Draco's Companion

A/N-Another great chapter that I honestly loooove:D:D I was hoping to get more reveiws, but I can't *make* you all reveiw, and I'm not going to stop posting until I get the amount I hoped for. Just wanna say thanks to those faithful reveiwers of mine. Thanks guys. Now I won't be able to post for a few days because I am going to be away. Sorry, but this is a good chapter to leave you all with.

Thrnbrooke-Yup, they are together still:D Yay.

WeasleyWench- Yea I thought it was important for Draco to come out with the truth, If he lied about it, Harry would have found out anyway. That woulda been baaad.:D

Lazycrazykitten-The talk with Dumbeldore is in the next chapter, but this one is still good:D

LupinsLady-Thanks:D that means alot to me. The room thing will be coming out not in this chapter or the next chapter, but the one after haha. Hope you enjoy this installment.

MyLittleFerret-I can't really say anything about that:P You understand...right?:O

Sleepyxin- Uhhmm I don't think I'm going to write this chapter right till the war, cuz I don't really feel comfortable writing about the war. Maybe just up till it, skip it and end it with a prolouge. The important thing is really just Draco and Harry. Your welcome:D I hope you enjoy:D

Okay, on with it!

Chapter Thirty-One: Alone On The Hogwarts Express


Since Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy died a day apart their funerals were held together. Harry and Draco sat in the front seat, side-by-side, silently letting their tears fall. The service was massive. Even though not very many people *liked* Lucius, it seemed that enough people either feared him, were in awe of his money and power, or respected him greatly, there were tons of people there.

Lucius's best friend, Sandor, took care of all the arrangements. Both boys were much too young to have to worry about things like that. They shouldn't have to plan their parents' funeral.
The service was long and sad. Lucius was spoken of in great authority, and Narcissa was spoken of timidly, not many people knew her. They mostly said things like "She was a great woman, mother and wife." or "She will be greatly missed." Not much of anything else.

After the service, and the burial, the group headed back towards Malfoy Manor for the wake. The House elves had laid out a great deal of food, and champaigne outside in the gardens. It was still warm enough to be spending time outdoors, but it wouldn't be for much longer.

Harry and Draco were to depart for school the next day. They were already a week late, but they just had too much to worry about right now. Dumbeldore understand their absence and told them they could catch up when they returned. The Hogwarts Express would be waiting for them at the usual place, Platform Nine and Three Quarters. It would take them, and only them, to school.

Harry sat across from Draco in one of the compartments. It was weird being on the train alone, quiet. Not even the witch who ran the food trolley was aboard. Obviously there was a conductor, but that was the extent of people other than Harry and Draco.

Draco was watching Harry closely. The two boys had gotten close again in the last week, between greiving the loss of their parents, and being alone all the time, they were as if nothing went wrong between them in the first place.

Draco hoped it stayed this way.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how Sirius wrote back the first time, and he said I could go stay with him if you didn't approve of what side I joined?"
Draco stiffened. Harry wasn't going to leave him, was he?

"Yes." He said slowly.

"You wouldn't do that would you?" Draco looked confused, "I mean, you wouldn't kick me out, just because I choose a side that is best for me?"

Draco shook his head quickly. "No way, Harry. I love you, that would definately not happen."

Harry looked releived. "Good." He said.

Draco moved across the compartment and sat next to Harry. He took Harry's hand in his lovingly.

"Why do you think like that?" Draco asked him softly.

"I don't know. Maybe because of how things have been going the past week. Everything was just so fucked up for a while, we didn't even want to talk to each other. It was weird. I've never felt that way before."

"Me neither." Draco agreed. "Maybe it was because off all the greiving."

Harry shrugged, "Maybe." He said.

Draco peered into his eyes. "You don't think so." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"I don't know what I think about it." Harry explained.

"Well it's over now, Harry. Lets just move ahead."

Harry smiled now. "Good plan." He said, and crashed his lips upon Draco's.

The letter that they had received from Sirius the day of the
funeral was kind of a closure for the boys. It completely changed their mind about everything they had been taught, and all it took for Harry was four little words: Voldemort killed your family.

::::::Flashback:::::

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Harry.

The reason that I asked about Lucius taking your blood is because when your house was attacked when you were an infant your mother died to save you. She left behind a protective spell over your body. Love. Her love was there to help protect you, and then when you were taken to the Dursleys there was a blood pact in order to keep you safe. You fled them however, and haven't returned there in many years, that one spell will be lifted.

The love that your mother left you was in your blood. If your blood had somehow gotten to Voldemort, or rather, Voldemorts 'companions' In other words, Death Eaters (Lucius) then he could be ressurected with your blood, and the Love would no longer stop Voldemort from touching you, or hurting you in any way.

I can gaurantee that it was Voldemort who attacked your house, because I know for a fact that Peter Pettigrew wouldn't be able to pull that off. (He was the worst sort of coward) Peter followed those who were in power, for safety and out of fear, not for the hatred he himself harbored. He did however tell Voldemort where your family was resided. He was their secret keeper. Voldemort killed your family, Harry.

There was a prophecy Harry. It stated that you and Voldemort could not both live. One of you is going to have to die by the hands of the other. I know it's scary, but we all have faith in you. The sad thing about it is that a young boy is either going to have to be murdered, or be a murderer. I know you can handle it.
Do you understand now? It was obviously all a big scheme, to get you in Voldemorts circle. Please, take this into consideration. I'm only asking because I love you.

I was holding things back. I didn't want you to know about this, but then I realized that if you didn't know, you would surely die. I'm sorry for that.

I'm sorry to hear about Narcissa. This must be a hard time for you boys. Please stick together.

Draco: I know you're probably reading this, please just let me say that you need to stay with Harry. You need to get out of Voldemorts circle too. I fear for your lives boys.

I understand that living with me is out of the question. I know you and Draco are there for each other, and you will make things work.

I hope you enjoy school, and if you need anything, just remember that I am here, just an owl away.
Love Your Godfather,

Sirius.

*

Rita Skeeter published her story in the Daily Prophet the day before the large funeral. Harry was a quick thinker though, he knew it was going to be published, so he wrote the Daily Prophet the day that he had had the laughing fit. Explaining that the reason he was laughing was because of the stupid look on their reporters face when she realized that the door was about to be slammed on her.

He sent it in, and it was published in the same article as Rita's.

Needless to say, she was livid. Not just because her story was ruined, but because the bratty kid made fun of her too.
She came to the funeral and glared at Harry's weeping form the entire time. Now she would need a better story, seeing as how that one was ruined.

:::::End Flashback:::::


Draco leaned into the kiss instinctively. Harry reached towards him and pulled him into his arms.
Draco reached down and felt the lump growing in Harry's dress pants. He pushed his hands up Harrys shirt and ran them along his smooth skin. He loved the feeling of Harry's taut muscles, just underneath his hands.

Draco heard a buzzing in his ear, and removed his hands from Harry
long enough to swat at the beetle that was flying there. It relinquished to the other side of the compartment.

Harry moaned when Draco began unbuttoning his pants. Harry grabbed Draco's hands away, and undid Draco's buttons quickly, discarding the pants and the boxers he wore underneath. He wet his hand and ran his spit all over Draco's hard shaft.

"I need you now." He stated simply.

Draco raised his eyebrows. He was fine with that.

He removed the rest of his clothes while Harry did the same thing. Quickly. Harry was already on his knees, with his face facing towards the window.

Draco put more spit onto his hard cock and positioned it at Harry's entry.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes.." Harry breathed.

Draco pushed forwards, quickly.

"Ohh yesss.." Harry and Draco moaned at the same time.

Draco reached around Harry and grabbed his penis, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and then sometimes opposite.

It felt amazing.

Harry was thrusting backwards to meet Dracos thrusts in time, Draco was getting buried deep within. The deepest he has ever been. Draco looked down and watched his cock submerge itself inside Harry's hole. It was so sexy, he almost lost himself. He looked away, watching Harry's sweaty body. Watching Harrys hand on the window, making a sexy print on the steamy glass.

"Ohh God.." Harry said loudly, feeling himself tighten. "Fuck, Draco, I'm gunna...fuck.. I'm gunna come."

Draco murmered his assent, he was close too.

Harry came hard, exploding forward onto the seat of the cushioned bench. All his muscles tightened and Draco came immediately afterwards.

Draco pulled out and came on Harry's back.

Harry looked back over his shoulder, shocked for a moment, then he smiled.

They embraced and shared a quick kiss.

"Wow.." Harry breathed. Draco nodded. "I always wanted to have sex on this train" He said with a huge grin.

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They 'Scourgified' themselves (and the seat a couple of times, just for good measure) and dressed quickly, not out of fear of being caught, but of the chill that was overtaking them.
Draco stepped outside and looked at the number of the compartment they were in. 207. He commited that number to memory.

They lounged beside each other, smiling and making small talk. Draco almost killed the beetle twice, it was annoying him.
The two boys finally decided it was time to change into their robes, after they were changed they felt the train start to slow down.

****

They stepped off of the train into the dwindling light that was left. There was one horseless coach waiting for them and they walked towards, dragging their trunks behind them. They stepped into it, the Hogwarts Express was already chugging away.
They took the coach to the school and got off in front of the huge double doors that would take them to their home for the next long months.

Once they were inside they went down the familiar staircase that would lead them to the dungeons, passing the Great Hall, which was full of chatter. Their trunks were banging loudly down the staircase, echoing through the empty halls. They wanted to dispose of them quickly so they could go eat too. They were starving.