Hogwarts Express
Chapter Forty
Memdrake... you’re freaking smart. I hadn’t thought of that. O.o Why aren’t you writing this
story, because you’re smarter than I am! So I can’t promise anything.
And Shame Ness.... I still love you! T_T
Track Change
Track Beta
Draco landed with a soft thump on the once-table transfigured couch in the classroom he
and Harry had worked at their situation in since September.
As he started sitting up, Harry stepped out of the train too, and conveniently enough,
landed in the same place Draco had landed. Which meant, of course, that he landed on Draco,
who let out a muffled “Oof!” and tried to push back on Harry. “Gerrof!”
“Sorry!” Harry said quickly, and clambered off of the blond. “Didn’t mean it, honest...”
“Of course you didn’t,” Draco said sarcastically. “You never do, do you?”
“Hey...” Harry muttered, frowning. “You’d think after all the crap we’ve been through,
you could lay off a little, couldn’t you?”
“You’re right,” Draco said firmly, making Harry look up at him in unmasked shock. “We
have been through a lot together, and it’s about time we make some kind of truce.” Sticking his
right hand out, he looked at Harry seriously. “Let’s start over again. Hello, my name is Draco
Malfoy. You are?”
Harry looked down at his offered hand for a long moment, then glanced up, grin fighting
its way onto his face. Putting out his own hand, he grasped the others firmly, shaking. “Harry
Potter. And the pleasure is all mine.”
Draco smirked, pulling his hand back to cross his arms. “Have you put any thought into
my offer of helping you find the right sort of friends?”
Harry laughed, leaning back into the couch. “I don’t know about that. If your alternate
self is any indication, then you might try to take over every aspect of my life in my ‘best
interests’. I don’t know if I can trust you to pick the right sort of friends for me.”
“Well, in that case,” Draco leaned forward a little, a predatory gleam in his silver eyes.
“Have you given any more thought to Draconius’ proposition?”
“Which proposition?” Harry asked, frowning in confusion. He was honestly very cute
when confused.
“Oh, I don’t know...” Draco reached forward to casually tap his finger tips against Harry’s
arm. “Maybe if I climbed into your bed tonight when your housemates are sleeping, you’ll
remember. Or perhaps... we could find ourselves an empty hallway in the dungeons?”
“Oh Merlin,” Harry muttered, hands going up to cover his cherry red face. “Draco!”
“Mmm yes, I think I could get used to that...” Draco grinned, leaning forward. “So?”
Lowering his hands a little, Harry peered at the blond over his fingertips.
“Well...”
“Yes?”
“I suppose... we could see what the attraction is...”
“I like the sounds of that. Come here.”