I hope you like this story, and will review it.. I like writing, but I'm not sure how fast I can post more chapters, especially without reviews. Hint, hint.

Oh, and the starting quote is from 'Gallows Pole' by 'Demons and Wizards' Ironic name don't you think…

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FACING THE STORM

Chapter 1; BACK TO SCHOOL

"Soon Icy shades will cover all"

Harry laid on his bed, his arm was casually thrown to cover his face. His messy black hair was even messier this cold and cloudy September morning. He was going back to school this very day, to his 6'ST year. He had just become 17. And he was looking forward to it. Really! He was!

But he just had too much to think about to really be happy now. 'Why him' he thought. 'Why did I have to fall for him?' He remembered his eyes, ah, those stormy- gray eyes. He could stare at into them forever. He really could get lost in those eyes sometimes. And that pale blond hair. He wanted so much to run his fingers trough those pale locks. He sighted. How he wanted to run his fingers all over that delicious body, and ravages him in every way.

How could he not love him? He wanted him so badly that it hurt.

Harry knew that he could never have him. And he knew that he himself was not worthy of him. It was his fault that so many people had to die. He had never really gotten over the death of Cedric. It was all his fault. If he hadn't been so 'noble' and offered him to take the price together, Cedric would still have been alive. And not to mention his own parents. And he let Wormtail get away, so many people died because he had let him. Harry couldn't even bare to think about Sirius. He had killed his own godfather. At least, that's what it seemed like to Harry.

He hated himself so much. All those people who had died because of him. What was his pity excuse to live?

Ron and Hermione had been together since last year. Well, good for them.
And he wanted them to be happy, he really did. But where did that leave him? He always felt like a fifth wheel when he was with them, no matter how much they reassured him that nothing was differed, and they would always be friends.

His life was a living hell, not only to him. The world would've been better of without him. He sighted.

He slowly arose from the bed. Only half an hour till he had to go to the train. 'Well, better get packing then' He thought.

Not that he had much to pack. Some underwear, a couple of sweaters, two jeans, his school-robe, some socks, and a couple of T-shirts that had once been too large, but witch now barley fit. He had grown quite a bit over the summer. But he was still as skinny as ever, thou he had some muscles from all that quidditch he played.

He cast a glance around in Dudley's old bedroom, witch he only got too keep, because he wouldn't fit in the cupboard. (Oh yes, they had tried.) His eyes landed on a dagger that Dudley had gotten to one of his birthdays. Harry picked it up and felt the edge. It was sharp still, very sharp. A small drop of blood glittered like a lonely ruby on his thumb. He put the dagger in the trunk. It wasn't like Dudley would even know it was missing.

"Harry! Get down her! We're leaving! And if I have to come and get you I will beat you so badly, you won't be able to stand for a week!"

"Yes uncle Vernon." Harry answered. His voice sounded rusty.

Just a quarter of an hour later he stood at platform 9 ¾. He could still hear his uncle's last words, ringing in his ears;

"And don't you even think about coming back! You said you would stay with this Wesley next summer, and there is no way we're having a fully trained wizard in our home! Is that clear!"

"Yes uncle Vernon." It seemed like the only words he had spoken in forever.

Harry had seen the care drift away in the early morning rush. What was he to do when he graduated? He did not have enough money to bye a house, or even rent one. He had used almost all of his money to bye school equipment. He sighted, again. It seemed to be a habit he had gotten lately. He knew that Ron and 'Mione was planning to move together after graduation, but he could not intrude in their lives.

And he just could not go live with the Wesley's, they had too many living there already.

Great, just by his pure continuing existents he made everyone's life a misery, including his own.

"Harry!" Ron and Hermione were moving fast toward him, hand in hand. They hugged him like always.

"We missed you. Didn't we 'Mione?" Said Ron.

"Yes of course." She smiled at him, yet she seemed to talk to Ron.

"So, how was your summer?" He tried to sound casual, the standard question he had been practicing. They where after all, his friends.

"It was great. We had lots of picnics and stuff. You wouldn't believe how romantic 'Mione can be." Ron looked at Hermione lovingly.

"Oh, shush." She started to blush.

They went to find a free space in the train, and then they went on talking about their summer. They didn't notice that Harry was hardly paying attention. He just nodded the right place and said "mmh" and "oh" and Ron was too lost to notice, but Hermione wondered a little. "Oh well, I'm sure it's noting. He's probably just tired or something. First day back at school and everything."

"…and then we found a kitten, can you believe it? It was just sitting there and…"

"Ron." Hermione smiled at him.

"Yes 'Mione?" Ron said, looking at her adoringly.

"Want to go see if they still have some candy left?" She asked, even though she almost never ate any candy.

"Sure! Well be right back Harry." Ron said, and rushed off with her.

"Okay. Just go on, I'll be fine." He managed a fake smile. And then they left.

He was staring out of the window when HE came in. First Harry thought it must be an angel, cause the sun was shining right at him, making his hair glow.

"Potter."

"Malfoy." Harry felt his mouth going dry, but tried to say his name with the usual loath, didn't work all that well though.

Ron and Hermione were somewhere else, probably making out at the toilet or something.

But here he was with Malfoy, and the strangest ting happened; there was no sight of Crabbe and Goyle, and then Draco asked him;

"Mind if I sit here? I just had to get away from Pansy. She's driving me crazy, in a bad way that is." It didn't seem like he cared about the answer, but it was strange that he even bothered to ask, not to say explained.

"Would my answer really matter?" Harry was quite frankly, shocked. Malfoy was almost being nice. Almost.

"Nope. Not at all." Draco said smug. And then he smirked. Harry's heart skipped a beat. He looked so sexy when he smirked like that he thought.

So Malfoy started to stare out of the window, and Harry was pretending to read a book that he had gotten from Hermione.

I say pretending because all he really could think about was the beautiful boy in front of him.

Harry lifted his eyes ever so often to look at Malfoy. He couldn't help casting glances at him. He wanted so much to stroke his hair, to fell those soft pink lips against his own. He wanted to drag him of to his bed and tie him down and. "Oh no" Harry was getting hard just thinking about it. "Oh shit" He crossed his legged and thanked Merlin that he had put his robe on. He blushed slightly.

"You know Potter. If you read any slower now you'll be reading backwards. If you usually use half an hour to read one page, then there's no wonder you're so lousy in potions." Draco remarked. Harry could feel his cheeks flush crimson,

"I was thinking Malfoy. You should try it sometime." Harry tried to save his crumbling dignity.

Harry wished so badly that the earth would just open up and swallow him right here and now. Unfortunately, that did not happen. What DID happen was that the speaker announced that they would arrive at Hogwarts in a few minutes.

Malfoy got up and walked to the door.

"Well, this is goodbye then I reckon." Draco said with a half smirk, half smile at Harry.

"Yeah, I guess it is." Harry said, both surprised and sad he was going.

"Bye." Draco lingered for a second.

"Bye." Harry said, he almost lost his hearing as his heart was drumming in his ears. Then Draco left, not looking back.

Just a minute later Ron and Hermione came rushing back.

"Oh we're so sorry. We just lost track of time and…" Hermione started.

"It's okay. I just had more time to read my book, you know." Harry interrupted.

For some reason he did not want to tell about Malfoy's visit. He just smiled at them as if there was nothing wrong. But there was. And then the train pulled in at Hogwarts.