weasley family, his classmates, and anyone who's life was touched by Fred in any way." This tall man, presumably a friend of the Weasley's, declared from next to the gaping whole in the group. I glanced around at everyone next to me.

Molly was uncontrollably sobbing from the front of the gathering, clutching onto Arthur's hand as if her life depended on it. Arthur just looked solemnly at the casket in which his son lied, stray tears escaping his eyes occasionally. He didn't like to cry, according to Ron. Speaking of, immediately to my left, Ron draped on Hermione's shoulders, barely keeping up his own weight. His face was shoved in the crook of her neck, eyes closed. She was crying too, of course, but trying her best to keep her emotions contained. George seemed, absent, like his mind was somewhere else. He looked empty, and rightfully so, as he watched his twin being buried in the ground. Occasional great sobs escaped from Ginny's lips, as the rest of the boys just stood, hands linked in front of them, tears falling to the ground.

I couldn't bear this anymore. He died for something I had caused. This was my fault. It was my fault that my best friends, and the closest people I'd ever had to family were in tremendous pain. My face shot back down towards the already wet grass. Tears fell onto the lens of my glasses. 'I'm so sorry' I thought. 'I'm so so sorry, to all the people I'd let down, to all the people I left die. This is all my fault and I know it, wether anyone else does. I'm so terribly sorry. It should've been me.... It should've been me.'

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As the last shovel of dirt was dropped onto the wooden lid in the ground, Molly let out one last heart wrenching sob, and everyone fell silent. 'Even the birds,' I thought. 'They stopped chirping.' The silence honestly felt comforting, like Fred was there, shooting everyone one of his famous smiles. Until it was over all too soon. People began to gather themselves, sniffling heard from everywhere as people stopped their crying. I needed to be out of there, done with funerals, even though I knew I wasn't even half way done. Don't get me wrong. I want to be there, I need to be there, but it gets harder to show up with each one as I know the guilt it makes me feel.

I unlink my hands and finally look up, my neck a little stiff. I give Ron a gentle pat on the back, and the best comforting smile I can muster up. He returns with his best smile and I decide that it was safe for me to go.

|End of flashback|

I smiled at the two of my friends sitting in the seats across from me. After spending time with Ron's family, they traveled to Hermione's home to try and give her parents their memory back. I was glad to hear they were successful.

It was so relieving to feel the love and the joy that filled the compartment. It felt so good to have my best friends back.

Just minutes after the train departed, there was a knock on the glass window left of the door. Ron, easily spooked, nearly jumped out of his skin, earning a hearty laugh from Hermione. I was more focused on the person who produced the knock. The platinum hair of my past enemy fell down the sides of his face, no longed gelled back.

"What is he doing here?" Ron finally noticed his presence behind the glass. I don't think he meant to sound mean when the words came from his lips, but they did in fact sound, kind of, harsh. Hermione's head turned to look at the boy.

I shrugged whilst standing to go slide open the door. I stuck my head out of the slim opening.

"Potter. Can we speak out here for a moment please?" There was a string of nervousness in the voice of the boy presented in front of me.

I opened the door all the way before glancing to Ron and Hermione as to make sure they heard the question. I nodded. My body slid through the opening and I closed the door once more behind me.

I noticed that Draco wasn't repping his usual attire. Instead of his regular black suit, he was repping a pair of black slacks and an emerald green sweater, one that closely resembled our school uniforms. He wasn't quite at the jeans and a t-shirt level, but he didn't look quite as harsh either.

He glanced up and down the corridor making sure nobody could hear his words. "I just really wanted to thank you, for testifying for my mother and I, and everything. Thank you, Harry Potter. I don't normally do this, as I'm sure you already know. B-but...." his words trailed off. I could tell he was trying not to burst into tears from the lack of eye contact, the fidgeting of his fingers, and the sound of his voice.

I placed my hand on his shoulder as the boy really looked as if he needed comforting, but a hug seemed rather inappropriate. "Thank you, Draco. And by the way, you can call me Harry." I shot him a gentle smile.

He glanced up into my eyes, retuning the smile. I'd never seem him smile like that, like a genuine smile. He sighed before retuning his gaze to the floor and my arm dropped back to my side. He cleared his throat. "Well then, goodbye, Harry. I'll see you in school." He turned around and sauntered down to wherever he was sitting, while I returned to my friends.

"Anything interesting happen out there? It seemed rather emotional." Ron queried.

"He thanked me. You know, I don't think he's going to bother us much this year, in fact, I'm thinking of giving him a second chance. I've seen parts of him emerge that only a couple of years ago, it would've seemed impossible for the Draco Malfoy to attain."

"I rather like that plan," Hermione's smile beamed. She was always big on second chances, always willing to forgive. Although I am honestly and pleasantly surprised she'd be excited about taking Draco Malfoy in as a friend.

I was content for the remainder of the ride, until I got a glance of the familiar scenery. We were almost to our stop and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My smile fell from my face as the realization hit me. I don't know how I could walk through the halls, sleep in the beds, eat in the Great Hall, without the memories of everything and everyone lost within the walls. I guess I wasn't prepared as I thought.

Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I don't write often, and who knows this might end up being my only book, but I do it occasionally for fun. I don't really edit my books so I'm really sorry for any grammar mistakes. I kinda have a plan for this book ( don't quote me on this for when I'm on chapter 3 and asking for ideas because I'm clueless hahaha ), and I hope you'll enjoy it. I doubt I'll even get any reads at all, but a girl can dream amiright? Anyways, for whoever might be reading this, you're beautiful, you're precious, and you are so so loved. Have an amazing day! <3