-First Time For Everything-

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-First Time For Everything-


The train ride was the same as every year before. All the students; new and returning to the school, were piled onto the Hogwarts Express and seated in the cubicles as the train lurched forward with a blast of smoke and a loud whistle. Families of all the students waved frantically back at platform 9 3/4 to their children in the windows.

As he had each and every year before this Harry was in the furthest cubicle at the back with Ron and Hermione. They were returning to the school for their last year. They were 7th years, or graduates of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron and Hermione had finally taken their relationship one step further and were dating, quite contently.

Harry on the other hand was still single. Having a few more attempts with Cho, it finally fell through and they moved on their separate ways. They still spoke, but rarely because she quickly found herself a new man, whom she was with, only a few cubicles down.

Harry had finally seemed to really grow into himself this year. Spending countless hours back home on Pivet drive running, lifting weights and doing sit-ups, in between studying, he had formed himself quite a nice body. His hair was still raven black and unkempt, as it always would be, with his heavy black glasses but his legs and arms were well defined, with a rock solid chest and chiseled abs.

Harry had also grown a few more inches over the summer, now standing at just less than six feet. His dramatic change had earned him quite a few glances, and whispers. Which he was very used to by now. At least this time it was about something good, and not about him putting all of man kind in danger at the hands of Voldemort.

The train lurched forward again as it picked up more speed on a steady pace to Hogwarts. The trip was a good day’s travel, but everyone was used to it. Finding something to bide the time with, sleeping, eating or refreshing your knowledge with last years lessons to ready them for a new year.

Harry sat across from Ron and Hermione laughing wildly as they shared their summer stories of how Ron had spent a few weeks with Hermione and her family over the holiday.

“It was bloody torture by I tell you!” Ron threw his hands around in wild gestures as Harry held his sides in laughter. Hermione scowled and crossed her arms.

“It wasn’t that bad Ron! Come on, we had fun!”

Harry pulled his glasses off his nose and wiped the tears that were welling. His sides ached from laughing so hard. Ron received a devastating glare before he finally apologized. His apology was accepted with a kiss from his better half.

Slowly the sliding door to the cubicle creaked open. A short legged bald man wheeled the cart into the room. It was candy-striped with red and white lines and had gold writing on the side of it. ‘Go-go Lunch on the Go’

Peeking from around the back of the cart the man smiled and adjusted his glasses. “You children like something from the lunch cart here?” His nose began to twitch as Harry stood and peered into the cart.

“Hmm…” He fished around in the cart and pulled out a sandwich. “I think I’ll take this one.” He smiled and pulled a coin from his robe pocket, extending it to the man. The short legged fellow took the coin and deposited it into a box that hung from the cart before turning to the other two.

“What about you two, would you like something to nibble on?”

Hermione shook her and smiled politely. “No thank you.” Ron did the same. With a smile and a wink the man wheeled the cart backwards out of the cubicle and let the door slide to a shut. Harry peeled back the wrapping on the sandwich and took a bite. He heard the man sneeze wildly from the other side of the door…

“I wonder if he made this himself.”

Hermione and Ron laughed as Harry re-wrapped the sandwich in the wrapping and placed it beside him on the leather bench. The train rattled on as it made its way through England’s curving hillsides and rolling mountains. Hermione yawned widely and excused herself as she pulled a small knitted blanket around herself, leaning against the window for a nap.

Ron wasn’t long following her, resting his head on her shoulder to catch a few winks before they arrived to Hogwarts. Harry wasn’t tired; after he told them both to have a good rest he climbed up and headed out into the hallway to use the washroom. Letting the door slide closed quietly he made his way to the end of the corridor where the washrooms were.

Harry could hear laughter and talking coming from the cubicles as he passed them. He also heard the nervous chatter from the new first years as they talked about what Hogwarts would be like and which house they would be placed in. He could faintly hear arguments from the students of which house was better. He clearly heard.

“No, Ravenclaw is the best!”
Another squeaky voiced girl shouted back. “Uh uh, Slytherin is!”

Harry smiled and continued along the corridor. Obviously those kids had relatives in those houses and had a biased opinion. He didn’t care, but thought it was quite entertaining.

As he passed the final cubicle on his way to the bathroom he heard the one and only voice that made the hair on the back of his neck stand. The smooth talking blonde headed asshole, Draco Malfoy.

Harry made a disgusted face as he stopped momentarily, receiving the same chilling vibration along his spine that he got at the sight or voice of the Slytherin. He continued to walk away when he stopped short in his tracks at the mention of his name from within the cubicle.

Raising his eye brows slightly he moved towards the sliding door and listened carefully to the conversation that was going on the other side of the door.

“This is my last and final chance to get Harry Potter. After this year, it’s all over.”

This was obviously Draco’s voice, because Harry could feel the hair on his neck standing on end. The person Draco was talking to Harry couldn’t recognize. It was another guy though. He had a deep voice.

“Yeah, well you’ve been trying all these years and have failed, what makes this year any different Draco?” The snide remark was followed by a quick snort of laughter. Harry propped himself closer to the door, in disbelief to what he was hearing. Draco Malfoy was planning an attack against him already. They hadn’t even made it to Hogwarts.

“You want to know why this year is different… I’ll tell you why. This year I have this.”

Harry’s heart leapt against his chest. What did Draco have? Slowly he lifted his head to try and peek into the cubicle. His vision was blocked by the person Draco was talking to.

Shit

Harry tried to slide along the door to the other side of the window to see what Draco was holding. Carefully he inched along the floor, getting closer to the other side. Draco was coming into focus. Harry stretched his neck higher to see what he was holding.

Almost… Almost…

Fuck! Harry caught his robe under one of his feet causing him to slip and bang against the door trying to catch his balance. Both the boys in the cubicle turned and looked to the window. Draco jumped to his feet and ran to the door, sliding it open with such force that is rattled the window.

“Who’s there?”

Draco stepped out into the corridor and scanned up and down the isle. Running his hand through his golden hair he pushed it back out of his eyes and scanned the corridor once more. Harry’s heart was pounding against his chest so hard he could feel it in his ear drums.

Slowly Draco turned and stepped back into the cubicle, closing the door and drawing the curtain. Harry released a breath in relief.

“Shit that was close.” He said to himself before climbing to his feet. In a split second decision before Draco had opened the cubicle door Harry darted around the corner and pressed his back firmly against the wall, holding his breath.

Now more curious as to what Draco was up to than ever before Harry made his way back down the hallway to the cubicle that held a sleeping Ron and Hermione, forgetting completely about needing to use the washroom.

Racking his brain as he took each step towards his seat as to what Draco could have that would for once and all ‘get him’. Harry made his way back to the other end of the train and slid open the door to his cubicle.

To his surprise it did not hold a sleeping Ron and a Hermione, but a dangled mess of arms and tongue.

“Bloody hell you two! Get a fucking room.” Harry slid the door shut with a loud clash as fast as he had opened it.


To Be Continued...


A/N: Well here is the first chapter of my newest story. 'First Time For Everything'. I hope you enjoy it. It's a tad small but I wanted to get it out there because I'm working on two stories right now. HP readers may know me as my previous PenName. 'LoinsOfLust'. So if you have read and enjoyed my other work. 'Most Unlikely' (Harry/Draco) and 'Boy Meets Boy' (Original Section) I think you will enjoy this story as well. Stay tuned and please review. Those reviews give me the motivation to keep writing. Contact me anytime with questions, comments and suggestions at recondited_@hotmail.com