From Hogwarts to Kings Cross

                                    

                                          
Boarding the Hogwarts Express and saying good bye to Hogwarts for two months wasn't easy for any of the students, let alone Draco Malfoy. 
He sadly gazed through the window, as he saw the castle disappearing from view. The train began catching speed, and so did his wild thoughts. The sky had turned a misty grey at the moment, as heavy clouds overshadowed it. Rain was only a few moments away.
It came first as small drops and then a heavy shower; the raindrops splattered against the window panes, creating an oddly satisfying sound. He could stay there for hours, gazing through the window at the fields being bathed in rain, and listening to the beautiful voice of the falling rain.
He didn't register how time passed, but the next thing he knew, Blaise was tapping on his shoulder, complaining about how bored he felt.
'How much time is left?' Draco asked.
'I dunno, Maybe two more hours?' Blaise rolled his eyes.
He looked around nervously, not wanting to face his mother.
'Draco!' A voice came rushing into the compartment, as both turned their heads in the direction. It was Neville Longbottom, and he was brandishing a fresh copy of The Daily Prophet at Draco.
'Have you seen this!?' He asked baffled, throwing the Newspaper at him.
'Seen what?' Draco began to panic, his hands trembling as he held the newspaper up.
Blaise lent in and gasped.
The headline read 'The World of Magic in Eminent Danger?'
'Who..... what even?' Draco mumbled as Blaise began reading out loud.
''It has recently come to knowledge that the Ministry of Magic has successfully hidden yet another fact from the public - yet. While disclosing this to the community might bring on a lot of criticism, we believe nothing should remain concealed, and the Magical Community has all rights to know what goes on.''
"I can bet my Manor, that Skeeter bug wrote this!" Draco yelled out in frustration.
"It gets more stupid as it proceeds." Hermione silently entered the train compartment, surprising all of them with her sudden appearance.
"The Ministry of Magic was keeping a hidden artifact which has now been confirmed as one of the ways to revive none other than the Dark Lord. While the nature of the object is unknown yet, it adds to the theory the the Magic World is no longer safe." Blaise continued reading.
"Moreover, this 'object' was created by none other than Lord Voldemort himself. It truly gives rise to the question: how many more hocruxes does the great villain have? Furthermore, why did the Ministry keep it on their premises without informing any one?"
"Because it's the frigging Ministry! It can keep anything from the public!" Neville outraged.
"I know why." Blaise resolutely put his hand up in the air. 'They hide it so some shitty reporter can't make a whole Conspiracy Theory out of it, for the sake of Merlin!'
"It is not only Lord Voldemort that we have to fear now," Draco read out. "But the Ministry as well, for it might be involved with the Deatheaters, while apparently trying to fend the Dark forces off, they might be one of them, only hatching another plan to destroy the Muggle and Magical Worlds." He finished reading with an angry moan.
"I can bet my life, it was the Skeeter bug." He added.
"Can you imagine the speculation it is creating among the people?" Hermione sat next to Neville, smoothing out the copy of the newspaper.
"Who let this be published in the Daily Prophet?" Draco inquired, gazing out of the window.
Platform 9 3/4 was just about arriving. 
There was silence as the Hogwarts Express was halting to a stop now. One by one every one excused themselves, after exchanging long good-byes, and see-you-laters. Not long after, Draco realized that Hermione and him were left.
Both stood up at the same time.
"I guess we'll be seeing each other." Hermione smiled.
Unexpectedly, Draco grasped hold of her arm gently, and said, 'I'll write to you..."
He then softly leaned in, allowing her to register what was going to happen. Even more surprisingly, she pressed her lips to his, softly cherishing the feel of her warm ones over his soft and cold lips.
As if they meant it, they said a proper good bye, this time, without the extra audience - just his hands holding hers, and her soft mouth engulfing his.