A/N: There will hopefully be many many chapters to this story due to the very short chapters. I hope you like it. It was very difficult to get the characters IN character and realistic. Please review! (:

Chapter One:

"You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."

"What does that Weasley git have that I don't! The ginger isn't even fit to have friends!" Draco Malfoy, who

was in the Slytherin Common Room, was pacing in front of his two best friends, who sat silent, staring at the blond. "He's so poor that he can't even afford new robes! He's got to wear his brother's hand-me-downs! Potter should have a better friend. A real friend. Like me!"

Again, Crabbe and Goyle sat silent. They had Malfoy's ran memorized to the breath. All day, everyday this went on for. The boys had usually tuned him out by this point in the rant, when he began yelling. However, Crabbe had finally had enough of the complaining and seemingly scripted rants.

"Then get off your arse and do something about it for once in your bloody life!" The words rang coldly through the room as Draco's nostrils flared at his friend.

"Fine," he simply stated, then walked out of the room and onto the castle corridors toward the library. The most likely place he'd be. Probably with Granger.

When he pushed open the doors to the library, he immediately saw the raven colored hair that he's been practically obsessing over throughout the last few months.

"Potter."

"Bugger off, Malfoy." Harry had naturally responded this way, almost by habit.

"I want to talk to you."

"I said bugger off! Leave me alone!" Harry was suddenly facing Draco, annoyance in his eyes. "You're not worth my time."

"Please?" This would have been the first time the Slytherin had pleaded or begged anyone for anything. Harry apparently saw this and followed Draco after hesitations (and a "Harry, let's just leave, he's not worth your time, like you said," from Hermione).

"We got off on the wrong foot," Malfoy started after they had reached a very secluded and private section of the library.

"Obviously. And we still are starting on the same foot because you keep stalking me down to give me this same speech over and over again. Every bloody day." That last words hissed out of the boys mouth, true anger spreading within his body. The annoyed fire was still burning in the boys emerald green eyes.

Now Draco was panicking. He hadn't noticed the consistency of Draco's approaches of friendship, but he certainly noticed them now that they were pointed out.

"Now," Harry continued, "if you'll excuse me, I have Potions to study for." And as Harry turned on his heel, the blond spoke, reaching out for Harry but not touching him.

"Wait. Stop." He took a large, deep breath. "I love you."

What!

No! That's not what I-

"Wait, no. I didn't—" the boy barely had time to react before Harry's balled fist met his thin jaw. Who knew the Chosen One could throw a punch? Draco Malfoy stood there. Keeled over with blood spewing out of one side of his mouth. He felt one of his teeth very loose in the back, hanging by a single thread. Once he had gained enough sense, he ran out of the library and headed to the Hospital Wing, not looking back.