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The Train	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As we all know; Hogwarts was badly damaged during the battle. Despite that, it was agreed in the Wizengamot that if at all possible school should restart on schedule in September. However there were many problems. When part of a school wall had to be knocked down in order to rebuild it, the school’s inherent magic resisted. So much so that one group of builders had to fight another battle with the suits of armour. Minerva decided that the school’s magic should be de-activated in phases, area by area, but until she was officially appointed as headmistress in charge by the full Wizengamot; the school’s magic resisted her as well. Things magical were sorted towards the end of August; however much of the building remained in a ruinous state. The first areas to be repaired were to be the dormitory accommodations, bearing in mind the pending harsh Scottish winter from which the students would need protection. These they hoped, were to be complete by mid October.

The letters for rejoining went out as usual, and magical portacabins appeared on some lawns to act as temporary classrooms. The Wizengamot had also decided that all the old seventh-years should be invited to re-enter the school as eighth-year students if they so wished. Hermione nagged Harry into returning, but after a number of heated arguments Ronald decided to help George resuscitate the shop; with Percy doing some of the bookwork when he was not working for Kingsley.

Came the first of September students, new and mature, assembled on platform nine-and-three-quarters. As usual there was the maroon steam engine with its rake of carriages; only there was something different.

Harry puzzled over this for a minute: “Hermione, they’ve added some more carriages. The three at the back have a different pattern of windows.”

“So they have, two of them look like those luxury sleeping coaches the land tours use. Shall we have a peep inside? We’ve still got over a half an hour.”

“Okay! Look; there’s the Slug and Kingsley standing by the rake’s middle carriage doors.”

“We’d better ask if we can look.”

“Fine!”

“Good morning Professor Slughorn, surely there can’t be that many of us returning.”

“Good Morning Miss Granger, there are just two dozen eighth-year returnees. Once you are all assembled inside I will explain what is happening.”

“Hello Hermione, Harry; these’ll be the three coaches you’ll be travelling in.”

“Hi Kingsley, how’s the Ministering business?” Harry gave the big wizard a laconic smile.

“I hope you’re going to help me with that job,” replied Kingsley, looking mysterious and mischievous at the same time.

“Um … I hope you’re pulling my leg. I’ve been dodging the adoring public and beetling reporters ever since we won. I hope you don’t want me to attend any more public functions.”

“I am serious, but not in that way. You did such a good job with your defence classes that I want you to help out with them.”

“Help out? Are you serious?” Harry looked at Kingsley’s hopeful face and needed no answer. “Who’s going to be the real professor?”

“I am. But, being Minister, means I can’t be there every day. The Governors are unable to find anyone of anything like the right calibre and so want you to be the tutor for the first to fourth-years. Percy and Arthur will look after the office when I’m teaching and, if you are willing you’ll get the minimum of a two year appointment; so that you can spread out your other studies.”

“Well. I must admit, I never been as happy anywhere else but Hogwarts or the Burrow. You know what beasts my guardians were. So yes … Why not?”

“You will be paying him, won’t you,” interrupted Hermione, who had been listening in.

Kingsley chuckled: “Still looking out for your friends, Hermione? Yes, of course we’ll be paying him. We thought three-and-a-half thousand galleons per year?”

“That will include full board whilst he’s at the academy, won’t it?”

“Of course, Hermione … Well, Harry?”

“The answer’s still yes.”

They were interrupted by a commotion by the entrance to the platform. There were jeers and boos from some of the students. Out of the throng strutted Draco Malfoy with a small suitcase, a determined look on his face and a defiant swagger in his step.

Kingsley grimaced briefly and whispered: “Will you two keep an eye on Malfoy, please. Make sure he’s still in one piece by the end of the journey.”

Harry groaned.

Hermione looked grim and nudged Harry in the ribs: “He was exonerated by the Wizengamot, Harry. You spoke up for him and his Mother, didn’t you?”

“Yes … Oh well … we have to heal old wounds I suppose,” Harry plastered what he hoped was a welcoming smile on his face. [He had had plenty of practice with all the well-wishers at the interminable public appearances or when he went shopping in Diagon Alley] “Malfoy … I see you’ve come to join us.”

“Potter … I hope you’re not going to make life difficult. The Wizengamot said I had to attend our academy … So I have arrived to travel there, as is customary.”

“I’ll try not to be difficult, if you will do the same. Would you be prepared to shake hands publicly; so as to start off our eighth year in an amicable atmosphere? Possibly we should use our given names also.”

“You refused when I offered eight years ago, P-Harry.”

“Um … Yes … But we’re adults now, M-Draco, and I’ve known you weren’t truly black at heart; ever since that night on the Astronomy Tower. We were all forced into things we didn’t want to do, weren’t we?”

“I was by Voldemort and my Father … What about you?”

“He had to die a second time, Draco,” again Hermione interrupted: “In order to beat Voldemort he had to accept the killing curse a second time.”

“Hmm … Yes … Of course … And I owe you for saving me from the fire.” Draco shrugged: “As well as that; Mother has lectured me incessantly about building bridges. Being Slytherin I can see the usefulness of a friendship with our current hero.” Draco smiled self-depreciatingly and held out his hand.

Draco shivered as Harry shook the outstretched hand and they both smiled as a number of photo-lamps flashed. “Get inside quickly, Draco. There’s a gaudy reporter beetling towards us.”

“Ill fend Rita off, I’m used to it now.”

“Thanks, Kingsley.”

Draco muttered: “And I came early to avoid any fuss,” turned around and followed Harry and Hermione into the carriage. In the vestibule they paused.

“I understand politics much better now, Draco. So I’m not offended by your mother’s idea. At least you were honest about whatever relationship we might have. Most people try to smarm up my backside, if you know what I mean.”

Draco gave a rueful chuckle: “Yes I do … You should have seen the death eaters and Voldemort. They even went as far as actually licking his boots, Harry”

“That’s not happened to me yet; thank Merlin. Some of the hugs can be quite suffocating, especially if the mage concerned has bad breath or BO.”

Draco lifted his eyebrows in recognition; turned and opened the door into the saloon: “Merlin, this looks like a common-room on wheels.”

“Um … So it does … Those chairs look comfortable.”

Slughorn had come in behind them: “Draco, I need to talk with you urgently. Come into the other part of the carriage please.” They exited through a door about three-quarters of the way down inside the carriage.

Harry sat in one of the well upholstered chairs and was greeting his friends as they entered the saloon. Neville had accepted, so had Seamus and Dean. Hermione and Lavender were among the three Gryffindor girls. Blaise was the only other Slytherin male plus two quiet girls from the same house. Harry worked out that the two dozen returnees split evenly between males and females; so a mixed six from Hufflepuff and seven of the same from Ravenclaw made up the contingent.

The train had commenced its journey when Draco appeared in the saloon. All chatter stopped and the occupants stared at the blond.

“Draco, there’s a seat here next to me,” offered Harry.

“Thanks, Harry.”

As Draco sat, Harry received a few worried looks from some of the other eighth-years. He just gave them a bland smile, so they looked away and soon were chatting to their friends again. No doubt wondering what that greeting had signified.

Once he was sitting, Draco was unconsciously rubbing his hands together and had the slightest of smiles on his face.

“Well, did you accept?”

“Accept what, P-Harry?”

“I’m the new DADA Tutor.”

“Right … I’m the new Potions Tutor. The Slug says his injury means he cannot cope with all the classes. Are yours first to fourth years?”

“Yes … Kingsley’s doing the top classes … They have offered you a living salary?”

“Hmm … Yes … A good thing too. We can no longer occupy the Manor House because it’s in ruins; So Mother and I are staying with Aunt Andromeda. What was left of the Malfoy millions after Voldemort squandered them were sequestered for reparations. Mother has a small Black pension – not that I know where that comes from.”

“You’d better tell him, Harry. He has a right to know.” It was another interruption from Hermione.

“Tell me what, Mud-Oh-Granger?”

“You’ll have a bit from Snape’s estate won’t you?” Harry guessed: “Once probate has been granted. I have quite a bit in the Potter vaults. There was a small annuity paid to the three sisters from a Pollux Black fund. For some reason Bellatrix’s portion reverted to me so I made it over to both of her sisters. Her extra portion helps Andromeda feed my godson, his appetite is growing.”

Draco scowled and then shook himself: “I’m not yet used to being impecunious, you know. Malfoys never accepted charity; we gave it, and then lorded it over the recipients. At least father did.” Draco looked mournful and sighed. “I suppose being kissed was for the best, he would never have been able to accept our family’s lowly status now. Even Arthur Weasley’s income is greater now he’s the ministerial assistant. Thanks for helping out, Harry, that’s something else I owe you for.”

Further conversation was halted when Professor Slughorn stood and clapped his hands.

“Well now … It’s nice to see how many have returned. The new headmistress has asked me to explain a few things …”

“… Has Professor McGonagall been replaced, then?”

“No, Susan, the Wizengamot and Governors have only recently confirmed her position. Now … As you have probably read or heard, Hogwarts is still in a state of being rebuilt. The younger students will be rehoused first because they are most likely to catch a chill when the weather becomes colder. The professors will be using magical tents to live in, set up inside their quarters; something quite unsuitable for our young and energetic students. The renovation will pass up the years until the dormitory accommodation is fully restored. As you know, there never was proper accommodation for an eighth year and so the governors have had to compromise. Whilst clearing up the external debris from the battle an old railway siding was uncovered which led into the school’s grounds. On that siding will be parked these three carriages in which you will be accommodated.”

“I thought this looked like a common-room. Won’t it get cold in the winter, Professor?”

“No, Justin, it shouldn’t. These coaches are double glazed and used to form one of the elite muggle land tour trains. That particular company went out of business and we were able to buy them cheaply and have them renovated. The reason they’re on the train is that the refurbishments were only completed yesterday. By adding this rake to the school rake of carriages we only pay Network Rail for one train instead of two. The set is also steam-heated; if you reach down under the windows you will feel the heat from the pipes.”

Everyone took his hint and went over to touch the heated grills.

“What happens when the engine goes back to the depot, Professor?”

“Good question, Michael, one we pondered over. The solution is an old engine with a reasonable boiler and worn out cylinders being shunted on to the end of the siding. Once our carriages have been propelled up the siding they will be attached to this. The muggles think we are going to burn wood from the forest to keep up steam pressure. But we know better, don’t we?” Horace gave them a sly smile.

“So this will be our Common-room?”

“Yes, Neville, and for certain subjects it will be a classroom also. There is a dining area in this carriage …”

“… That’s where he interviewed me,” whispered Draco …

“… It has ample table room for studying and breakfast will be served there. All the other meals will be on a special separate table in the Great Hall.”

“Why a special table, Professor?”

“Because we want you to set an example of unity, Su Li, and you therefore will not interfere with the natural seniority progression within the houses.”

“Does that mean we won’t be able to play Quidditch for our House then?”

“I’m afraid so, Morag, but we would expect you to form an eighth-year team to play against each house in turn, on a friendly basis of course.”

“Two turns as chaser each, Draco?” Harry muttered.

“My old self would insist on my superiority,” whispered Draco back: “But you beat me more times than I beat you. So that seems fair. Only; you play against Slytherin and I’ll play against Gryffindor. It might get dangerous if we oppose our old teams.”

“Ginny would love that!” remarked Harry sarcastically.

“Do I have the feeling that you no longer see eye to eye?”

“And how … Almost immediately after the battle she started to organise every minute of my days. I didn’t mind too much at the beginning, all I wanted to do was relax after the fighting. After a bit, bedtimes and getting up were regimented to her timetable. I was told what I was going to wear, what I was going to eat, where I was going etc … It all got too much and we had a stand-up shouting match and she walked off in a huff. Auntie Molly and Ron tried to act as go betweens, but nothing came of it. You had a go as well, didn’t you Hermione.”

“Yes, more than once, but any reconciliation had to be on her rigid terms. There seemed no understanding of her boyfriend’s needs whatsoever. I’m afraid that, with that attitude, she’ll end up as a lonely old witch. She’s still appallingly bitchy with Harry at mealtimes. If Harry played against her, she’d try every dirty trick in the book.”

Harry chuckled: “I’ve had plenty of practice avoiding dirty tricks, haven’t I Draco?”

Draco chuckled back: “Not all of them were my fault, you know. All right, I apologise for the Dementor jape; that was going a bit too far. However I didn’t try to hex you off your broomstick, neither did I charm that Bludger to chase you.”

“Point taken …”

Horace clapped his hands again: “All right, clam down. You can choose your team later on. These are the names for each of your dormitory cabins. Cabin ‘A female’: Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, Hannah Abbott, Luna Lovegood.”

“Why can’t we bed down with our friends, Professor?”

“The main reason is this new ‘working together’ diktat from the Wizengamot and the governors. Another reason is that of defence; no one house will have the ascendancy in any one dormitory. For instance Cabin ‘A male’, will Have Draco Malfoy, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Michael Corner and Harry Potter residing in it. One from each house …” Slughorn continued to tell them their allotted cabins. The coaches were designated one for males and one for females; three cabins in each of the carriages on either side of the one in which they were meeting.

The students asked a few more questions and then were allowed to go to their cabins.

When their quartet walked into cabin A, there were two elves waiting there to greet them.

“Kreacher, what are you doing here?”

“Looking after my master – I’m not letting those common school-elves do it.”

“Okay, thank you. Who is the other elf?”

“He’s mine, Harry; he’s called Grouchy, aren’t you.”

“Yes Master Draco.”

“You mean you two have personal elves?”

“Of course we do, Mike, don’t you …” Draco looked at the other two: “Oh sorry, you’re mud … no I cannot use that term any more. You both have muggle parents, don’t you? Oh dear … I’ve dropped myself right in it haven’t I?”

Harry chuckled: “I like this new blond next door to me, one that’s prepared to say sorry. How about we offer our two dorm mates the services of our elves, Draco? Would you be happy with that, Kreacher?”

“As his master says, so an elf does.”

“Not that old one again and you’re not to go and punish yourself either.”

Kreacher smiled: “I looked after three of you quite well, didn’t I? One extra with help from a compatriot should be easy-peasy.”

Grouchy gaped open mouthed at the way Harry and Kreacher were semi bantering.

Draco also wore a surprised look: “I think, Grouchy; that you had better help as well.”

“Yes Master.” Grouchy was much younger than Kreacher: “Should I regard Kreacher as my elder, Master?”

“Yes, that would be a good idea, don’t you think, Harry?”

“If you think so, I’m happy with that. Now Kreacher, where are you sleeping?”

“We have two very snug bed-spaces Master. A proper mattress and bed coverings plus space to keep our things, one each, almost as good as the new place I have at Grimmauld Place, but still very comfortable. They’re opposite the bar in the middle coach”

The mages looked round their cabin. There were two pairs of tiered single bunks, one set at each end. Adjacent to the centre entry door there was a loo compartment with a washbasin. There was a matching one on the other side which contained a shower and another washbasin. Under the windows opposite were two pairs of fixed chairs with a table between each pair. The end chair backs formed a side table to each lower bunk. Beneath the centre of the lower bunk and the chairs were sets of drawers and at the foot of each bed some hanging space. Their trunks [a small portmanteau in Draco’s case], so they were informed, were slotted under the foot of the beds and accessible from the corridor outside or by lifting the foot of the bottom bunk. Above the windows were two parallel shelves for books, trinkets etc; their ends formed side tables for the upper bunks. Although the bunks were enclosed, having a wall at their back and returns at both ends, there was absolute privacy, if the bed-holder required it, provided by a pair of curtains which drew across the remaining open space. Against the wall of the cubicles was a ladder arrangement with flat rungs, so that the holder of the upper bunk could easily obtain his bunk in bare feet if necessary.

“Now masters which of you is having which bunk, and which drawers would you designate for your clothes,” asked Kreacher: “Once the train is properly berthed we’ll put out your books on the shelves. That is unless you want some inadvertent Quidditch practice when they slide off owing to the vibration.”

“I thought all elves were silent dour individuals, Harry,” stated Michael: “I like Kreacher’s sly humour. May I have a top bunk please?”

“That suits me. I’d prefer a bottom one,” said Justin.

“Well Draco?”

“A slight preference for the top one, but I’m not that fussed.”

“Suits me, I can pretend I’m in my cupboard under the stairs again. It was the only place I felt safe in when I was younger.”

“Cupboard under the stairs, Harry?”

“Yes Justin …” … a fairly long question and answer session started, whilst three horrified young mages learned of some new aspects of Harry’s upbringing. Draco was the most appalled.

“D’you mean that that batty old headmaster had you living with muggles who persecuted you?”

“They were my only living relations, Draco, and my mother’s love charm passed to them on her death.”

“Did he know you were badly treated?”

“I expect so, my first school letters were addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. And Dumbles wasn’t batty; he was about the only adult who seemed to care about me. That is until Auntie Molly took me under her wing. Even then I had to return to my muggle relatives each summer holiday in order to preserve the charm.”

“Well I think he was cruel to subject you to all that.”

“Nowhere near as cruel as when Snape and the Carrows ruled the roost, Draco,” supported Justin: “They were worse than the pink toad, by a long chalk.”

“Draco may not think-so, Justin,” added Michael: “If you remember, he and his cronies had licence to be nasty to the rest of us when they were in charge.”

“Well you were all running riot, weren’t you?”

“I, for one, remember how awkward you were when you were head of the Inquisitorial squad,” posited Harry: “Was he worse last year then?”

“I’ll say he was.” Justin scowled at Draco: “His trio were the policemen for the Carrows. They’d come and yank us out of bed occasionally if those nasties wanted to punish us.”

“They did it off their own bat sometimes as well,” added Michael: “They’d grab you and propel you into an empty class room …”

“… No, no … Don’t tell him … Please?”

Harry looked intrigued about what Draco did not want repeating: “Do tell, Mike … Then I can see if he’s worthy of these offers of friendship he’s been making.”

“Okay Harry …” Michael stopped talking and cast a shield, because Draco had sent a silencing hex at him.

Harry wrapped Draco in Incarcerous cords. “Now what were you saying, Mike?”

“In the classroom they’d stretch you backwards over a desk and interfere with you.”

“Interfere … You mean get your cock out and play with it?”

“Yes … Sometimes they twist and pull your balls, or get you almost there and stop; only restarting when you went floppy.”

“At other times they’d wank you quickly,” put in Justin: “Then, after you’d cum, they’d grip your dick and keep it hard, playing with you sensitive end whilst you spasmed and screamed.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Harry made a grab for Draco who had been shuffling his tied feet towards the door and escape: “Is it true what they said?”

Draco gave Harry his usual grimace of superiority and then changed his mind: “Look … I’m sorry for what I did. What you probably don’t realise was that Crabbe and Goyle weren’t my stooges, they were my keepers. If I stepped out of line they’d do much worse things than that, I can assure you. I’ve seen them sexually torture more than one muggle boy to death. Ask Blaise, they got him a few times as well. It was a living hell when Voldemort ruled at our Manor. The death eaters were worse than my two gaolers. Voldemort liked fresh young flesh, as I found out more than once, because it was mine.”

“Okay, we understand; you weren’t that cruel to us, but we were violated after all,” said Justin: “More than once.”

“Promise not to run away if I lift the Incarcerous?”

“Yes Harry. Not that there was anywhere I could run to, was there? There are anti-apparation wards on the train; never mind how dangerous it would be to do so from a moving vehicle … Now what?”

Harry removed the Incarcerous and was silent for a few seconds: “I think some form of reparation would prove your change of heart. Now what could it be?”

Draco shrugged, walked over to the windows, drew the blinds down and lay on one of the tables: “Okay … Who’s first … I’ll submit … like for like seems appropriate.”

The two elves looked alarmed and popped-off to their snugs. Three amazed mages looked at the prone blond and noticed a bulge growing under his flies.

“Merlin’s balls, do I have to spell it out to you,” Draco shouted from his recumbent position: “Mike, come here, undo my zip and play with my prick.”

Michael looked at Harry. Harry shrugged and nodded. All three mages went over to the table and Michael freed the Malfoy meat from its confinement.
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