Platform 9 3/4
Arriving at the station was a complete fever dream for Draco. The portkey dropped them off at the platform, where Theo and Blaise were prompted to practically drag Draco towards the relatively empty portion of the train station where some familiar faces were waiting. With his usual straight and proper stature, Lucius was bantering with Mr Nott. Lucius, practically sensing his son’s presence near him, turns his head to look for his son. Draco’s face lights up, and he pushes himself between Theo and Blaise’s bodies. He runs up to where the men are conversing.
“Father!” Draco gently runs up to Lucius as he shyly shifts his feet, “How was your summer?”
Lucius lifts his cane and taps Draco on his side. “Not nearly as good,” he says, gripping Draco’s shoulder a tad bit hard to his liking. Then, he leans his head beside Draco’s ear, “without you tagging along.”
Draco giggles at his father’s attempt to keep his cold and calm facade in front of his acquaintances as he whispers, “Don’t worry, I already told Mother I’ll be spending Christmas with you and Sev.”
Lucius couldn’t help holding back his smile as the side of his lips curled up. By this time, Theo and Blaise were talking with Mr Nott about the upcoming semester. Draco makes eye contact with Mr Nott, who gives him a little nod, which Draco gladly returns. Mr Nott has always been incredibly friendly with Draco, spoiling him rotten since Theo expressed interest in the tiny blonde. The train locomotive rang before Draco could say anything else, signaling it was about to depart.
Draco looks up at Lucius, who sadly pats him goodbye on his back. “Send an owl after you meet up with your father, and do not act out again this year. I have eyes everywhere.”
“You mean Daddy Sev has eyes everywhere,” Draco rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “I’ll send you an owl as soon as I settle in.”
When he notices Theo, Blaise, and Mr Nott are busy giving their goodbyes, Lucius stretches his arms for his son to embrace, which Draco gladly does. “I’ll see you in a couple of months, my treasure.”
Draco smiles at him and nods as he turns his back to join Theo and Blaise, who are ending their goodbyes.
The train ride was the same as usual. They were looking for Daphne and Pansy, who were already saving a seat in the cart for them. Draco, as usual, needed to make his grand entrance, so he threw the cart door open to get everyone’s attention.
“Summer glow up, you toads,” Draco flips his skirt to the side as he sits down next to Pansy, “I see you gained a few.”
“I see you lost a few,” Pansy smirks as she points to where Draco’s dick used to be, “So it just shriveled up a dried out from nonusage?”
“Basically.” Theo joins in as he and Blaise sit across from the girls.
“I told you that I was a veela, I was just a late bloomer,” Draco combs his fingers through his curled platinum hair, going far past his hips as it puddles itself around the seat around him like a waterfall.
“Late bloomer or not, what is going on with your hair?” Pansy grabs a chunk on the side and pulls on it rather harshly, “And it’s real? How did your hair grow so fast?”
“Ow! Yes, it’s real. It's the Sleeckeasy Hair Growth Potion. I hate that Potter but I do love his grandfather.”
“Maybe I should give it a go,” Pancy looks over at Daphne for validation “What do you think?”
Daphne looks uninterested at Draco’s long hair and then back at Pansy: “I think a short bob suits you. It makes your head look normal-sized.”
“Just shut up, who are you to talk to,” Pansy rolls her eyes and laughs “Anyway, tell me about France? And Mrs Malfoy- I mean, Ms Black’s new husband?”
The train ride was the same as any other. They talked about their summer vacation and all the expectations they were planning for the year to come; Their last year before they were true adults. Draco noticed himself staring out the compartment doors now and again, maybe trying to search for a familiar black messy mop of hair, but being in the very back of the train cart, not many passerbyers were seen. When the candy trolly came by, Draco got himself a sugar quill and sour apple strips and stuffed them in his pocket for safekeeping.
Maybe it was the fact that it was their last train ride and the conversations they were sharing were lasting longer for memory's sake, Draco could not have been more bored. Before he knew it, he was dozing off onto Blaise’s lap, who, with Theo, graciously let Draco sprawl down on the seats. As his eyes fluttered open and shut for Merlin knew how long, Draco felt a small jolt of movement as the train made its final stop.
“Wake up, Princess,” Draco nods half-awake as Blaise holds back his laugh, looking at Draco’s half-asleep face, “looks like you were eating your candies in your dream.” Blaise strokes his thumb over the side of Draco’s lips where he seems to have made quite a mess. He looks down on Blaise’s uniform pants and sees a darkened stain which makes his cheeks turn red. Shoving Blaise’s hand away from his face, he rubs the back of his hand to his face to get the remaining embarrassment off and pouts up to Blaise who is still trying to hold back a laugh.
“Shut up, Zabini,” Draco flips his hair around to fix his bed head, “that ride could’ve been shorter.”
Daphne opens her purse and pulls out a hairbrush to give to Draco. Draco gives her a small thank you before brushing down the frizzled top of his head.
Pansy locks arms with Draco as they walk down the train cart together to the carriages waiting at the Hogsmeade Station.
“Is it just me or are you, Blaise, and Theo in an official triad now?” Pansy whispers as she pretends to lean her head on Draco’s shoulder.
“We did spend our entire lives together,” Draco shrugs “and we did get… kind of close over the summer.”
“Looks to me that you guys are more than just ‘close’,” Pansy teases, “While you were sleeping, Blaise was stroking your hair like a prized cat and Theo was playing with the hems of your skirt. Daph and I were about to find another cart to leave you girls alone.
Draco laughs as he rolls his eyes. They get onto the first empty carriage they see. Once everyone was in their respective seats, the invisible thestrals began to move.
“When we get back, do you want to hang in our room?” Draco asks, “We brought some ‘souvenirs’ from France that you would like.”
Pansy and Daphne look at each other and giggle, “Well, it is the last day before classes start,” Daphne laughs. “I always wanted to see how those French wizards party.”