Dreaming of Drarry

Chapter Four: The Question

Draco's morning passed, for the most part, uneventfully. After he had finished getting dressed and and packing a few small things he thought of, he headed downstairs to eat breakfast. Narcissa Malfoy already sat at the table, eating her breakfast.

"Good morning, Mother." Draco said. Narcissa just smiled and waved back. Draco sighed. She hadn't spoken since the end of the war, when a spell from a Death Eater had combined with another spell. Since doctors had no idea what either spell had been, they couldn't find a cure. Not that they were trying very hard, that is. No one would try to save a Malfoy. Both mother and son had been under house arrest for months, and only Draco's was being lifted today. It broke his heart to leave his mother alone, but he knew the house elves would take good care of her.

After eating breakfast and kissing his mother goodbye, Draco took the hand of a house elf who apparated directly onto the platform. Side-along apparitions weren't the most comfortable occurrence anytime, but it was easily ten times worse when done by a house elf.

Feeling nauseous, he said goodbye, and asked the elf to treat his mother well. As soon as the little elf vanished, Draco immediately darted to a rubbish bin and lost his breakfast. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he turned to the scarlet engine behind him. He was so glad that he had been allowed to leave the Manor, so glad that he would be allowed back into Hogwarts, as Head Boy, no less!

Looking at the station clock, he saw that it was 10:50, giving him ten minutes to find a compartment. Boarding the train, lugging his trunk behind him, he thought of how this year was going to be different. For starters, Crabbe was dead, and Goyle was in St. Mungo's for PTSD. Plus his Hogwarts letter had specifically told him to expect some drastic changes this year.

He walked down the corridor until he reached his usual compartment. No one was there, as everyone else had parents saying last goodbyes to them out on the station. Sighing, he put his trunk up on the rack and sat down on the seat, waiting for everyone else to board.

Ten minutes later and the train started moving away. Figuring that everyone was by now sitting in their compartments, Draco got up, opened the door, and walked into the corridor. He always thought best when he paced, and right now he was thinking about what these drastic changes could possibly mean. Hearing yelling coming from one area, he turned around and walked the other way, not wanting to be interrupted.

Slowly, Draco's thoughts began wandering in a different direction. More specifically, Harry's direction. He wondered if he really did have feelings for Potter. After all, you don't usually dream you love someone if you don't, right? Then again, dreams with his father usually included him torturing people...

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. Draco focused on just who it was that had bumped into and immediately blushed. It was none other than Harry Potter.

"Sorry" Harry muttered, still not having seen who he had bumped into. He looked up and gasped slightly, staring at Draco with wide, beautiful green eyes....

"Snap out of it!", Draco thought, blushing slightly. He hates my guts, I can't stare at him like this!

"Watch it, Potter." He said quietly, and quickly turned and walked away, noticing Granger and the She-Weasel staring at him, mouths agape.

Draco wandered back to his compartment, thinking over the ordeal. Potter had been blushing. Did that mean he liked him back?

"No, of course not!", he told himself, "Of course he hates me! He just blushed because he's embarrassed for walking into me. That's all."

Disappointed at his conclusion, he realised that he was late for the Heads and Prefects meeting. Darting down the corridor, he threw open the door to find Granger, the She-Weasel, and Professor McGonagall seated around a small table.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, glad you could make it." Said McGonagall. At this, the She-Weasel sniggered before a nudge from Granger calmed her down.

"As I'm sure you're aware," McGonagall continued, "You're 10 minutes late, and the portion of the meeting that includes the prefects is over. However, I've allowed Ginevra to stay, so that at least one Prefect is present."

"Erm, sorry, professor. I guess I got a little carried away with my thoughts."

At this, both Granger and the She-Weasel began giggling. "Honestly," Draco thought, "What did they find so hilarious?"

After a 20 minute discussion, where Draco learned about nightly patrol schedules, discipline, and during which both of the girls kept staring, making him uncomfortable.

Finally, McGonagall seemed to be over.

"Professor?", Draco asked, "What about the drastic changes my letter told me about?"

"Ahh.", McGonagall replied, "You shall find out what that meant upon your arrival."

With that, she rose and left the compartment, leaving the three of them behind. Draco got up to leave, and so did the girls.

"Draco,", Hermione started, "What was that earlier between..."

"I'vereallygottagetgoing!" Blurted out Draco before dashing out of the room, leaving the girls even more confused than they had been before.

Draco made it back into his compartment, slammed the door shut and locked it. He collapsed onto the seat, thinking about what Granger had been about to ask. "What was that between you and Harry?" was what he was sure she was about to ask.

To be honest, he didn't know the answer to that question himself.

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