I've rewritten 'Harry is bored' so I hope I have made it better. I hope enjoy it. YAY Draco/Harry! I would appreciate it a lot if you could review and tell me of ways that you liked it and ways that you think I can improve.

'Harry if anything happens you have to write to us and let us know, straight away! If I hear you've been keeping anything from us…'

'C'mon Hermione he's not a kid,' Ron said trying to tear his girlfriend of a scared looking Harry.

'He's right Hermione I'll be ok so don't worry. It's not like I'm not going to die of loneliness over the holidays, you guys need to go. You'll be late.' He gave his friends a reassuring smile and went back through door to the great hall to finish his dinner, looking more cheerful than he felt inside.

The next day…

The few students who were remaining at Hogwarts for the Christmas Holiday milled inside the Great hall for breakfast. Harry Potter sat by himself at one end of the Gryffindor table glaring at a group of annoying, loud and happy first years. The lobe boy heaved a sigh and pushed his untouched plate of food away. Well, staying here without my friends is a thousand times better than being back with the Dursleys at least.

Leaving the table to face a rather unpromising day he spotted a head of white blonde hair disappear out of sight. Malfoy? What was the Slytherin still doing at school; he normally left with his other friends. Not having anything else that needed doing (except homework) The Boy Who Lived decided to do some stalking.

Rushing up one of the changing staircases Harry followed the other boy towards the library, slipping behind a statue every time Malfoy looked behind him. When the Snake went around the corner Harry, wanting to keep close, unceremoniously ran up the stairs and crashed straight into said snake that was looking thoroughly pissed off.

'What do you want Potter?!' That's a good question… Know that he was asked that he realised he didn't really know what he was doing. Except poking his nose into his rivals personal life.

'Umm… I was just wondering why you didn't go home,' an uncomfortable silence stretched between the boys, it really was a pathetic answer.

'Well I don't see why this is any of your business Potter.' Malfoy said as he walked into the library slamming the door shut in Harry's face earning him a glare from Madam Pince. 'What's his problem?' He muttered quietly to himself.

Later that night…

That night the upset depressed and bored Gryffindor sat by the merrily burning fire. A few first years huddled in a corner chatting cheerily about what they thought they would get for Christmas from their parents. I bet they're doing it on purpose Harry thought. Not being able to stand it anymore he stormed out of the common room into the sleeping area. This wasn't the best of things he could have done.

When Harry was lying in bed, still fully clothed, he was aware of how eerily quiet it was, how alone he was. All the beds were empty except his. To clear his head of pessimistic thoughts he opened the arched window and let the chill night air in. It didn't work all it made him think of was how freezing it was. He curled into his four poster bunk bed, hoping to have a dreamless night.

The next morning…

The light streamed cheerily through the open window hitting a certain Gryffindor in the face on its way to fill the room. Said Gryffindor cursed colourfully when he moved the duvet over his face and exposed his legs to the crisp (ergh) morning air. Harry jumped out of bed with far more stamina than thought possible on a Monday morning to close the large window. Who in their right mind would leave the window open all night? Oh yeh, me.

He looked disgustedly at his reflection in the large communal mirror. This morning the mirror Harry was sporting a very crumpled dark blue shirt and a pair of faded jeans with a larger hole at the knee than he remembered and his hair was even messier than normal if possible. He grudgingly went for a quick cold shower and changed into a fresh dark red shirt and faded jeans without a hole.

The teenager stumbled out of the common room and walked to the Great Hall in a daze. Looking half-heartedly at his plate of bacon, sausage and eggs arranged into a sort of smiley face by Dobby, he was ready to give himself up to another crappy day of uneventful boredom.

Pushing back his chair the adolescent left the hall but not before pouring a whole bottle of tomato sauce onto his plate making it look like a war had been fought and lost on the china. Since Harry had nothing better to do he gave himself up to the inevitable, studying (a/n shows just how bored he is eh?). Walking quickly into the library he walked through the aisles of tomes towards where he would find some transfiguration text books having lost his.

Turning the corner at the end of an aisle he saw the blonde teen Harry had been hoping to talk to yesterday with his face stuck firmly in a book. Harry was thinking of a good way to start up a conversation and explain why he had been staring (Why had he?) when Malfoy noticed the blushing boy.

'What the hell is wrong with you Potter? Are you some sort of stalker or something?'

'Umm no I was just wondering why you aren't at home?' The dark haired teen said turning a shade of crimson, which didn't go unnoticed by the Slytherin who noted the colour matched his shirt.

'Well I don't see why that is your business Potter. I'm sure you are busy, you probably have a kitten to go save or something so if you excuse me.' He said while walking past. Oh no you don't, Harry thought who so desperately needed to talk to someone, anyone! So with this in mind he grabbed hold of the other boy as he walked past and held on for his life.

'What the fuck Potter!'

DUM DUM DUM. Draco isn't too happy. Find out what he will do in the next chapter of 'Harry is bored' (insert dramatic music). But don't forget to review. I have cookies for people who review.