Hey!

So I am re/writing the chapters that already were there and FINALLY continuing the story itself, after all the re/writes.

As a disclaimer, I dont own any of the HP universe and I am writing just for fun.

If there is anything, good or bad, feel free to leave a comment!

Hope you enjoy

Chapter 1 - In September they met at Kings Cross

It was 1st of September. Beginning of a school year and the platform on Kings Cross was buzzing. Harry was standing next to Ginny and Lily, watching as the red Hogwarts express slowly took off. His two sons were hanging from the window and waving to their family. Just like every other student in the train. Harry had a melancholic smile on his face as he waved goodbye.

He remembered his first ride in the bright red train just like it was yesterday. It had been one of the happiest days of his life by far. Everything had been so new and exciting and no one was going to take it away from him. He had finally gotten away from the Dursleys. Of course Harry had known that he would have to go back to the Dursleys for the summer, but at that moment nothing could have ruined his happiness. He had been free and ready to see and learn all the new thing the wizarding world had to offer. He had met his best friends, and technically his wife as well. That day had definitely changed his life for the better.

And now Albus was going to Hogwarts. His second child. Albus had been incredibly nervous before getting to the train, but as Harry watched the train disappear, he was sure he was the more nervous one. It wasn't easy to send you kids off to school knowing that the next time you would see them was on Christmas. By Christmas, they would have grown up so much. Luckily they would still have Lily at home. Harry's little princess. Way too soon she would be going to Hogwarts as well and there would be only Harry and Ginny left. He wasn't sure what to think about it.

When the train had been out of sight for a few minutes they got out of the platform. Ginny took Lily and went home to enjoy her day off, but Harry would still have to go to work. He decided to walk to the closest coffee shop before heading to the ministry. Harry would had a boring day at the office ahead of him. Being an auror had turned up being more paperwork than actual action. Obviously Kingsley had offered the head auror job for him couple of years back but Harry had never been that ambitious. And he liked his job as it was.

He got his pumpkin spice latte and almost bumped into someone as he turned to away from the counter.

"Always so classy Potter" he heard a familiar sneer and when he looked up he saw Draco Malfoy. Harry had seen him on the platform with his wife and son who, Harry assumed, was apparently also going to Hogwarts. Their eyes had met in somewhat friendly manner. However, from up close Malfoys eyes were not quite as friendly.

It was almost ridiculous how after all these years they still didn't get along. Malfoy worked in the ministry as well and Harry saw him once in a while. They hadn't had a decent conversation for years, if ever, and they both usually just avoided each other. Harry didn't even know what he did at the ministry. And to be honest, he didn't really care.

So instead of paying too much attention to him, Harry just groaned and walked past Malfoy. He sat down on a table without caring so much about his surroundings. He didn't really want to go to work today. If he called in and said he didn't want to come it would probably be fine. It wasn't like there had been loads of activity recently. Since the war aurors mostly worked with minor criminals and had heaps of reports to write. And Harry was still the saviour, he go to do whatever he wanted if he felt like it. Not that he really took advantage of it, but the temptation was there.

A chair, scraping against the floor woke Harry from his thoughts and he lifted his head. One smirking Draco Malfoy sat down right in front of him. He had also a paper cup in his hands and he looked like there was nothing weird about sitting in the same table with Harry. Almost as if it was the most normal thing to do.

"Who is being classy now? Maybe I was saving that seat" Harry said and glared at Draco. He was so not on the mood to have any kind of discussion with the former slytherin.

"OH, now you are being just rude" Draco said as he kept smiling without fail. "I thought we could manage some kind of conversation, but apparently I overestimated you" He continued and took a sip from his coffee.

"And I did see Weaslet walking off with your daughter. So I highly doubt that you were saving that seat for anyone else but your huge ego."

They sat in silence for several minutes watching each other and drinking their coffees. The silence wasn't as awkward as it could have been. Actually Harry found it pretty relaxing. He looked at Draco who still, after almost twenty years looked fairly young. Unlike Harry, Draco had no dark circles under his eyes, his hair was still just as perfect as it used to be and there was no sign of grey. He didn't eve had single wrinkle in his face. Maybe he used some spell to hide them, or get rid of them. That would be so typical Malfoy. Always having to be better than everyone else, even when it came to wrinkles.

"Since when do you wear blue?" Harry asked when he noticed to Draco's blue sweater. It felt like an odd colour choice even though it did look good on him. "I thought your favourite colour was green, or silver" he added.

"It is not just blue its cerulean blue. You know that I don't have to wear slytherin colours just because I was in that particular house. Unlike you I know what looks good on me. And I see you are having a bad day so I am just going to leave you alone." After that Draco downed rest of his coffee and got up. He gave Harry a genuine smile. One Harry had never seen before. It was nice.

"I'll see you around" he said before he walked off and disappeared into the crowd.

Harry groaned. He had been rude. He had been incredibly rude. But it wasn't the best of the days for Draco to decide on being friends.

"You and your fancy shmancy cerulean blue sweater" he mumbled as he got up from his seat and left the café. Maybe he would owl Draco later and apologize. Harry knew he wouldn't, but after all, it was a nice idea and it was the thought that counted. Right?