Harry stepped out of his Uncle Vernon's car for the last time. After retrieving his trunk from the trunk (tee hee) of the car, his mother's family wasted no time in departing. Harry watched them leave and then he closed his eyes and smiled, letting the wind wash over his face. Finally he opened his eyes and entered the train station to begin making his way to Platform 9 ¾. This year would be a better and different year for Harry and for once he didn't dread what the year would bring him. Last year, Sixth year had been the bloodiest and hardest year of his life and for Harry that was saying something. But it had also been one of his best simply because he had finally defeated the man that had haunted his youth with a vengeance. Harry had finally finished Voldemort off for good. With all the magic in the world, it had surprised Harry that all it had taken after destroying the Horcrux's was for him to stab Voldemort in the heart. The battle had lasted for hours with Harry working his way through Death Eaters to finally reach his target.

"Ah Harry I see you've finally joined my little party." Voldemort had sneered as he said it.

"I'm sorry Tom but this is where you end." As Harry said this, he charged at Voldemort surprising him and making him forget his wand as they battled hand to hand. In the end it was Harry on top of Tom driving to drive the knife into his chest and Riddle trying his best to stop him. Fortunately for Harry Voldemort was not the stronger of the two and as his arms had given out Harry had plunged the knife deep into his heart. As Voldemort screamed his last scream, the entire battlefield had come to a hush. Harry had stood up and looked towards the heavens and screamed. It was a savage sound that brought chills up your spine. When he was done, he had simply walked away from the battlefield and everyone, even the Death Eaters had simply watched him leave. No one could believe that it was truly over. But over it was and now Harry could enjoy his last year in peace. He almost didn't know what to do with himself without a madman trying to kill him.

"HARRY!!"

Harry looked over to see Ron and Hermione running to him at a mad dash. He smiled and they all collided into a huge hug.

"Harry it's so good to see you! How was your summer?" Hermione asked still hugging him.

Laughing Harry said, "About as great as a summer with the Dursley's could have been, Mione."

They continued to talk all the way onto the train. One could tell that the evil had finally passed. Everyone on the train was happy and cheerful, the shadow that had been cast over them had finally fallen and everyone was glad to see it go. Harry just smiled as people passed him, patting him on the back and thanking him. Ron and Hermione went off to do Prefect duties and Harry searched for an empty compartment. Everywhere was full except the very last compartment which only held one person. Draco Malfoy. The Malfoys had been spying for the Light in the end and even though they had switched sides, Lucius and Narcissa had still lost their lives. Draco was an orphan and from what Dumbledore had told him, had still resided at Malfoy Manor though Professor Snape had stayed with him. He had changed drastically from what Harry could tell. Draco sat in the corner of the compartment with his knees drawn up and his arms around them. He just sat there looking at the floor though you could tell that he wasn't really seeing it. He had already changed into his school uniforms as had Harry. Harry opened the door and finally Draco came aware of his surroundings.

Harry smiled and said, "Mind if I join you?"

"It's fine, I don't mind" Draco replied quietly.

He seemed to space out again and Harry took to watching him. He seemed to be paler than Harry had remembered and thinner looking. It was obvious that his parents' death had taken it's toll on him. Harry's heart went out for him. "So Draco are you ready for our last year?"

"I suppose. I just want it to be over actually." Draco replied looking out the window.

"Oh. Why it that?"

"Think about it. I'm a Slytherin, the few that were my friends are either dead or homeschooled and the rest would love to put me in the ground next to my parents. Their families are in Azkaban because of my family."

"You don't think they will attack you do you?" Harry asked concerned.

"I know they will. I expect no less of them." Draco said. He seemed to have accepted his fate easily. Harry however had not. He planned to speak to Dumbledore as soon as they arrived about it.

"Well if they give you a hard time, you come to me. I'll make sure they leave you alone."

"Why?" Draco looked at him curiously. Draco didn't understand why Harry was being so nice and he surely didn't understand him protecting him. He felt a nervous fluttering in his stomach as Harry stood and walked to where he was right in front of him. He crouched down to where he was eye level with him. Then he smiled and Dracos nervous fluttering kicked up a notch. "Why? Because you don't deserve that kind of pain. Because you're beautiful. Because you're mine." Harry leaned forward and kissed him softly. Draco gasped and touched his lips watching Harry go back to his seat and lay across his seat seemingly falling asleep. Did he just say I was his? Draco couldn't believe how this train ride was turning out. He got up quietly and then quickly left the compartment running down the hall and into the bathroom. He hid himself in a stall and leaned against the stall door. His heart was pounding and he felt dizzy. The war had definitely changed Draco in ways he was still discovering and now he had this to contemplate. He wished now that Pansy and Blaise had not opted to be homeschooled this year rather than face their classmates. He needed his friends in a way that was almost painful. How was he to survive this year? The more shocking question that shot in Draco's head was: Did he even want to survive?

Author's Note: Ok so this is my first fanfic on here so I would really appreciate feedback.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe, no matter how much I want to. J.K. Rowling is the genius there.