Hey everyone! This is my very first slash story, and my first HP story in the first place! I'll try my very best, but some things are unknown to me, so I would appreciate it if you all could call me out on my faults? Haha, I hope you all will enjoy my story none the less!

Just to be clear to anyone reading, this is a boy/boy story, starring Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, both in Slytherin. If you don't like that, then I suggest you leave now.

I do not own any Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form, JK Rowling does. This is purely for my, and others, entertainment.

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Draco Malfoy could not, for the life of him, keep his excitement in check. For only a few seconds ago, Draco was presented a chance, not just any chance, but his very first chance to make friends with this small, intriguing boy standing next to him in Madam Malkin's shop. He had short, disheveled hair, and bright green eyes peering out from round spectacles. The boy had glanced at Draco with his green eyes when he stood next to him, and Draco felt an unexplainable feeling stirring in him.

"Hello," he said, startling the black haired boy from his thoughts. "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes." The boy spoke. Draco nodded, half expecting the answer.

"My father's next door buying my books and my mother's up the street looking at wands," Draco stated. The boy didn't seem interested, so he continued the conversation, hoping to make a turning point. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one, and then I'll smuggle it in somehow." The boy frowned, which made Draco panic. He latched onto the most common topic he could think of.

"Have you got your own broom?" The dark-haired boy shook his head, and said "No."

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No."

Draco wanted to swear loudly (although he didn't- what would Father say if he knew what he said!). The boy wasn't going along with the conversation like Draco had hoped. It actually seemed that he'd rather be anywhere else than with the blonde eleven-year old. Draco resorted to bragging, a specialty of his in situations where he was coming out badly.

"I do – Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" Draco knew he would get into Slytherin- it was crazy to think otherwise. He was born into a family of Slytherins, there was no possible way he would be placed anywhere else. Although, he had heard of a distant cousin of his, who was placed in Gryffindor. His family had disowned him, he recalled. Draco couldn't think of a worse punishment than getting into Gryffindor. Well, maybe Hufflepuff…

"No."

Draco was starting to worry- this friendship thing didn't seem to work out well for him. He had to hurry and fix the problem before the boy left; otherwise he would have to wait until they boarded the Hogwarts Express before he could salvage the relationship.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they? But I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

The boy didn't look very impressed, and Draco realized that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be able to make friends with him. He felt his insides go cold, and he wondered if this was that dreadful feeling of rejection he often heard about. He didn't like it, not at all.

A shadow crossed the window behind the boy, and Draco started when he saw that it was in fact a man! The scruff-looking giant was peering into the window, searching for something.

"I say, look at that man!" Draco nearly shouted, pointing to the gargantuan beast.

Looking in Draco's pointed direction, the boy finally spoke more than one syllable. "That's Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts." Draco wanted to sneer, and talk about all the horrid things he heard about this Hagrid, but he figured that some connection must be between them, if the boy knew who he was. If he wanted to go about this correctly, he had to act pleasant for the time being.

"Oh, I've heard of him. He's a sort of se- teacher, isn't he?" the word "servant" almost slipped past his lips, but Draco caught it just in time. It wouldn't do to insult him. The boy gave Draco a small smile, happy with his reply, and Draco's heart skipped a beat in excitement.

"Somewhat. He brought me here to get my supplies."

Before Draco could ask why the boy's parents hadn't joined him, he realized that he didn't know the boy's name. Idiot! That's the first thing you ask someone! He mentally chided himself.

"Oh, I see. What's your surname, anyway?"

But luck, not being on Draco's side that day, decided that he had gotten his fill of talking to the boy, for the elderly old woman that owned the shop bustled over, robes in hand, and handed them to the smaller male. "There you go, dear, all finished." Draco suddenly wished he had finished long ago, so that he and the mysterious boy could spend more time together and get to know each other. Hopping off the platform he was standing on, the boy made to leave the shop, when Draco called after him.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose." His heart fluttered when the boy looked back and, nodding slightly, smiled once again in his direction, finally leaving through the door.

Draco kept watching, long after the boy and Hagrid were out of sight, and (after making sure no one could see him) grinned widely. He did it! He had a normal conversation with someone, and that person actually seemed interested in him!

Draco was so happy with his success that he didn't even complain when the witch poked him with a needle.

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Next chapter:

Draco meets Harry once again on the train, and asks for his hand in friendship. Will Harry take it? What does Ron Weasley have to do with anything?

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