Chapter 1
Harry
Harry sat silently in the back seat, squished between Dudley and the door. The bruises and cuts on his arm from the last few days were hurting pretty bad. He would have to touch up his makeup layer on the train before anyone saw the blood. Harry checked his moleskin purse(from Hagrid) to make sure that his makeup was still there, sighing in relief when he saw that it was. Harry looked out the window to ensure that’s Hedwig was still flying above them, following them to the station. When they reached the station, Aunt Petunia threw Harry out of the car, chucking his trunk out at him too. Harry raced to get a trolley and loaded his trunk and Hedwig, now In her cage, onto it. Then he headed off for platform nine and three-quarters.
As soon as Harry got on the train, he changed into his school robes. Then, he rushed to the bathroom, ensuring that no one saw him. Relieved that he easily made it to the bathroom, Harry pulled out his makeup bag and pulled out the foundation. He began to apply a thin layer of antiseptic cream. Then he covered it up with his foundation. Just as he began to add the bronzer, one of the bathroom stalls door opened. Harry spun around quickly to see the one person he had been trying to avoid all his school life. If not to try and enact his "hero complex,” as they called it, then to stop himself from pitying the boy.
Draco
Draco held onto his father’s hand as they approached King’s Cross. His papa(Severus) had already left early in the morning, with the promise of chocolate frogs for Draco when he reached the common room.
Draco grasped the trolley handles as his father used them to guide him to the platform to take them to the school. He felt the rush of magic as he passed through the brick wall that separates the Muggle and magical worlds. A smile appeared on his face as he used his father to make his way to the train and board it.
After hugging and kissing his father goodbye, he cast “point me the nearest bathroom” and listened to the spell leading to the bathrooms.
Draco opened the door to the bathroom and pushed at each stall door until he found an open one. He went inside to complete his necessities. As he was inside, he heard the door open as someone else entered the bathroom. Draco finished up and then turner to where he assumed the sinks were. He felt his way up and began to wash his hands before addressing the person next to him.
“Hello...” he trailed off, not knowing the other boy’s name.
“Harry,” was the response that he got.
Draco froze on the spot. Now he was standing next to one of the most family use and powerful wizards on the planet!
"oh-oh,” he stuttered lamely, then he regained his composure,
“Draco, Draco Malfoy. Pleasure.” He stuck his hand out where he assumed Harry was.
“I know,” came the response, “but your hand is about ninety degrees off.”
Draco blushed “sorry, I can’t really see...” he heard Harry’s gasp, “you mean you’re blind!” Draco blushed even more and nodded.
“Yeah, I-I mean I-“ he fell silent, not really knowing what to say.
He felt Harry’s hand grasp his. “That’s okay. I don’t know how to answer certain questions sometimes.”
Draco sighed in relief, hoping that he hadn’t completely ruined his look in front of the other boy.
He moved to face Harry, “Am I facing you?” Harry told him he was and led Draco out of the bathroom and into a carriage, but as Draco had grabbed Harry's arm, he had felt some weird cuts on his arm. He could hear the pained strain in Harry’s voice as his fathers had when he got hurt from potions or some such. And as they sat in the compartment that Harry took them to, Draco knew something was off, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it just yet.