absdax

Title: Magic of Torchwood Part 3
Author: Absdax
Characters: Ianto, Draco, (Jack)
Rating: PG-13 (for a little bit of language)
Summary – Ianto has a secret, Jack is reading a book and wants answers.

Spoilers – Minor spoilers -Torchwood series 1, and the Harry Potter Books 1to7

Disclaimer: Characters not mine, never will be, I’m not RTD or JK Rowling

Author's Notes: Ianto at Hogworts...
CRACK, crack, CRACK!!!!!!!!!! and crack!!!! Tis very silly, ye have been warned! Still reading on… oh well!!! I did warn you!

Part 1
Part 2

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“How we ever become friends in the first place Yan is beyond my comprehension!”

“Magic!” Ianto grinned

“Huh!” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, it all started when you, Harry, Ron and Hermione were told you had to go back and complete your seventh year and get your NEWTs.”

“Oh, don’t remind me!”

Ianto grinned. “Why? That was my most favourite year at Hogwarts!”

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Ianto sat on the Hogwarts express, he had managed to find a carriage all to himself, and had his head buried in a rather large textbook.

Quietly the door pulled open, and someone quietly sat down,

Ianto glanced up and smiled at the newcomer.

Draco smiled tentatively back at him. “You don’t mind if I sit here do you?”

Ianto shook his head and went back to his book.

“You don’t say much do you?” Draco asked.

Ianto shrugged.

Most of the journey to Scotland went by in silence.

Draco was fidgeting, Ianto was trying to ignore it, but it was quite distracting.

He looked up at Draco, “Don’t want to go back huh?”

Draco looked at Ianto startled out of his fidgeting. “What?”

“You look a bit nervous!”

Draco snorted in a half laugh, “Wouldn’t you be if you were me?”

Ianto shrugged again, “Probably, why are you coming back anyway?”

“Stupid bloody parents, want me to complete my newts as last year was a little disrupted, quite why I have to do the whole year again, is quite beyond me!”

“So you’re going to be in some of my classes that should be fun!” Ianto smiled.

Draco sulked, and turned back to the window, trying not to glance back at the boy opposite him.

Ianto raised his eyebrows. And tried to hide a smirk.

“What?” Draco was a little confused why Ianto was smirking. “Why are you smirking?”

“Just cos you don’t want to come back, doesn’t mean you have to be rude to everyone! Oh, I’m Ianto by the way, Ianto Jones,” He held out his hand for Draco to shake.

Draco ignored the hand and folded his arms across his chest. “Draco Malfoy, I would say it was a pleasure to meet you, but Father says not to lie.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“The next year isn’t going to be that bad you know!”

Draco glared at him. “Yeah, I suppose you know what its like to have the whole school hate you?”

“No, most of the school don’t know I exist, I try to keep out of trouble,”

“So do I, but Potter always spoils everything! Bloody chosen prat!”

Ianto laughed, Draco glared again, “That wasn’t a joke,”

Ianto smirked, “I don’t see why you hate each other so much?”

“He’s Potter, that’s a good enough reason! Stupid Git.”

Ianto raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

The compartment door opened but Draco, unaware continued rambling, “Ooh Potter, you’re the only one to save the world, We love you Potter, You’re the Boy who Lived Potter, Potter, Potter, bloody tosser always around to save the day,”

Ianto coughed… Draco now in full swing of his rant continued on…

“Potter is the saviour, oooh look isn’t he growing into a handsome lad, who fucking cares, the Daily prophet should know better by now, but no, every single bloody day, Potter, Potter, Potter, he’s a stupid scar faced green eyed, git, bloody prat who lived. And, and, and… he has stupid hair…” he trailed off and looked at Ianto, who looked to the compartment door,

“You finished insulting me?”

“Potter!” Draco looked into those green eyes, he stuttered for once lost for words as Harry Bloody Potter was actually smiling at him. “Um yes.”

“I, er, brought your wand back,” Harry handed over his black wand and Draco just stared at him mouth hanging open in shock.

“I didn’t get a chance to give it back at the end of the battle, sorry about that. Anyway, see you around Draco!”

Draco recovered just enough from the shock to grab his wand, “What are you doing here Potter?”

“Going to do my newts, be seeing ya. Bye” He winked and with that Harry turned and walked off down the corridor.

Draco stared after him, his mouth opening and closing but no words came. “What just happened then?”

Ianto smirked, “Harry ‘bloody’ Potter gave you your wand back. Quite why he had it I don’t know, but he seams like a nice enough guy, matured over the summer, got quite pretty too!”

“Yeah….” Draco was lost in thought, still staring at where Harry used to be standing. “Wha…. Pretty?”

“Yeah, and the way he was looking at you suggested...” Ianto wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Huh, whatever. I knew it. Bloody poofter!”

Ianto grinned and went back to his book.

For the rest of the journey Draco was torn between staring out of the train window and glancing at his wand.

TBC