Hogwarts Express

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            “You two are remarkably hard to get together, and without your friends, did you know
that?”

            Draco and Harry both swallowed, looking with wary concern at the person who stood in
front of them, arms crossed, smirk across his pale, pointed face. To say that having Draco pinned
to the wall beside him and standing in front of him was disconcerting, Harry would have been
understating the situation dramatically.

            “That is because we tend to avoid each other’s company,” Draco snapped peevishly. “Let
me down, or my father will...”

            “Oh, posh.”

            Draco’s jaw dropped, completely aghast. Did they just... no, they could not have... Argh!

            “You think I’m scared of Lucius?” the imposter Draco laughed, sounding surprisingly
pleasant for having the ferret’s voice. “Oh, that one is priceless! I was right, you two are
infinitely more amusing than half the others! Fell like a house of cards, the others did, especially
compared to you! Oh! Scared of Lucius... the very idea...”

            Harry swallowed, and glanced over at Draco. “You aren’t normally that cracked, are
you?”

            “Shut it, Scarhead,” Draco muttered, then froze when the other’s laughter halted
immediately, and mercury eyes so eerily familiar fixed him with great ferocity.

            “Stop insulting him!” He hissed, taking another step closer, and grabbing the front of
Draco’s shirt, tightening his grip. “You don’t even realize what you have...” He took a deep
breath, trying to steady himself, then leaned forward, resting his forehead against a startled
Draco’s. His blond hair feel over his quicksilver eyes, falling to mingle with Draco’s, and even
perfectly heterosexual ((Thank you very much, Hermione and your ridiculous ‘Harry in the
closet’ theory, honestly)) Harry had to admit that, as disturbing as this all was, the spectacle was
bloody hot.

            “You have no idea,” the copycat Draco began again, eyes closed, leaning his forehead
against Draco’s. “You two live in the same castle, so within reach of each other, and you
hate each other?! I cannot understand it... he is right there, Draco. How can you not just take
your chance, while you have it? He’s right there...”

            Harry glanced over at Draco, and was surprised to see Draco’s wide, silver eyes focused
on him, as though begging him to save him.

            Harry, however, was quite unable to do anything.

            Whether he really wanted to save Draco or not.

            Because, of course, of course he didn’t want to.

            Of course not.

            Suddenly, the imposter Draco pulled away from the other, spinning to look at Harry, pale
brows furrowed over his flashing silver eyes. “And you! You...” he hesitated, then his face
seemed to crumple, until Harry could swear that this imposter Draco was going to burst into
tears. “Why?!”

            Harry spared a glance at Draco, who looked as confused as him, then ventured, “Why
what?”

            Imposter Draco looked up sharply, then reached a shaking hand towards Harry. “I just... I
just need to touch...” He suddenly jerked his hand back, before it had even touched Harry,
cradling it against his chest. “No, I can’t, I can’t... not this one!”

            And then he disappeared.

            As abruptly as he had the last time, just there one second, then utterly and completely
gone the next.

            Unfortunately, the spell he’d cast on them...

            Hadn’t disappeared.

            Harry frowned, tugging on his arms. “I’m stuck.”

            “Brilliant observation, Potter,” Draco sneered, tugging at his arms too. “Can you reach
your wand? I can’t reach mine.”

            Harry paused, tried, then slumped against the magical bonds.

            “No.”

            Silence, then...

            “God, I hope no one sees us like this.”