-Time: Train Ride, 5th year-
*Draco's POV*
"Come along Draco." My father led me across platform 9 & 3/4. It was steaming hot for a septembeer morning. Guess it is still summer. But last year it was fairly cold. I noticed everyone else in the station were wearing winter cloaks.
"Draco!" My father's voice snapped me back to my senses.
"Sorry." I muttered.
"Draco, it's eight degrees out, why are you sweating?" He stooped low to examine my face.
"It feels like three thousand degrees." I said, pulling off my cloak.
"Button up your shirt Draco! Stop being so scandalous!" He yelled at me. As he turned back around to lead me to a compartment, I rolled my eyes and grimaced at him while I buttoned up my shirt.
"I saw that." My father growled.
"Good." I retorted. We were silent for the rest of the walk. I felt eyes following us as we passed. Once we reached the nicer part of the train, my father stooped to pick up my trunk, but was stopped by some passing half-blood families.
"Filthy half-bloods." My father muttered under his breath as we found a normal compartment. It was empty, but another persons trunk was in a spot.
"It has a green symbol on it. Must be a Slytherin." My father said, before lifting my trunk into a seat." Draco, no need for socializing, I want you in your compartment five minutes before the train leaves.
"But father," I started, but a hard slap across the face made me shut up.
"No excuses. On the train five minutes before!" And he stormed off. Leaving me by the compartment. My eyes wandered over the crowd for a moment, before locking on a certain boy socializing with some other Gryffindor's.
"why..." I muttered. But before I flicked my eyes away, the heat of the air around me heightened, I felt my face go red. I noticed then that Potter was looking at me. "Why is it so hot in here!?" I said loudly, before sitting in my seat inside the compartment.
Why did it get hot while Potter was looking at me? And why didn't I grimace or sneer at him? What's wrong with me!? I heard the train whistle sound, and people started cramming onto the train. All at once, the heat was gone just as it came. It was really cold now that I realized it. I shivered and pulled my cloak back around me. But before I buttoned it up, I smirked and undid the first three buttons of my shirt.
"Malfoy?" A familiar voice rang through my ears. I looked up, and the heat came right back.
"Potter?"
"Your in my compartment." he said cooly.
"So what?" I mimicked his tone.
"Yeesh just saying." He sat down on the seat across from me. "Malfoy, your sweating."
"Shit." I muttered and pulled off the cloak.
"Hey Malfoy," This was Harry's attempt at conversation. Hold it, when did it started calling him Harry?! "You seem more layed back then usual." The train started to pull out of the station.
"Yeah, got a problem with that?" I questioned.
"No, just wondering if there's a reason." Harry looked back out the window. There it is again! I'm calling him Harry!
"Did you say something Malfoy?" His voice brought me back to my senses.
"No." I stretched out on the seat and relaxed my brain.
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