perfect for a moment, get less then top marks on a test, and- God forbid- tarnish the honored name of Head
Girl. Ron was nervous that he’d do something stupid, trip in the middle of the hall on legs almost twice as
long as they had been when he’d started at Hogwarts, worried that the Slytherins would instantly notice the
6 inches of leg that appeared beneath his robe. Neville was nervous about absolutely everything. The
pumping of the trains wheels along the tracks mirrored the frantic beating of the hearts as it swept them
along, carried them to their 7th and final year at Hogwarts.
The door slid open to there car, and Harry knew without looking who it really was. The pale faced, blonde
haired boy who’d appeared on almost every train ride they’d ever taken at least once, usually more so, and
always with his two goons Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Except this time, he stood alone- a fact that didn’t
deminish the confident arrogance that glittered in his eyes. He spared each of Harry’s companions his usually
looks, contempt for Neville, mockery for Ron, and jealous disdain for Hermione. Harry, he spared a full
gaze, blank and even more unreadable then usual.
“Potter,” he spat out the word as if it tasted bad.
Ron was on his feet in a second, as ready to fight as he always was. His temper had seemed to get shorter
the nearer his head got to the ceiling, and for every person he saw looking up to him was another clenched
fist he’d make when someone looked down. Harry raised his hand to stop him, panic replacing his
nervousness. “Ron!” he cut in, moving quickly to get between the two, “don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”
Hermione studied Harry’s face for a moment, mentally listing, cross referencing, and alphabetizing all the
spells, charms, and hexes she knew that would keep Draco quite for the next few hours it took to get to
school. “Are you sure Harry?” she asked, getting bored with her old list and adding in all the wizard’s who’d
mastered those spells from the earliest to the latest.
He nodded. “Just go into the other car for a while. I’ll be fine. I have some things to settle with Dr- Malfoy,”
Harry managed to catch himself and use the name he referred Draco to in front of his friend.
Neville was almost out the door before he’d finished speaking, and Hermione followed him soon after,
knowing his tendency to run into things and wanted to be ready to catch him. Ron took a lot longer, refusing
to let Draco get the last hate filled glare. Finally, the door was closed behind them, and it was only Harry and
his rival.
Harry had been nervous. Nervous that the first kiss since summer would go bad, that he’d be smiling too
wide or be too eager to press up against Draco, press him against the wall of the train, and strip him down.
His Nervousness had been blasted away the instant he felt his lips press against Dracos, the second he’d
licked the salty taste from his tongue.
The sensation was almost to powerful for him to speak, and when he did it was in a hurried, flushed voice. “I
wanted to see you so bad,” he almost moaned, through his lovers mouth.
Draco was ever the pragmatist. “You’ve seen me pretty bad,” he smirked.
Harry shook his head. “I’ve seen you magnificent.”
And he was never nervous about a first kiss again.