DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to JKR!

This story with contain slash. I have officially warned you!

Now…on with the story.

Draco

Draco let his eyes sweep the Great Hall, tuning out the usual welcome back speech Dumbledore was making and thinking about his summer. He shook his head, not wanting to think about it. I'm at Hogwarts now he thought to himself, I don't have to do anything...yet. His eyes rested on the Gryffindor table where the 'Golden Trio' was seated. He glared at the three of them. Always smiling and laughing, as if nothing ever bothered them. He looked at Harry and realised his smiles and laughter weren't real, yet forced. When the hell did I start realising things like that?! He thought to himself and continued glaring at them until a head snapped up and looked straight at him. All he could see in those eyes were pain and suffering. His eyes widened in shock but quickly put his mask back on glaring at that boy that was staring at him as if he was the only one in the room. He felt someone poking his arm and calling his name and teared his eyes away from him and looked at Pansy.

"Draco darling, listen. This is important!" Pansy said, smiling sweetly at him.

He laughed. "Of course it is Pansy."

She punched him softly. "Well, maybe not that important. But will you stop glaring at Potter and his cronies and eat some food."

He nodded, picking up his fork and pushing the thoughts of Potter and his eyes to the back of his mind.

Harry


Harry listened to Dumbledore talking about House Unity, and how important it was in times like these. He shook his head "You need more than that" he muttered.

"What did you say mate?" Ron asked, his eyes widening in hunger when the plates were filled with his favourite foods.

"O nothing" He said, looking at the way his two best friends reacted with each other. He couldn't believe they still hadn't got their act together and asked each other out yet. He looked around at the people who had been with him at the ministry. NO he said to himself. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. He closed his eyes and looked up, right into the path of a death glare from Draco Malfoy. He looked at Malfoy and wondered

why instead of feeling hate towards the boy, all he wanted to do is go up to him and tell him his problems. He saw a look of surprise flitter across the boys face before it was gone again with his mask up again. He watched as Pansy got Malfoys attention and got him to laugh. I want him to do that. I want him to be happy and relaxed around me. Harry quickly looked down at his plate. WHAT! He screamed at himself. Where the hell did that come from?! He looked up again and saw that Malfoy was eating, looking every bit like the Slytherin Prince. He turned his gaze away and looked at Hermoine who was talking about her summer.

"Harry, how, how was yours? Was everything ok? I mean..."

He looked at hers, forcing a smile onto his face. "It was fine thanks."

"Are you sure? I'm here, if you want to talk." She said, smiling at him.

"Yeah, me two mate" Ron said, spraying food everywhere.

"Ronald, that is disgusting! For goodness sake, how many times have I told you not to talk with your mouthful?"

Ron rolled his eyes at Harry. Shaking his head. "Sound like my mother 'mione."

This time it was Hermione's time to roll her eyes. "And i'm sure, infact I know your mother doesn't tolerate you speaking with your mouthful. We are after all in our sixth year now. You really should learn some manners."

Ron laughed and shook his head. "O look, Mcgonagall is passing out this year's timetable."

Hermoine looked excited. "Isn't this so exciting? Especially after we did so well in our OWLs. Just imagine, NEWTs next year!"

Ron and Harry stared at her. "Are you kidding?! Let's get this year finished before we start thinking about NEXT year..." Ron said, staring at Harry in amazement.

Harry smiled and looked at the timetable he had just been given. "Got Care of Magical Creatures first"

"With the slytherins" Ron muttered darkly.

"O, i'm sure it won't be that bad." Hermoine said smiling. "Straight after that, i've got ancient runes!"

"I've got a free period. Do you mate?"

Harry nodded. His eyes looked over at the slytherin table and noticed that Malfoy had gotten up and was heading towards the doors. "I think i'm going to go to bed. I'm really tired. I'll see you two tomorrow."

"Ok Harry. Night."

"Night" Ron said smiling at him.

Harry got up and walked out of the Great Hall, just in time to see Malfoy disappearing around a corner. "Malfoy" He yelled. Walking towards him as he saw that he had stopped. Why am I doing this? What am I going to say him? What am I DOING?! He thought to himself.

"What do you want Potter?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I just erm..." Harry stammered

"Can't talk Potter? What a shame" He turned to go.

"Wait!"

Draco turned around and glared at Potter. "I, unlike you Potter actually have something to do. So, what do you want?" He asked, sneering at the boy.

"I...I..." Harry stammered again, feeling himself go red.

"Right..." Malfoy said and turned, walking down the corridor.

"I don't know." Harry whispered to himself. Turning around and heading in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, cursing himself for making such an idiot out of himself.


Draco

Draco walked through the Slytherin common room, nodding at people that smiled at him. He finally reached his dormitory and walked to his bed and sat down. He looked round. He had been safe here for the past 5 years. This was where he knew his father couldn't get to him. But things were different now, they were changing and Draco was finally beginning to see that no place was safe for him. He shook his head, not wanting to think about what was going to happen to him. He sat on his bed, looking straight ahead and an image of Harry Potter came into his head. He's been acting weird recently. He doesn't look at me with hate, it's almost like he wants to actually talk to me…and if he wants to talk to me, then maybe I can talk to him? No. No, this is bloody perfect Potter. I wouldn't talk to him if he was the last person on earth. But…he's gotten away from HIM before, maybe he can help me? No, no-one can help me. There's nothing I can do. He heard a knock on the door and shook is head, not wanting to think about becoming friends with Potter. "Not like it's ever gonna happen." He muttered to himself.

"Draco, it's me." Draco looked at the door, sighing. He walked over and opened it, plastering a small smile on his face.

"Hey Panse."

"Why'd you just go off? First day back! I would have thought you would have wanted to talk to everyone. See what happened to everyone over the summer… You know, if they heard anything."

Draco looked at her. "Panse, come on. I couldn't care less about that."

She sighed. "Fine." She walked towards his bed and sat down. "I missed you this summer. You didn't come round once." She looked at him, waiting to hear his excuse.

He shrugged. "I was…busy."

"Busy? All summer? Anyone else would have thought you were avoiding me."

"Course not. Just, my father wanted me round." He said, sitting down next to her.

Pansy looked at him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Draco shook his head. "No."

They sat in silence until Blaise came into the room. "Hey you two. Thought you two would be up here" He laughed, winking at them.

Pansy smiled at him. "We were just talking Blaise."

"Of course you were" He said smirking. "Just friends."

Draco stood up, glaring at him. "We are just friends Blaise."

Blaise looked at Draco in surprise. "I know, I was just kidding Draco."

Pansy stood up, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Are you ok?"

Draco looked at her and then at Blaise. He forced himself to smile at them. "Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry. I guess I'm just tired." He turned round and lay back down on his bed. "I think I might go to sleep. Night." He pulled the drapes around the bed, changed quickly into his night stuff and got under the duvet.

Pansy and Blaise looked at each. Blaise raised an eyebrow at Pansy. Pansy shrugged in return. "Well, night then boys." She gave Blaise a kiss on the cheek and walked out; looking back Draco's pulled drapes and sighing.

Harry

Harry walked through the Gryffindor common room, smiling at those that waved at him. He carried on walking until he got to his dormitory where he lay on top of his bed and a single tear fell out of his eye. He turned onto his side, with his back towards the door. He faced the wall, images of his time with Sirius flashing through his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting more tears to come, especially as the others where likely to come up soon. He sat up and changed into his pajamas bottoms. He got into his bed, staring up at the ceiling; he heard the door opening and closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to anyone. He heard the 4 other boys walking in and changing for bed, whispering goodnight to each other. He listened as one by one they fell asleep and yet, he still couldn't. He pulled an old photo album out of his bedside drawer looking through it but for once it wouldn't give him any comfort seeing his parents smiling faces looking up at him. He got to the end of the album, with pictures of him, Ron and Hermione. The last one was of him and Sirius. He closed his eyes, hugging the album to his chest. He stood up, putting the album back into the drawer and as quietly as he could walked over to the window where he could look out over the Hogwarts grounds.

His thoughts strayed to Draco Malfoy. I can't like him. I can't. I'm meant to hate him, as much as he hates me. But I don't. When did this happen? When did I stop hating him, and start liking him? He shook his head. Maybe I've never hated him. I just did, because I felt like I had to, because I was friends with Ron and Ron hated him. I've always thought about him. He's always on my mind. I get butterflies when he looks at me. I start to stutter…NO! No, I don't like Draco. Draco? When did it become Draco? I can't do this. Even IF I did like him, there is no way he would like me back. And, I can't let anyone else close, I'll hurt them. I can't hurt Draco. I can't let it happen. He looked out of the window and closed his eyes, realizing that he was finally tired enough to go to sleep. He walked over to his bed and closed his eyes.

"HARRY! GET UP!" Harry turned over and opened his eyes slowly.

"Ron, stop hitting me with the pillow."

"THEN GET UP!"

"Stop shouting!"

"Seriously mate, you've got like, 20 minutes until lessons start."

"WHAT! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Harry asked, jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom.

"I tried. But you wouldn't wake up. I've been waiting for my breakfast."

Harry ran out of the bathroom, throwing on his school clothes. "Hermiones is going to kill us if we are late for our first lesson."

"I know. Why did you think I was shouting?" Ron asked, as they ran out of the common room, racing down to the great hall. "She doesn't look very happy…" Ron said, seeing Hermione sitting at the table, waiting for them.

Harry walked over to her, sitting next to her. "Sorry. Couldn't wake up." He said, smiling up at her.

She looked at him. "I didn't really expect anything else Harry. I saw how tired you looked yesterday."

He took a bite of his toast. "We've only got 5 minutes until we have to be there."

Hermione looked at him, knowing that he didn't want to talk about what was worrying him. She shook her head, wishing he would confide in her, or someone at least. "Yes. We should get moving. Come on Ron."

The three stood up and walked towards the doors, Harry dreading the upcoming lesson with the slytherins.