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Chapter 1

He remembered. He remembered that day five years ago. He remembered that day all too well.

Harry Potter remembered the day he was sorted. He remembered the fear that all his year had had as they awaited the moment they would be taken into the Great Hall. Most of all he remembered refusing Draco Malfoy's hand.

Harry now sat in the Great Hall in his sixth year at Hogwarts awaiting the new students' sorting. While Hermione and Ron were chatting with Seamus and Dean, Harry sat lost in thought wondering why that one moment was the only thing he could think of right now.

He looked across the room at the Slytherin table and located the head of blonde hair with ease. Suddenly grey eyes met his own green and Harry quickly looked away feeling his heart quicken and a blush creeping onto his face and the back of his neck.

Harry was confused. Why had he acted in such a manner? Draco was his rival. They had always hated each other. Hadn't he, Harry, refused Draco's hand that day out of hate? For some reason Harry wasn't so sure anymore.

He looked up to find his friends staring at him.

"Harry, I asked you a question and you completely blew me off," Hermione said with a voice that clearly showed that she was disappointed with his manners.

"Sorry Mione. My mind was elsewhere," he said shaking his head to clear the last of his daze, "What were you asking?"

"I was asking you what do you know about the new Potions Master, Professor Slughorn?" Hermione asked clearly still slightly upset.

Then Harry humored her and went into the tale of how he had gone with Dumbledore and met the new professor.

Draco felt as if he couldn't breathe. Those piercing green eyes had met his with a look other than hatred. They had looked as if they were asking a question before they had quickly darted away.

Those eyes brought questions into his mind. They also brought back memories. In particular he remembered the night five years ago when Harry Potter had refused his hand.

Didn't he hate Potter for refusing him?

Now their eyes kept meeting every few minutes before just as quickly darting away. They met without hatred but instead full of questions that neither could seem to answer.

Draco began to wonder if maybe they were meant to be friends instead of enemies.

Then he remembered the mark on his arm that said otherwise.

Draco sat the rest of the night is sullen silence regretting the mark on his arm that wasn't the mark of a full Death Eater but rather the mark of a Death Eater in training no matter how reluctant that person may be.

After Harry finished his tale, he went back to sneaking glances at Malfoy and wondering about whether or not he and the blonde should be friends rather than enemies.

Several times their eyes met and just as many times they quickly looked away. Suddenly Malfoy's mood seemed to change and Harry wondered what had happened to make the other boy suddenly stop the strange game they had started up.

But Harry didn't stop. He still looked over at Malfoy trying to sort out confusing thoughts that crossed his mind. He looked at the way the light glistened on the blonde's hair brighter even then the sun on the lake. He felt strangely mesmerized by those full slightly pouty lips and those swirling grey pools that were his eyes.

Harry was confused as to why he had begun to notice these things. When finally they went to the dorms, he lay awake for a little while before falling asleep and dreaming of pale smooth skin and the touch of those full pouty lips meeting his lips and saying kind words in a voice that had all too often been used with hatred.

Draco trudged down to the dungeons with all the others as his recent ex-girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, hung all over his best friend, Blaise Zambini. He had known that Pansy and Blaise had been seeing each other behind his back for a couple months so breaking up with Pansy was all too easy. Sure she had acted like a bitter bitch for a couple days but she had quickly dropped that act.

Everyone had noticed. It was the freshest bit of Slytherin gossip and like all Slytherin gossip it always had areas of untruth.

"I heard Pansy caught Draco cheating."

"I heard he broke up with her for a guy."

"Someone told me that it was because of a Hufflepuff."

"I heard it was because of a Griffindor."

Draco just shook his head as he heard the murmurs. He was above stooping down to such a level of gossip. Such things weren't suiting for a member of the Malfoy family.

As he and his roommates went to bed for the night, Draco lay with his curtain closed and eyes open trying to think of fall asleep but visions of a laughing boy with bright green eyes burnt into his mind. Visions of the sun tanned skin and black hair sent strange shivers up his spine and Draco felt himself finally fall asleep imagining that tanned skin pressed up against his own.