Prisoner 63

If Our Love Is Wrong

A/N: i know I've been gone, I'm sorry. School is crazy, had a breakup, life, yknow?

The days had crawled by, dragging paranoia and anxiety with them. Draco couldn't even begin to describe the relief he felt as they walked away from the car for hopefully the final time, making their way into King's Cross station.

Harry was holding his hand tightly, something Draco had gotten used to. It was kind of adorable, in a way.

Draco had forgotten how loud and busy Kings Cross was, people swarming everywhere. Harry let out a squeak of surprise as a train blew its whistle, grabbing Draco's arm with his free hand. Draco looked at him, and gave him a reassuring smile. Harry's eyes were wide, he was clearly scared, but he bit his lip and nodded slowly, staying pressed up against Draco's side and very far away from the tracks.

They kept walking towards the barrier where platform 9 and 3/4s was located, some people passing by giving them strange looks. Draco panicked internally for a moment; did they recognise them? Were the death eaters suddenly going to swarm them? But as he followed one man's gaze, he realised that all the people were staring with distaste at his and Harry's joined hands.

Draco couldn't deny that his feelings towards Harry had been changing. It was difficult for them not to; they shared the same bed, looked after each other, held hands... Draco felt a connection with him like he'd never felt before in his life. Before this, he'd had no second thoughts about his arranged betrothal to Pansy Parkinson. Sure, she was pretty and funny, but that was about it. He didn't feel anything special around her at all.

Harry however, was a completely different story. All Draco wanted to do was hold him, comfort him, kiss his face and snuggle up with him. Harry was all too eager to accept the attention and affection, much to Draco's happiness.

Not to mention how adorable he was, with his head full of messy black hair that Draco loved to run his hands through, his emerald green eyes becoming Draco's favourite colour, and his constant curiosity on top of all that. Thinking back to that crippled, blindfolded and gagged figure in Azkaban was mind shattering: Harry was a completely different person now.

Draco scowled at the man, slipping his arm around Harry's waist and pulling him to his side, suddenly possessive. Harry looked up at him, smiling nervously, but clearly happier to be closer to Draco. Draco smiled softly back.

Draco glared at anyone who gave them a second glance from then on, satisfied when people quickly looked away. Draco's eyes widened, however, when he caught sight of two familiar people heading towards them.

Pansy and Blaise, pulling their trunks behind them, probably going to get lunch at that posh cafe at the end of the platform, like they always did. They looked the same as they did last year; same posh clothes, same cold expression, same devilish ideologies. Draco winced, they'd definitely know about what he'd done by now, there was no hope of even trying to talk to them. They wouldn't side with him, he knew they wouldn't.

Tightening his grip on Harry's waist, he pulled Harry's hood up with his other hand and steered them to the other side of the platform, blending in with the crowd.

A dull, hollow feeling had swallowed up his heart. Even though Blaise and Pansy were on the side of the Death Eaters, he couldn't help but feel sad. They were the closest thing to friends he'd ever had, having known them as a young child, his constant companions while he was at Hogwarts. He had no one else.

He felt a hand gently touch his arm, and looked down, seeing Harry gazing up at him. There was concern in his green eyes, and he was searching Draco's eyes desperately to try and figure out what was wrong.

Draco couldn't help but smile. He looked so sweet, that oversized hoodie shadowing his face, looking up at Draco through his dark fringe, the scars around his cheeks and mouth more noticeable when he frowned. Draco leaned down and kissed his cheek softly, to which Harry smiled and blushed slightly.

"I'm fine, Harry. Come on, we've got to get to the platform."

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Blending in when they got closed to the platform gradually became more difficult. Draco kept recognising people and it was becoming more and more difficult not to be spotted.

"Okay, Harry. See that wall there?" Draco spoke slowly and softly, nodding towards the wall that would lead them to the platform.

Harry squinted at it and nodded.

"To get to the train, we need to walk through it." At Harry's look of alarm, Draco continued. "It's easy, trust me. We're going to walk up and lean against it, and then when no ones looking we'll slip through." Draco held eye contact with him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "I won't let go of you, I promise."

Harry released a shaky breath but nodded.

Draco made his way up to the wall, still holding Harry's hand. Gently he leaned his back against it, or pretended to, before letting himself slip backwards.

It felt like lukewarm water had been washed over him, a fluid, gentle sensation pulling him through the seemingly solid concrete and out the other side. The smell of steam and smoke filled his nostrils, and his hair was blown back from his face as the steam engine let out a shriek.

Harry looked awestruck and terrified, staring at the ruby red train with eyes as wide as saucers. His mouth was agape in shock, and his hair was windswept.

Draco, still holding his hand, pulled him towards the train. Harry pulled against him briefly, crying out in fear, but Draco dragged him onto the train as quickly as he could. He pushed through the crowds, trying to blend in as much as possible, and slunk into an empty compartment, shutting the door firmly behind them. He drew all the curtains and sat down, breathing a sigh of relief. They'd made it.

Harry was shaking, and pulled his hand away from Draco's to wrap his arms around himself, a habitual position of fear. Draco's stomach twisted with guilt, and he knelt down in front of Harry.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I know this is scary, but it'll be ok soon. I promise."

Harry just nodded softly, still shaking, but allowed Draco to pull him into his lap, the blond resting his chin on Harry's head.

*

It was dark when the train pulled to a screeching halt. Harry had drifted off to sleep in the darkness of the compartment, Draco twisting Harry's hair around his fingers, trying to keep himself awake just in case anyone walked in, or someone tried to attack. He found himself doing that a lot, lately.

The sound of voices and footsteps caused Harry to awake, and his body was briefly tense before he realised where he was and relaxed.

"Wait for a moment," Draco said softly. "Well leave once everyone else is gone."

Harry nodded and pressed his face into Draco's shirt. Draco knew he was overwhelmed and exhausted, but once they got to Dumbledore everything would be fine.

Everything had to be fine.