If Draco Malfoy was to be completely honest he was terrified, what would happen if he was sorted into another house? his father had made it very clear to him that he must be sorted into slytherin.

'But surely he would not disown me, without me he would not have a heir?' suddenly draco grimaced remembering his cousin Jaimie who was disowned for being sorted into ravenclaw. What if he was sorted into some poncy house like hufflepuff or gryffindor, after all ravenclaw was understandable isome wit and cleverness might be helpful for his family but not those hufflepuff pansies or those gryffindor brutes.

By the time the train has arrived at the station Draco was a worried mess, he was so close to panicking anything could push him of the edge. Draco could barely pay attention to the great halls strange beauty and that if nothing else was a sign of his fate as a stupid wimpy hufflepuff.

Finally a strict looking teacher called out his name from a surprisingly thick scroll. Draco walked up to a rickety looking stool on which sat a ragged hat that looked more like a burlap sack than anything else .

He put on the hat.

Harry's POV

Harry had alrealdy been sorted and was wondering when they would be able to eat when the mean boy from the robes shop was called up. Suddenly harry realized how small and sickley he looked ' perhaps he was treated badly at home' harry wondered to himself.

A few minuts had passed and the boy looked like he was going to be sick.

Suddenly the hat called out 'Gryfindor'.

Not a single person aplouded, even the strict looking teacher who had brought them into the room looked appaled, aburtly the teacher yanked the hat of his head.

"There must be some mistake draco malfoy cannot be in gryfindor!" the teacher exclaimed loudly, sounds of agreement from the students rang through the hall.

Harry had seen enough kids being tormented by dudley to know that Draco was about to burst onto tears, and he had enough common scence to know that Draco did not wnt to be seem crying in front of the entire school.

Harry tentivly padded his way near Draco and gestured wildly with his hands for him to follow him, thankfully the school was too busy shouting to notice two first years sliping out of the large oak doors of the great hall into the deserted entrance hall.

Draco's POV

Draco was so thankfull for Harry Potter at that that moment, he knew he was on the verge of a panick attack and that his father would punish him relentlessly if he let his weakness be shown in public.

Harry took Dracos hand and lead him out of the commotion of the great hall and into the entrance hall.

Draco was certian that in a moment the would burst into tears, but for now he was free to enjoy the blissfull numbness that came with shock.

He was prtially aware of the painting on the wall gawking and pointing at him. The third time Draco stumbled Harry wrapped one strong arm around his midsection and practicaly carryed Draco up another set of stairs.

FInally Draco realized he was on the top of a tower, sitting leaning aginst a wall with Harry's arm around his waist. He gingerly wiped the wettness from his eyes and snugled into Harry's side not caring that he could run of and tell everyone tomorrow morning.

Draco woke in the middle of the night still leaning on harry. He could see the full moon through the small window facing away from the wall and was surprised to realize that Harry had not, in fact left him alone in the figid tower and had in fact wrapped him up in his cloak and pulled his closer for warmpth. Draco was conflicted he could cuddle closer to Harry and stay with him or leave and act like this whole thing never happened.

In the end Draco decided to stay and pulled harrys cloak closer around himself, finally thankful for his gaunt form and short stanture.

The next morning harrys pov

The next morning Harry woke up to find draco wrapped in his cloak and cuddled into his side. Harry was not certian what he sould do, he had no idea how to get to the graeat hall from here and draco was asleep.

Harry sighed loudley. He squrmied out of dracos secure hold on him and nearly went right back to him when draco curled up around air and whimpered softly as the cool morning air hit his delicate skin and flimsey shirt. Harry looked around, it looked to him as if they where at the top of the astronomy tower that they had priviously been warned to stay out of.

Harry sprinted out to the coridor to see if he could find anything familiar, nothing, harry thought dejectedly. He took his time stomping back to the astronomy tower.

When he walked back through the arched entry way he was greeted with the most heartbreaking sight he had ever seen. Draco was sitting with his back against the wall and his knees drawn up, sobbing.

"Draco!" he rushed to his side, paniced. Suddenly draco lunged at him, encasing him in a breathtaking hug

"Whats wrong?" Harry cooed as he soothingly rubbed Dracos back and stroked the smaller boys hair.

"I-I Ithought that-that you had l-left me here because you dident care anymore!" Draco stuttered out through his sobbing.

"Of course I cared, i just had to see if I knew how to get back, everyone is probabley looking for us." Harry tried to say cheerfully while inside his heart felt like it was about to shatter. Had Draco realy been treated so horibly all of his life that he would cry over a complete stranger leaving him, not even out of the school.

Harry wondered how it could be that all the people he had met on the train couldhave had such horrible things to say about the poor boy, he was so light he was certian that he was nearly starved and so emotional that Harry would not have belived anyone that told him had had had any care shown to him from his parents. In the back of harrys mind he was aware that the great halls reaction must be highly unusual as they claped for all the other students but mostly he was concerned for Draco.

Draco looked much younger than the rest of them while being short may have been a physical thing for him he was nearly a foot shorter than some of the others and his hair was soft and fuzzy and he had retaind had the adorable rosy cheeks of a baby. There was no way he was eleven, harrys guess was that he was nine years old mabey even younger judging from his reaction at the great hall.

Harry supoused it could be that he was emotional but no one his age he had met so far would react that way to being laughed at,even if it was the entire great hall. Something was going on here and Harry would figure it out.

"Come on we have to get to our classes if we dont want to get detention on our first day." Harry ushered softly. Draco nodded solemly an got up with the help of thhe solid stone wall he had earlier been resting on. He reached to take harrys arm but Harry moved his arm up so that draco had no choice but to grab his hand instead. Harry smirked lightly when dracos face turned an even brighter shade of red.

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