only wish

Draco flung his trunk onto the train seat, cursing as the trunk snagged his cloak. He had managed to enter to train without detection, mainly because of his own invisibility cloak. Well actually it was his father’s, but his father had no use of it because he was still in Azkaban and his mother had no knowledge that it even existed. He hadn’t even know about its existence until he spotted his father reappearing out from under it. Draco shifted uncomfortably in the last compartment hoping that no one would come in. He flicked his wand and his leather trunk appeared in the luggage rack, he spelled it to be invisible than he settled into the seat, praying that no one would choose to sit in the last compartment.
Luck was not on his side today. Draco could hear shuffled footsteps coming toward him, and taking a leaf from Potter’s book, he hoisted himself into the luggage rack. And speaking of Potter, the “Chosen One” shoved open the compartment door and dragged a dilapidated trunk behind him. The mudblood and the Weasel followed after him.
“harry, why are we going to last compartment?” The bushy haired muggle said in exasperation
“yeah mate, I mean, theres so many empty ones up front now that no one’s here anymore” the freckled boy groaned as he threw his trunk on the seat that Draco had previously occupied.
“yeah, now that Dumbledore is gone, what did you expect?” Potter muttered bitterly
“this is horrible. Like Hagrid said, There’s no Hogwarts without Dumbledore.” Granger said sadly
“actually it would be more like, ‘ers no ‘ogwarts wih out Dumbledore” Weasley tried to imitate the game keeper in a weak attempt to joke.
“not funny Ron” the smart girl snapped reprovingly
“I was just trying to lighten the mood!”
“how could you even think of lightening the mood?”
“well, maybe this would be easier..”
“easier for what Ronald? What could be easier?”
“I don’t know Hermione!” Weasley yelled, “I’m not smart like you! Maybe I’m just trying to make things normal again!”
“nothing can be normal again Ron” Granger said in a small voice
“yeah but… that doesn’t mean I won’t try! Like I said, it’ll be easier if we can just act like things are normal, even if they aren’t!”
“It will never be easy again. Not now.” This time it was Potter, his emerald eyes gazing unfocused out of the window.
“well of course Harry. Not for you especially.” Granger said hastily
“what do you mean?” Potter turned his head to her, his eyes now focused and narrowed.
“I mean-your’e the-well you know-and you have to-“ she started to stutter
“of course, it’s all up to me isn’t it? It’s all up to golden potter, the savior of all.” Potter said coldly, surprising Malfoy with its iciness.
“I’m not-“
“let’s all let the Chosen One do everything while we stay all tucked in our beds. If he loses his life, who cares? As long as he gives it for us so that we can live comfortably.” Potter stated, his eyes cold and hard.
“hey mate, she’s just-“ Weasley hurried to his girlfriend’s aid
“yeah, defend her Ron,” Potter snapped, his voice raising with every word, “How could you possibly understand? You got each other. Me? I got nobody! Everybody that I need is gone! And me? I’m still here! Abandoned! And the precious Chosen One has to give up more then he has in order to help people who never gave a dam about him! And-“
“you’re wrong” a soft voice cut across Potter’s tirade.
“what?” he blinked surprised.
“hermione’s right, you’re not alone. Just because we hooked up doesn’t mean we’ve left you mate. Sure, you’ll feel like a third wheel when you accompany us on dates but other than that-“
“oh shut up Ron, what makes you think that I’ll give you anything?” Granger snapped with her cheeks flushed.
“what do you mean?”
“what do you mean what do I mean? Just because we’re going out, you’re going to automatically assume that im going to give you my virginity or something”
“no, but that would be nice” at those words, Granger huffed angrily and batted away Weasley’s hands. “aww, come one Hermione, I was just joking and I was only saying that to prove a point to Harry.”
Weasley gave the muggle a puppy dog look that made Draco sick and granger sat back down. they were all startled to hear a chuckle coming from Potter. The boy was laughing, one hand on his brow.
“wow you guys are really something you know that?” Potter shook his head, “sorry guys, you know how angry I can be.”
“what are you talking about?” Weasley stated with a straight face, “that vase you threw at my head only slightly cracked open the wall. You are the mildest person I know. Only people in a 10 mile radius can hear you yelling.”
“be careful Weasel, I might not hold back the next time I chuck something at your head.” Potter smirked
“wow, you look just like ferret boy.” Weasley started to laugh. Draco started at his nickname.
But then, the mudblood and the blood traitor looked suddenly afraid. Draco looked at Potter and froze. The boy looked livid, one fist in his pocket, undoubtedly around his wand, his other fist embedded in the window. His emerald eyes were chips of ice, a fire of fury lighting up behind them. Blood dripped slowly down the clenched hand and the cracked glass.
“harry?” Granger asked tentatively
“I’ll kill him” the raven haired boy said hollowly
“I know what you are talking about” Weasley said, pounding his fist into his other hand. Draco frowned, honestly he expecting some sort of ugly feeling, but not this.
“I’ll make him go through whatever torture I can think of,” Potter hissed, “he deserves it that bastard.”
Draco was stunned. He wasn’t expecting this much hatred and resentment. Well, actually he was expecting it for some time but he kept on shoving that thought to the back of his mind so the venom in Potter’s voice still unnerved him to no end.
“well, I feel sorry for him though…” Granger murmured softly
“for Snape?” Ron looked at her
“Snape? I thought you were talking about Malfoy!”
“no, but why would you feel sorry for the ferret anyway?”
“because Voldemort said he would kill him if he didn’t” Potter said, pulling his fist out of the cracked window. Draco was surprised, he thought the hatred was for him but it seemed to have been directed to his old teacher.
“yeah I guess. Do you think he’s gonna come back?” Weasley placed his head on his fist.
“he would have to have a lot of guts to,” Potter stated coldly, “’cause everybody is gonna kill him as soon as he steps through the door.”
“do you think he has them?”
“guts? I don’t know.”
“I don’t think he does…remember how he started whimpering like a baby when Buckbeak slashed him? That was priceless…I only wish he had ripped off Malfoy’s arm.” Weasley stared off reminiscently out of the cracked window.
“Ron!” Granger said admonishingly
“look Mione…just because Mr. Voldy wants to kill him doesn’t mean that I have to like him,” Weasley stretched his arms, “besides, remember all the times he’s called you mudblood? And he started the whole Weasley is our King thing even though it hit him right back in the face. Haha loser, and when he tried to attack Harry, Moody turned him into a circus act. Ah, Malfoy the amazing bouncing Ferret….ah, good times.”
Potter and the muggle chuckled while Draco frowned. They were talking about him almost…….fondly, even though it was at his expense.
“Oh did you hear?” Granger said importantly in a voice that signified that the other boys probably didn’t, “There’s a muggle girl coming in.”
“a muggle girl? Why on earth would a muggle girl come here?” Weasley asked
“and of all times, why now?” Potter looked at granger, puzzled
“ I have no idea.” Granger sniffed
“wow, the almighty Hermione doesn’t know? this is a blockbuster moment!” Weasley teased.
“shut up Ron.”
“I was just-“
“spare me. If you are going to date me, there is the trivial thing of respect.”
“say what?” Weasley looked lost and turned imploringly to Potter.
“we’re almost there Hermione so you can save your dating conditions until a less important time.” Potter rushed to his friend’s aid and Granger looked highly affronted.
“this is very important, I’ll have you know!”
“I’m sure it is.” Potter smirked and Granger opened her mouth to retort when the train screeched to a halt, causing Draco’s trunk to hit him on the head. He bit his lip hard, drawing blood, to keep from crying out in pain and swearing at the trunk while his eyes watered. The sound of the trunk colliding with his head still caused a loud thunk.
“what was that?” The muggle frowned as she looked up and Draco froze, his head throbbing.