The Greatest Weakness

The Beginning of Weakness

The Hogwarts Express trudged slowly along, scenic scenes flickering past the window unacknowledged by either of the compartments two passengers. Harry lay on his stomach upon an entire row of seats, head propped up by his arms underneath. His eyes followed the flickering movements of Draco Malfoy, pacing absently around the compartment, refusing to even look in Harry's general direction.

Harry smiled faintly, amused that being in a room alone with Malfoy could provoke such an unexpected reaction. When Harry had asked Draco if he would, and I quote, 'do me the greatest privilege and allow me to speak with you not only alone but with intentions of being civil in everyway.' end quote. Harry couldn't get out of his mind the shocked expression on Draco's face and the confused look that flicked through his normally cold eyes before the walls slammed up again. The smile grew even broader as he Draco paused and tapped his foot slightly, leaning up against the window, as he tried ever so hard to look nonchalant.

Draco refused to look at the smiling git, he was still confused at why Potter had persisted in being so overly formal and polite but what truly was driving him crazy was the fact that ever since he had asked Draco into the compartment to 'speak' with he had done nothing but lie there on his stomach and watch. Draco couldn't very well insult Harry, his mother had always drilled into him that politeness deserved in fair return and this had been the first time since the first time that Potter had even attempted to be courteous but it he was beginning to push Draco limits as far as courtesy went.

"Draco…" Harry whispered in a light sing-songy sort of voice that almost mocked but just brinked on teasing.

Draco spun around and met Harry's eyes for the first time since they had boarded the train, "Potter…did you just call me, Draco?"

Harry half snorted and ducked his head in-between his arms so that only his eyes peeked out, "That is your name isn't it?" Came the muffled reply, he raised his head up slightly, once again propping it on his arms, "I would hope to think I at least know Mr. Draco Malfoy's name."

Draco's eye twitched ever so slightly, Harry grinned, "Bit of a nervous twitch you have there…Draco" He crooned Draco's name.

Draco sneered and spun away, directing his gaze out the window, "Do shut up, Potter, you're wasting air with you're meaningless existence as it is." he drawled.

Harry closed his eyes and sank down between his arms, Draco turned slightly, surprised that Potter hadn't lashed out at his or gotten angry.

"Draco," Harry murmured, "Do you ever think about killing yourself?" Draco's eyes widened and he swung around on Harry.

"What?!"

Harry grinned, "Gotcha!"

Draco's eyes narrowed, "What the hell do you want, Potter?"

Harry sat up, "I have a proposition for you, Draco."

"What sort of proposition?" Draco said, suddenly interested.

Harry grinned, "I want you and I to become lovers."

(a/n: I liked the middle of the story but the beginning sucked and to be honest it had no plot to speak of. Now it will. Hate me if you will, I'm just trying to make a better story.)