Spoon

Harry rushed towards the Hogwarts' Express; having just been scuttled past the entrance to Platform 9 ¾. With only 4 minutes remaining until the train left, Harry was more than a little stressed about getting on. He couldn't easily forget his second year, flying to Hogwarts in the old Ford Anglia with Ron. He snapped back into reality, having lost another minute. There was no way he was going to miss the train to his 6th year at Hogwarts - he was so near the end.

Three minutes left until departure, Harry dragged his baggage onto the train and looked for a compartment with an open seat. He saw Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus and Neville sitting in one, but it looked full, and all of their pets had been put onto the last remaining seat. He waved at them halfheartedly and looked on for another seat.

"Looking for someone, Potter?" Harry recognized that drawling tone of Draco's anywhere. Oh god, he thought to himself, I bet the only seat on the train is in a compartment with Draco Malfoy…

Just as he had suspected, the only seat left was right next to Draco himself.

"You look a bit down, Potter. Perhaps I could stick some Filibuster Fireworks in your trousers?" He looked put off by the dullness dripping from his comment. Draco hit himself inwardly, taking all but too much notice of Harry's exquisitely refined legs. When did I start regarding Potter as more than the biggest annoyance imaginable? He smirked for a moment and turned back to Dex Flint and Blaise Zabini.

"Well, care to join us? Or are your jeans impairing any type of movement?" Harry grabbed the sides of his jeans and pulled them down a bit, hoping they would lose the effect of being far too small. He walked slowly towards the apparently all-Slytherin compartment and carefully took a seat next to Draco. He looked out into the longingly. He'd much rather be trampled by kinds moving to and from their seats than sit with a group of the nastiest Slytherins in years. Draco jabbed him in the side with a bony elbow, "Already missing your mudblood friend, Potter? I bet she's rather enjoying herself without you," Draco hissed.

Harry did seem to notice a lot of noise coming from his friends' compartment. They must be playing exploding snap, he thought. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"Oh, nice one. Have you ever considered that you might poke someone's eye out with your sharp wit? I would be rather painful - like a spoon," he chortled, already enjoying the fun he would have all the way to school. Harry didn't even want to move as he heard the audible giggles from Blaise and that horrible…noise, which may be construed as laughter, coming from Dex.

Since when did Harry have time to work out with his muggle family? I've never seen abs that heavenly before…Draco could feel himself being drawn into looking at Harry, and that hurt him more than any beating his father could give him. That should be Rule #1 in the 'Evil Handbook' - Never lust after your worst enemy.

"Could those two not snog somewhere a little more private?" Harry pointed to Blaise and Dex, who were very wrapped up in themselves in the corner of the compartment, "How can you stand it, Malfoy? Or do you like watching? Little Draco sure seems to be enjoying himself," Harry commented nonchalantly. It was blatantly obvious that Draco had a boner, although Harry wasn't sure why he was looking anywhere on the vicinity of Malfoy, especially his legs. He thought he saw a spark of embarrassment light in Draco's eyes.

"Very funny, Potter, coming from someone who 'accidentally' watched poor Ron and Hermione getting it on in the Three Broomsticks. I really wonder how that whole situation came about," Draco was warming up to insulting Harry by now, although he had begun to squirm - Harry had noticed his…erection. Luckily, Harry had no idea what it was from. Better he think it was because of Blaise and Dex, anyway. He tried to calm himself down, with much success, because Harry's legs were no longer in plain view.

Harry, feeling he had to explain, began, "Well, seeing as they were snogging when I walked in, it wasn't much of a deal - until they saw me of course," Harry blushed, remembering the instance. It was the Christmas visit to Hogsmeade and he had walked into The Broomsticks to get some butterbeer when he had noticed Ron and Hermione kissing. He was stunned to the spot, and before he could leave, Ron and turned around and promptly turned an amazing shade of scarlet, one even deeper than that of Gryffindor.

Draco, thinking he hadn't had enough fun with Harry yet, poked him yet again in the side, but this time, Harry spun around and landed a punch right on his nose. Draco looked stunned for a moment and then punched Harry under the jaw. Harry's head reeled into the side of the compartment and it took a moment for him to come-to. He kicked Draco's shin and punched him in the stomach at once. Draco crumpled like paper and cursed rather creatively. "Potter, you can bet I'll be reporting this to McGonagall as soon as we arrive."

Harry rolled his eyes and rubbed his chin. For such a thin guy, Draco sure did pack a punch. He leaned his head against the door into the hallway and fell immediately asleep. When he woke up, Ron was prodding him in the side. "Harry, what are you doing in the same compartment as Malfoy, and what's wrong with your face?" He must have been the lovely bruise blossoming under Harry's chin. "Mmph. No where to sit. Save me…" Was his half-waking reply. "Go ahead, Weasley, take him. I bet you've missed him, although I must say, I'd rather have Seamus to keep me company than Potter here." Ron was about to land another hit on Draco's face when the sweets cart arrived in the hall behind them. "Can I get anything for you boys?"

Ron dragged Harry out of the compartment by one arm and pulled him into the now empty seat of the Gryffindor compartment. "Draco will one day get what's coming to him - a punch so hard he'll never be able to stand the sight of himself in the mirror," Harry laughed a little as he said this, but couldn't help remembering Draco's comment. Have you ever considered that you might poke someone's eye out with your sharp wit? I would be rather painful - like a spoon.

There was no denying Draco had a wit sharper than a living blade, and stunningly good looks, but he ranked himself with the Gods. If he weren't such a git, he might be - Harry cut himself off there. Since when had Draco become anything more than his worst enemy?

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione looked worried about him the moment he had stepped in.

"I'm fine, my bruise just hurts a bit." A favorable answer, he thought.

"Well, as long is it wasn't your scar…" Hermione and her obsession with my scar. It's like she's trying to be my mother. At least she cares, unlike Vernon and Petunia. He hated thinking about his muggle family, but it was difficult, having just spent an entire summer being tortured by Dudley and his friends.

"No, not my scar, Hermione. I promise this time." Harry had a thing for telling no one when his scar hurt and he'd run into some trouble last year lying to everyone about it. He didn't like to recall last year. It had possibly been his worst at Hogwarts. Shaking his head, he turned to his friends and smiled, "So, how's it been in here without me?"

"Boring," Dean and Seamus said in unison. Ron nodded in agreement, "Ever since Hermione told us to stop throwing Exploding Snap cards out the window, it's been no fun."

"It was dangerous, Ron!" Hermione protested, "You could have hit an animal with those cards!" Ron, Dean and Seamus all rolled their eyes. "And poor Neville has lost Trevor again," Hermione said with a sigh, although the sides of her mouth seemed to twitch involuntarily.

"Students, please put on your uniforms. We are approaching Hogwarts. The estimated time to arrival is 23 minutes." v"The ride gets shorter every year. Good, thing, because I'm starved!" commented Seamus, who always seemed to be hungry for a boy his size, although, Harry noticed, he had grown at least 5 inches over the summer. He still stood at about 5'8", which was nothing in comparison to Harry, who towered over all but Ron standing at 6 foot.

The twenty-three minutes to Hogwarts seemed to take longer than the many hours of the trip, seeing as everyone had become hungry and restless. Harry straightened his tie and paid no mind to his hair, which, as always, flew off in every direction.

Hermione noticed, looking around the compartment that everyone had changed. Poor Ron, who had, last year, looked completely out of proportion, now looked tall with broad shoulders and a lot more handsome than before. Harry, who had not looked so bad last year, looked quite a bit more refined. He was nearly as tall as Ron was. He was cut and his hair, although tousled, looked a lot better than it had any year since they met at the age of 11. She never, of course, would have told this to anyone. Even Neville, who had been a short and chubby fifth year, now looked…handsome, Hermione thought. Her cheeks flushed lightly and she smiled at everyone, and pinned a small Prefect badge onto her black robes.

The train pulled into Hogsmeade station and the passengers began to get off at an alarming rate, apparently all trying to get into the first carriage. She noticed, though, the apprehensive look of the first years that were closing in around the large form of Hagrid. She waved to him with a broad smile and ran to catch up with the boys.