overwritten | ? drarry ?

Most people thought they had gone crazy, as they saw two nineteen year old men running through the wall between platform nine and ten, with old-fashioned drunks and owls. After they hugged a blue haired child and his grandmother, the blonde and brunette just disappeared- and so did the boy and the elder woman. One would shake his head thinking about it, but only few knew it wasn't just imagination. Because on the other side of the wall, on platform nine three quarters, both of the men ran towards a train called 'Hogwarts Express', ready to start their final educational year. They were beaming at the other, smiling like idiots and running so they wouldn't miss the train.

"Come on, Potty! You're such a lame-ass", Draco Malfoy said. He was only slightly in front, but it was enough to look back at Harry.
Harry lifted his eyebrow, laughing at the older blonde, "It wasn't me who took so long in the stupid bathroom, Malfoy!"

Many people at the platform where confused as they saw the ex-enemies laughing- just as confused as the Muggles at King Cross Station were three minutes earlier.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had never considered themselves friends, but the last month had changed them. After they got their tattoos, they decided to finally leave the past behind- Draco had shown himself from his best side when Harry was around, and vice versa. They helped each other to forget.

Both of the boys had been through some shit, definitely. Harry grew up in an abusive household, with his fat uncle Vernon, his pony-faced aunt Petunia and his spoiled cousin Dudley. He faced Voldemort year after year, considering himself lucky he hadn't died already. Draco could say the same- though he had loving parents, his father was strict and ambitious, serving the Dark Lord. He had pushed Draco into getting the Dark Mark with only sixteen, he had lived under the same roof as the noseless psychopath, but thanks to him he found himself where he was today:
Next to Harry Potter, the boy who slowly started to play a trick on his mind. So, even though the boys had terrific pasts, they laughed and ran, trying to catch the train. Draco found himself smiling at the younger man next to him. Harry's green eyes reminded him of Hogwarts, or better, Slytherin, and he grew more and more excited. Soon he would be back where everything had started, where he met his friends, where he learned to properly fly, and where he met Harry. It might sound cheesy, but Draco was head over heels with the Boy-Who-Lived.

It all started a few days ago, after Harry and Draco lay on their couch, listening to weird muggle music. Of course Harry knew all the lyrics ("Damn, Malfoy? Everybody heard of Prince?" and "C'mon! 'I Was Made For Loving You Baby' is probably still famous in 2017!"). Draco could only laugh, because of how stupid he was. While Harry was singing from his lungs, pulling Draco with him to dance, he realised he was really made for loving Harry Potter.