Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and I own none of these characters.

A/N: This is my very first fanfiction and I'm sure I need to do alot of improving so please forgive any errors along the way. Hope you like it! =)

Warning: Ron is going to be an insufferable git.

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy woke up to the heavy snoring of his roommate. He didn't understand how anyone could snore that loud, then again, he was never a morning person to understand anything at 2 AM. The git just wouldn't stop snoring, it was getting on his nerves. He didn't want to be here but he had nowhere else to go but to his not so very far relative the Black family's house where his aunt who married a muggle was supposed to visit them from time to time, when his father died and their wealth was taken by the Ministry because he was underage. Merlin! He wanted to hex that damned git but he lost his wand to the fire that burned down the manor along with everything he owned. He looked at the clock which read 3:00 and just had to groan at the time. Couldn't the imbecile just sleep silently for one damned minute?! He grabbed his pillow and threw it at the snoring git. His roommate jolted awake pointing his wand at Draco, his green eyes suggested he was afraid but none of his other features did.

"What's that for, Malfoy?" he asked irritably.

"Stop snoring, Potter!" Draco answered annoyed.

Potter just rolled his eyes at Draco then went back to sleep. As Potter was only beginning to sleep he wasn't snoring yet and finally Draco could get back to sleep as well.

The fire was engulfing his father and all he could do was squirm as the firemen held him, stopping him from running back to the burning manor.

"Father!" Draco screamed as he woke with a start. His pulse was rapid and he was heaving. He was drenched in sweat and his blonde hair stuck to the back of his neck. The figure on the other side of the room stirred and turned around to look at Draco, propping himself on one elbow. He looked at Draco expectantly as though asking why he'd screamed for daddy. Draco scowled at him and covered himself with his blanket. He must've looked so pathetic! A Malfoy is never pathetic. He wished he could just bury himself in his blanket. How could he face Potter who heard him scream like a little girl, asking for his father? He wished he would just die when Potter went to him and touched his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked obviously pitying Draco. Draco scowled to himself and faced Potter.

"Stop it with your need to help everyone, Potter! I don't need to be comforted by the great Boy-Who-Lived!" Draco spat at Potter who scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

Potter murmured to himself inaudibly, leaving Draco.

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