Dear Harry,

I can no longer be your friend concidering the circumstances that we have almost died each year. I cant go through with it anymore Harry. I just cant. I hope you understand and have a good life.

Hermione Granger.

Dear Harry,

You were my mate but the DOM was the last straw. You could have told us not to come. We risk everything for you and we cant do it anymore. We aren't friends anymore.

Ron

Harry frowned at the letters and looked at the compartment. There was no one. For five years he had been friends with them and they just leave him. He had told them to stay. He had never wanted friends. He had never wanted them to come along on his trips of danger. He told them each and every time to stay behind, but they wanted glory. They wanted to be famous for helping the boy who lived in his quests.

"Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie
It can't be true
That I'm losing you
The sun cannot fall from the sky

Can you hear heaven cry
Tears of an angel
Tears of aaaaaaaa...
Tears of an angel
Tears of an angel.

Stop every clock
Stars are in shock
The river will flow to the sea
I wont let you fly
I wont say goodbye
I wont let you slip away from me

Can you hear heaven cry
Tears of an angel
Tears of aaaaaaaa...
Tears of an angel
Tears of an angel.

So hold on
Be strong
Everyday on we'll go
I'm here, don't you fear

Little one don't let go
Don't let go
(ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh)
Don't let go
(ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh)
Don't let go
(ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh)

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie"

I sang softly, my eyes closed and nothing else mattered. Nothing hurt, nothing happened, nothing was around me when I was singing.

"Potter?" a disbelieving voice said softly. I frowned and opened my eyes. Draco Malfoy stood in front of me, wonder in his eyes. The only emotion I have ever seen in his eyes beside anger when he looks at me.

"Its rude to listen in on people." I said and continued to stare at him, wondering why he was still here. I didn't like people listening to me sing. Not even Granger and the Weasel knew that I could sing.

"Its only called listening in if you are hidden. I was not as you can clearly see. You didn't hear me?" There was something about his voice that was different. I frowned even more at that. We have never had a normal conversation before. It was nice.

"No." I answered truthfully.

"I see. Do you mind if I sit here for a while?" he asked and to my surprise. I nodded. He smiled and sat down in the compartment after shutting the door. "That song was brilliant. Did you compose it?" he asked and I again nodded.

"It was just something I thought of on the spot. Granger and Weasel sent me letters that they are not going to be my friends anymore because they are in danger each year. I didn't want them as friends in the first place, they just couldn't take a hint. I told them every time that things got tough that I wanted to do things by myself but they wanted the fame and glory that came with it, that they never got... why am I telling you this?" I asked frowning in concentration. Why was I? He hated me and would use this against me somehow.

"Harry, I have wanted to be your friend that day in the wizard shop and the offer still stands. I never stopped wanting to be your friend. I see how Granger and Weasel treat and behave around you. You should have just hexed them in the beginning. Then I could have had you all to myself." he said seriously. I looked at his blank expression and his stiff sitting position and burst out laughing. "What is so funny?" he asked confused as to why I was laughing. A light tinge of red formed over his cheeks as he realized at how possessive that sounded, but that wasn't why I was laughing.

"I have thought about hexing them more then you can imagine and I would very much like to be your friend Draco." His name rolled off my tongue like it was meant to be said this whole time that I had known him. Calling him Malfoy had always made him sound wrong. He wasn't his father and shouldn't be addressed as such. He smiled.

"You don't know how long I have been waiting to hear that." He said softly and looked out the window. It was raining heavily.

I was confused. He had waited all this time for me to be his friend but he usually said the snide comments first. I had always wanted to be his friend, but I had to refuse. I had the boy who lived image to keep and befriending Draco Malfoy wasn't a good idea, but after this year, when his death could have been prevented, all of the reckless things that I have done because I had thought it was the only way to save people, when really it was killing more and more people, could have been prevented if I had been told the reason why Voldemort had been after me. Albus Dumbledore was a fool and played people like he was playing a chess game.

I had been sorted into the Gryffindor House because I thought being put into Slytherin would have made me evil, when really, it was like the house was made for me. I acted like a Gryffindor Golden Boy, being reckless and stupid in my planning, but in reality I planned everything through before I acted, making sure nothing went wrong. One of the best qualities of a Slytherin are their acting skills.

"What are you thinking?" Draco asked me suddenly. I frowned and looked up at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I asked. No one had asked what I was thinking before, unless it was to insult my intelligence. Draco had a look of concern on his face like he was worried about me.

"Just what I said." He asked slightly confused that I would ask him that.

"I was thinking about things that I shall not disclose to you at this time." I said and looked away, closing my eyes and folded my legs under me, leaning my head against the window. I didn't know him well enough to tell him things that were in my head. I never trusted Granger or Weasel, but told them half truths so I wouldn't get in trouble, and have my mind penetrated by the old goat who had no right to be there.

"I see, its alright. You need to know me better, I get it." He said softly and I felt him move. He was sitting with his legs facing me, his hand held out in the air. I looked at it for a moment and reached out to shake it, but instead of taking my hand, he took my wrist. I grabbed his firmly and smiled slightly. A Wizard Handshake. I knew what they were. It was to show the respect of the person they were offering their hand to.

The train jerked and I fell on my knees in front of him, still grasping his wrist. I looked up at him and he was frowning.

"Are you alright?" He asked. So it was concern he was feeling. I nodded and he helped me up. I sat down on the seat again and he let me go. I closed my eyes once again and fell asleep soon after.