Scared, Potter?Word count:
Returning to Hogwarts for his eighth year, Harry meets someone at the barrier at King’s Cross.Disclaimer:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I think I’m often nicer to them than she is.Author's Notes:
Written for hd100
's challenge, wish
. I can't believe no one else has used this particular 'wish' phrase.
Harry stopped feet from the barrier.
He’d been looking forward to Hogwarts and escaping the oppressive adoration. Now he was afraid it’d be the same there.
A shoe scuffed. Harry glanced sideways to see Malfoy, looking as anxious as Harry felt. He was determinedly looking away, but then glanced over, ducking his head awkwardly.
“Shouldn’t you see your fans?” It was a poor attempt at spite.
“I don’t want to deal with people either.”
Malfoy stared. Suddenly his wilted posture straightened, ashamed expression blossoming into a smile.
Harry couldn’t let that stand.
They walked forward together.