First attempt at a Harry Draco story that I've actually posted, at least in a long time. First new story I've actually written in over a year ^_^ I plan to actually get it all finished too, so that's a plus! Well, read, review, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not that rich to be their owners. Drat

The food on Harry's plate was growing cold as he twirled his fork through the mush that his breakfast had become. Hermonie poked his arm, bringing him out of his thoughts with a start. "What's the matter?"

"Don't you think Malfoy's acting weird?" he asked, still staring in the direction of the blond Slytherin so he missed both of his friends rolling their eyes.

"Harry-" Ron tried but was cut off.

"This is the first time he's been at a meal in a week," the raven haired Gryffindor said, finally turning his emerald eyes to his two best friends. Ron's look was bordering on impatience and Hermonie was just annoyed. "And he keeps…watching me," Harry complained.

The bushy haired girl sighed, patty his arm gently. "Harry, we've been over this-"

"he's probably just planning some way to try and get you back for outing his dad as a Death Eater," Ron chimed in.

Harry sighed, looking down at his plate for a second before pushing it away. He could feel eyes on him and looked up, but Malfoy was too fast for him, quickly turning his attention to Zabini and Parkinson.

If Harry were closer he knew he would be able to see what he believed were the signs of Draco Malfoy thoroughly falling apart. Bags under his eyes, clothes looking positively rumpled, hair not in its usually perfect array. Little things, things you wouldn't notice if you weren't paying attention. And Harry was paying attention. He never knew when Malfoy would try something so he had vowed this year to always be on the lookout.

That's how he had first started noticing the changes. How the blond would watch him in Potions, or how he was often barely on time for class anymore. How once he had fallen asleep during Care of Magical Creatures. How he was skipping meals all year, and in this past week, Harry hadn't seen him come to a single one. Hermonie was of the opinion that Malfoy was just suffering from the pressure that the added schoolwork was putting on all of them.

But that didn't explain the time a few days ago when Harry had forgotten his book outside. He told Ron and Hermonie he would meet them at lunch and on his way back he found himself approached by the blond Slytherin.

"Can I talk to you?" he had asked, sounding completely done in.

Harry had been about to agree before his boisterous friend ruined the perfect moment to get to the bottom of the mystery. "What do you want ferret? Thought you could get to Harry when we weren't around?" Ron sneered.

Malfoy's shoulders slumped and without another word he turned and walked away from the Great Hall, towards the dungeons.

Ron had chalked this up to a job well done, and even Hermonie wouldn't listen to Harry as he tried to convince them that Malfoy had seemed desperate.

The topping on the cake was when he had gone to tell Professor Dumbledore about another vision and had seen the teen lurking outside, trying to get into his office. As soon as he had seen Harry he spun on his heel and disappeared into the castle.

Harry let out a suffering sigh and picked up his goblet, draining the last of the pumpkin juice in two pulls. He felt gray eyes watching him intently before the blond stood with his Slytherin cronies Crabbe and Goyle and made their way out of the Hall.

Seized by a sudden burst of energy Harry grabbed his bag, struck with what he felt was a quite brilliant idea. If he couldn't get Malfoy to come to him, he'd go to Malfoy.

He hurriedly made excuses, telling his friends that he had to talk to McGonagal about the house tryouts before class and that he'd meet them there. Neither were fooled but he was so caught up in the moment that he barely noticed.

The three heirs were turning out of site, towards where Harry knew their common room to be when he heard a loud crack, almost like someone aparating, and a violently green cloud of smoke.

Harry hurried over to where Crabbe and Goyle were standing when the smoke started to dissipate, staring down at what appeared to be a squirming pile of Slytherin robes.

Before either of them could say a word a small blond head poked out of the neck hole and panicked gray eyes bore into Harry's emerald ones and the, what appeared to be, four year old Malfoy heir burst into tears.