We are done with the editing *cheers* but the story line does get better and well-written in the later chapters, so please read on and review. We love you all. – Draco & Luna xxx

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First Year: The Beginning.

Harry Potter watched as the scenery blurred across the window, still unable to believe that any of this was really happening. That he was really a wizard, and powerful wizard too! He smiled slightly to himself, not bothered by the empty carriage he sat in, content to watch out the window instead of talk. The perfect silence was soon broken by the sliding of the glass doors. Harry's head twisted over his shoulder to see who it was.

"May I sit here?" A polite voice asked, leaving Harry a little stunned. He hadn't been expecting someone to ask him if they could sit somewhere.

"What?" He asked, still a little stunned, before he nodded quickly. Sliding his rebellious glasses back up his nose. The former blonde and white smudge merged itself into a grey eyed, pale skinned, blonde haired boy. "Sure, help yourself." Harry replied, the stranger smiled in response, walking over to the empty seat available.

"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The boy thrust forward a hand, and He shook it. He had a feeling he might be looked down on if he didn't. This Draco looked very prim and proper.

"Hi. I'm Harry Potter." Harry replied inwardly sighing as Draco's eyes widened. Already he was used to the second glances and questioning looks.

"As in Harry Potter Harry Potter?" Draco asked slowly, tilting his head softly with a small glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"I guess." Harry admitted bashfully, brushing his hand through his hair and tugging a little on the ends, his hair sticking up wildly. Harry waited for the normal response of thanks and appreciation, but Draco just leant back in his seat.

"Wow."

They both grinned at each other. He was...okay, Draco. Easy to get along with so far at least. They jumped a little at a knock on the compartment doors, looking up to see a kind looking older lady pushing a trolley covered in brightly packaged sweets and chocolates, catching the boys' attention.

"Anything from the trolley dears?" A woman asked as she peered into their carriage, interrupting the thoughtful silence that had fallen.

"Nothing for me." Draco replied. Looking at Harry's confused face with smile. "My Mother sends me things from home." He offered as explanation. But Harry just smiled.

"She hasn't sent you any yet! We'll take the lot!" Harry exclaimed brightly at the trolley lady and handed over a random, rather large, amount of money. Now he finally had it, he was eager to spend it. It took the boys a few trips back and forth between the trolley and the carriage to take all the sweets, pasties and drinks. They both sat, a small pile of sweets and food beside them as they relaxed with wide smiles. The silence broken only by the rustling of wrappers.

"What house do you think you are going to be in?" Draco asked finally, munching happily at the still warm pumpkin pasty as he crossed his legs neatly beneath him.

"Oh, um, I don't know." Harry admitted, examining the chocolate frog box curiously before he put it down and reached for a box labelled with Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans'. He thought over the houses he had read about in his new books. "Gryffindor maybe...I've only read about them, my aunt and uncle never told me anything about any of this." Harry admitted as he thought over, considering each of the houses, he really had no idea. But Gryffindor seemed like the best house.

"Yeah, Gryffindor. You?" Harry smiled, throwing a jelly bean to the blonde. The other boy caught it with ease, giving the bean a suspicious glance before he ate it happily.

"Slytherin. Runs in the family it seems." He said at last, confident by his answer. Harry raised his eyebrow, remembering little from what he had read, but what he did remember wasn't good.

"Slytherin? Like, the cunning ones no one likes?" He asked, confused. Draco laughed softly, shaking his head.

"Pretty much." He smiled, Harry had joined in the laughing at this point and smiled meekly.

"Sorry, mind didn't catch up with my mouth." He admitted. Draco waved him off, dismissing his apology.

"Don't worry about it." He reassured.

"So." Harry said finally. Trying to find a topic that wouldn't cause offence to his new friend. But Draco quickly cut in.

"What's your favourite type of jelly bean?" The blonde asked suddenly.

"I don't know… Apple maybe?" Harry smiled, obviously thankful for Draco's subject change.

"What about you?" Harry said. Draco smiled.

"The cinnamon ones… Favourite colour?"

"Yellow… That was the colour of my old room… You?" Harry said quietly.

"Red. I don't know why… It just is…"

"So like, Gryffindor red?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Uhh, I guess you could call it that." Draco replied, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Abruptly, the clumsy footsteps and sliding of the glass door announced the arrival of a tall, gangly, ginger. Silently, Draco and the ginger surveyed each other, before the blond stood, brushing his robes off from any sugar before he stood straight, raising an eyebrow.

"I have to be somewhere." Draco sneered, sweeping out of the carriage. Leaving Harry a little confused. There wasn't anywhere to go on a train.

"D'you reckon he's ok?" Harry asked out loud, feeling confused at the abrupt departure of his new friend. Looking over to the ginger that had caused it.

"Yeah, of course he is. Bloody hell, how many sweets?!" The new boy remarked, eyes wide at the view. Harry frowned, shooting a confused look at the boy, who had helped himself to Draco's former seat, using his hand to root around in the pile of sweets the blonde had left.

"He's a Malfoy…" The ginger looked at Harry as if this explained everything; he then saw his blank face. "Bloody Hell! Where have you been for the past eleven years?! Malfoys don't have feelings." He laughed, leaning back with the confidence Harry wished he had. He brooded in his head and thought about what the ginger had said. Well, this Malfoy had feelings. That he knew.

Why did that stupid ginger Weasel have to come in and spoil it? Harry and I were getting on perfectly but now he's gone and befriended that incompetent Weasel-bee. Draco thought broodingly as he and the other First Years walked down the Hall. Unlike most of the dazzled first years, who were looking around the Great Hall with wide eyes, Draco had his eyes out for a messy pile of dark hair. The very object of his thoughts. He had been doing so well! When his Father had informed him that Harry Potter, the Harry Potter was going to attend Hogwarts. He had been determined to make a strong friendship between them. To make his Father proud.

"Malfoy, Draco." Draco stood there for a second, a mixture of broad Scottish accent and his brain stalling with a sudden flash of panic. His old friend Theodore Nott scoffed, nudging Draco with his elbow to snap him back to reality, causing the blonde to flash a small smile to him before he took a deep breath and stepped forward. He felt sick and worried and ill... Ah, there was the chair. He sat down, his hands clutched nervously at his rode sleeves. Hoping the hat wouldn't take long-

"SLYTHERIN!" Ah, no worries in that department then. He relaxed with a soft smile, glad to know he had pleased his Father. He walked over to the table draped in rich greens and silvers, settling down and cheering happily as Theo was too, put into Slytherin. He slid over to make room for his dark haired friend, smiling at the other boy brightly before they both settled to listen to the rest of the sorting.

"Potter, Harry."

Draco couldn't deny he sat up a little straighter when Harry's name was called, watching with a small smile as the lanky boy stepped up to the stool, tripping slightly on his robes. Slapping Theo's arm with a fond smile as the boy sniggered. Harry sat down and let McGonagall put the hat on his head. There was a couple minutes of silence.

"GRYFFINDOR." The hat roared. Ah, Draco really should have seen that one coming. Of course he would be in Gryffindor.

It was little over a week after the sorting ceremony, and Harry was sat with Ron. He sighed softly, and rested his head on his hand with a small frown. Their conversation had turned, yet again, to the Slytherins. This of course led to Draco Malfoy.

"He's just tryna make friends with 'The Boy Who Lived.'" Ron moaned, for the fifth time, pointing his fork menacingly at Harry, who was quick to protect himself from the mashed potato flying towards him from Ron's full mouth. Harry sighed again.

"You know, Harry, he probably just wants you for show...Harry? Are you okay? Have you even listened to a word I've said? You know you're staring straight at the Slytherin table right?" Ron lowered his voice. "There wasn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." The ginger nodded, taking the time Harry took to think over what he said to eat some more food happily. Swallowing before he continued to rant on about the Malfoys and Slytherins. Harry liked Ron, honestly he did, and he enjoyed his company. But his topics of conversation weren't particularly appealing. They were always having the same conversations and it wasn't very enjoyable. Just so damn repetitive. And whilst Ron continued to rant about how the Malfoys had always looked down on his family, Harry frowned and looked down at his plate of nearly untouched food. Why did he argue with that stupid hat? He couldn't help but feel like he would have been so much happier in Slytherin.

The next day, Draco saw Harry quite a few times, and every time he did, he had the urge to go over and talk to the boy, not that the Gryffindor acknowledged the fact. In fact, Draco thought bitterly stalking his way to the next lesson, Harry didn't even acknowledge anything to do with Draco...or the likes of him! He had written to his Father, informing him of his new friendship with Harry, but in hindsight, that had been a premature decision. Harry had barely even looked at him since the sorting ceremony. Maybe Draco being sorted into Slytherin had changed Harry's views on him? He signed, distracted by the thoughts running around his head. This made him oblivious to the fact that the Weasel was walking-no striding, towards Draco and used his shoulder to knock the blonde out of his path. This sent the books he had carefully balanced in his arms crashing to the floor. Draco huffed, rubbing his shoulder lightly as he crouched down to collect his fallen books.
Harry paused, seeing the blonde bent over on the ground, biting his lip softly, he smiled a little.

"Need some help there?" Harry asked softy. Draco looked up with wide eyes at the offer, about to reply when about eight girls crowded him, asking if he wanted help and picking up his stuff anyway. One particularly older looking Slytherin girl grasped his hand as they both clashed whilst trying to pick up Magical beasts and where to find them.

"I think Malfoy has enough help here Harry." Ron sarcastically, raising his eyebrow. Harry looked at Malfoy, mouthed 'sorry' and straightened up, their eyes meeting as Harry held out Standard Book of Spells: Grade one. Draco nodded and put all the things back in his bag and in his arms. Not strong enough yet to look at Harry. Who was still standing there. Awkwardly. The moment was ruined by Pansy (the older looking girl) clutching Draco's elbow.

"Draco! I never noticed how much you liked-" She stopped to look at the text book clasped in her hands, "-charms!"

"He's charmed, I'm sure!" Harry smirked as he entered the conversation once more. It took about five seconds, or six In Pansy's case, to get the stab at humour Harry was trying to enlighten with the group. Draco briefly caught the back of Weasley's figure stalking away as he was straightening up. People soon rushed away, the bell about to ring for lessons, but still Draco and Harry were yet to move.

"Well," Draco said. "That proves it."

"Proves what?" Harry asked, the light of laugher still in his eyes from his awful joke.

"Malfoys do have feelings." Draco muttered softly, and, with dignity, he rushed away. Harry stared after him, his eyes soft as he looked at the back of the blonde boys head. Harry moved to walk away but realised he was still clutching Standard Book of Spells, Grade one.

Hermione glanced between her two friends with a nervous frown. Ron was mashing all his food with a fork, and if his mumbles were anything to go by, it was Harry's face he was attacking, and Harry was just sat staring, his food barely touched. And Hermione knew for a fact it would be at Malfoy. She opened her mouth to speak, choosing to talk to Harry as he seemed less... aggressive.

"Hey Harry, You know we have Charms next? Our first ever Charms lesson! I wonder what Professor is going to teach us in our first lesson, something easy probably." Hermione said brightly, waiting patiently to see if it would get Harry's attention. He finally looked away, blinking at Hermione slowly.

"Hmm?"

"You haven't listened to a word I've said have you?" Hermione sighed, shaking her head,

"Yeah I did! It sounded...invigorating." Harry defended half-heartedly, flashing Hermione a small smile before he turned his head again, continuing to stare at Malfoy. Watching as he struggled to keep a very keen, older looking Slytherin girl at bay. When a sudden thought struck him.

"I could give Malfoy his book back." He realized, looking up quickly. The bushy haired girl opposite him frowning,

"How come you have Malfoy's book?" She asked, looking a little annoyed at the fact that Harry had changed subject so suddenly. Harry blushed a little as he realized his mistake.

"Well...I...well...see, what happened was-" He started.

"Harry thought he would help Draco damsel in distress Malfoy, when he 'dropped' his books, all over the floor, right in front of him." Ron interjected in the private conversation between the two friends. Harry huffing as Ron made the last bit sound as if Malfoy had dropped on his knee there and then and asked Harry to marry him. Hermione rose an eyebrow at the explanation, curiosity clear in her eyes.

"What?" She finally spoke.

"Don't worry-" Harry started, eager to get his point in and end the conversation as quic2klt as possible, but Ron had other ideas,

"Well he-" Ended Ron. They both glared at each other, green meeting brown. There was a tense heartbeat of silence, before Hermione clapped her hands, knocking both boys out of their glaring.

"Okay...let's go to Charms!" Hermione exclaimed brightly, trying to diffuse the tension between her two friends.

Draco waited nervously with the rest of his class mates for his first Charms lesson to begin. Naturally he knew the basics, but that didn't make him feel any calmer, or any more ready. He sighed, standing around the edge of the small classroom, waiting patiently to be paired and seated. Hopefully he would be paired with his closest friend Theo, or maybe Blaise? He looked up as the door opened, smiling a little Potter walked in. Late, as usual. But what was uncharacteristic was the beeline he made for Draco. The blond frowned, watching as Harry came closer

"Hi Malfoy." The Gryffindor smiled, leaving Draco a little confused.

"'Hello." He replied politely, but confusion was clear in his tone. It was hard, trying to talk to Harry whilst trying to ignore the curious looks the other Slytherins were giving him. Harry seemed to realize the awkwardness of the situation.

"I didn't give you back your book earlier." Harry offered as an explanation as he handled over the book and Draco took it from him graciously. He had been worried he would have to ask to buy a new one from his Father. They both looked up as Professor Flitwick clapped to get their attention.

"You two seem well acquainted, you can partner each other. Sit over there." Flitwick announced, pointing to two seats near the back. Harry felt his heart stop in his chest. He was sitting next to Malfoy. Malfoy! Ah, how was he going to explain this to Ron? Their friendship was fragile enough at the moment...

Draco just signed, holding his newly returned book to his chest and offering a small, reassuring smile to Theo as he walked to the back of the room. Brooding a little as Theo and Blaise got to sit beside each other. The silence Flitwick had managed to settle over the excited class was soon broken however, when a clumsy collection of footsteps announced someone's arrival.

"Sorry I'm late sir! I was-" Everyone's heads snapped up as Ron's elegant stumble not only disrupted the otherwise quiet classroom, but had caused his line of vision go straight to Harry and Malfoy sitting beside each other. Harry could almost see the rage that was overcoming the copper haired boy. Soon he was settled beside the spare seat next to Hermione, and Flitwick was able to begin to talk about the classes spell they were to be learning, a levitation spell.

"Now, discuss the spell in your partners." Came the clear order, leaving Draco with nothing to do but to turn to Harry.

"So if I use this and then- Potter? What are you doing?" Draco was looking at the red forehead slowly disappearing under the desk and then propped up the Charms book blocking the vision of... Ah, of course. Weasley. Draco looked over to see the angry face of Weasley glaring and the flushed one of Granger. There was a small thump and a hissed out curse as Harry wiggled back up to sit on his chair.

"You were saying Malfoy...?" Harry's eyes made an appearance and looked at Draco with their full power.

"Oh, erm, yeah... I... well... erm... I can't remember..." He said giving Harry an exasperated look.

"Don't worry about it, happens to me all the time." Harry grinned, making Draco frowned.

"Hmmm."

Weeks passed and the air was getting colder. And so was Ron. He refused to talk to Harry unless the boy asked to change seats. Harry wouldn't, obviously. He and Malfoy were getting on well actually. They both had different strong points in Charms, so it was easy to help each other and to figure out how to do things. At the Halloween feast, he was seated with the boys from his dorm. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Apparently Ron had upset her about having no friends or something. The food, as usual, was amazing. Harry couldn't believe how much he'd been missing out, on the food front, living with the Dursleys. Halloween themed food was everywhere. Pumpkin chicken, spider soup, rat shaped pie, and such. Quirrell burst through the doors and everyone turned to look. The mouth-watering pumpkin chicken hanging out of Ron's mouth.

"TROLL, IN THE DUNGEON. TROLL IN THE DUNGEON. Just thought you oughta know." Screaming filled the Great Hall as everyone jumped up from their seats and ran round in circles.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore's voice boomed from the front of the hall. "Prefects lead your houses to your common rooms, quietly." Harry turned to look at Ron.

"Hermione, she doesn't know."

"Pavarti said she was in the girls toilets all day and wouldn't come out." Neville said as he followed Percy out of the hall.

"We have to go and get her."

"But Harry, there's a bloody troll roaming the corridors!"

"We're going to get her Ron."

"Fine." They both snuck away from the rest of Gryffindor and towards the girls' toilets. A sudden shadow alerted Harry to a problem they were about to face.

"The troll's not in the Dungeons anymore." He whispered.

"I can see that." Ron whined at Harry. They heard a scream from the bathroom and instantly rushed through the door.

"HERMIONE MOVE!" Ron shouted as the troll made to smash the cubicles. She scrambled underneath the troll and to the sinks. Ron and Harry threw pieces of broken wood at the troll, to deter him from Hermione.

"OI PEA BRAIN!" Ron screamed at it. The troll turned and surveyed the pair before turning back to Hermione. Harry grabbed onto its club and stuck his wand up its nose.

"Ergh." Ron commented. The troll grabbed Harry and held him upside down.

"Do something!" Harry shouted at Ron.

"Like what!?"

"Anything!" The troll swung at Harry and he curled upwards.

"Swish and flick." Hermione mouthed at him.

"Wengardium Leviosa!" Ron held the troll's club in the air before dropping it on his head. Harry scrambled away as the troll collapsed, unconscious onto the floor.

"Oh my…" McGonagall whispered from the door.

"What are you three doing in here?"

"Well, Professor you see we um-we… I mean…" Harry trailed off.

"It was my fault Professor." Hermione stated. "I thought I could handle the troll, I've read about them, so I came looking for it. If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me I would probably be dead."

"Right well… I'm taking five points from you Miss Granger. And five each for you two boys. Not many first years could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale." The three children nodded at her as they left the room.

"Did you see Snape's leg?" Harry asked.

"Wait what no, what happened?" Hermione started.

"I was a bit preoccupied worrying about detention and the troll coming back to life and killing us." Ron finished.

"It was cut badly, maybe he went to the third floor and tried to get through the trap door or something." Harry said.

"Maybe, it's highly likely he was and he probably let the troll in as a diversion." Hermione remarked.

"That sounds like something he would do." Ron scowled. The trio traipsed their way back up to Gryffindor tower.

"Wengardium Leviosa." Harry watched as Malfoy started to get frustrated with the bit of quill he was supposed to be levitating. Even Ron had managed it (thanks to Hermione and the troll).

"It's LeviOHsah not LeviohSAH." Hermione added.

Malfoy said something and Harry's mind formed it to be "Stupid Mudblood." His mind rushed forward to when he heard Ron say it as a joke. How dare he call her a Mudblood! No wonder Hermione looked surprised!

"WENGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" Harry aimed his spell at Malfoy. Momentary rage clouding his usually sound logic.

"Harry! What do you think you are doing! He was thanking me!" Hermione screamed, her hands leaping to her mouth as she watched Malfoy fly up and hit his head on the ceiling about five meters up with a deafening 'whack!' Most people gasped, but no one laughed.

"HARRY POTTER PUT MR DRACO BACK DOWN TO EARTH THIS SECOND!" Flitwick squeaked.

"How do I do tha-" Harry turned and flinched as he heard a thump coming from behind him. That didn't just happen; I did not just drop Malfoy. Please Lord Say I didn't just drop Malfoy. Harry moved round the desk slowly... slowly... many of his classmates were screaming and jumping on desks. Crabbe and Goyle were even looking green, but they were weird characters. Harry continued to move round the desk. He was unnaturally calm. He caught a sudden glance of Malfoy's lifeless arm, limp and at an odd angle. He had to stop. He started to shake, so took a deep breath to try and calm his sudden thumping heart and continued round the table.

When he finally had a full view of Draco, his knees gave way and he sank to the floor beside the limp form. Draco's arm was at a weird angle, he was unconscious and there was blood protruding from the back of his messy blonde head. Harry reached out his hand to put pressure on the bleeding point but then someone rugby tackled him. He rolled under the desk and out the way of the gangly boy.

"Ron?!" Harry enquired.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO HELP HIM? HE'S A MALFOY, FOR MERLINS SAKE, HE DESERVES IT!"

"RON! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? HE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING WRONG!" Their classmates had gathered around them, making a large circle. Harry rolled out from under the desk, and stood protectively in front of Draco's lifeless form. There were tears forming in his eyes, from the thought that he'd done that to someone for no reason. Ron was aiming punches at Harry, but he was too small and very fast, so ducked out of the way of most of them.

"PERTRIFICUS TOTALUS!" Professor Flitwick shouted. The two boys fell to the floor, rigid from the charm.

"That's better, now, someone go and fetch Madam Pomfrey for me and tell her that three boys need attending to, one more serious than the others."

Five minutes later, all three were in the Hospital Wing, Ron staring daggers at Harry and Harry watching Draco, worry clear in his face and eyes.

"Now boys, tell me what happened." Madam Pomfrey ordered when she had finished tending to Draco.

"Well, I thought-" Harry started.

"Harry Wengardium Leviohsah-ed Malfoy-" Ron spat the last word with hatred."

And Flitwick told me-"

"Harry dropped Malfoy-"

"And I dropped him-""And I thought-"

"And I went to-"

"That Harry-"

"Try and stop the bleeding-"

"Was-"

"AND THEN RONALD JUMPED ONTOP OF ME SO I COULDN'T HELP!" Harry shouted, exasperated. Just wanting to get his story across without interruption from the gangly ginger beside him. His eyes widened as he realized he had caused the blonde's eyes to flicker open slowly.

"W-what's going on?" Draco murmured, his voice slurring. Blinking slowly as he tried to look around.

"MALFOY! HOW DARE YOU-" Ron started, going as if to go towards Draco, Harry quick to step in front of him.

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU SHOUT AT MY PATIENT! GO TO PROFFESOR MCGONAGALL'S OFFICE RIGHT AWAY!" The Nurse shouted. Ron glared at the confused Slytherin for a moment before he stalked out. Harry let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. The Nurse took a deep breath, seeming to relax before she turned back to the dazed Draco.

"Right, Draco. How are you feeling?" She asked, her tone much softer than it had been seconds ago.

"Sick." Draco whispered softly.

"Well that's perfectly normal, comes as a part of concussion. I'll just go and get something to help with the sickness." Madam Pomfrey hobbled out to her office and

Draco turned to Harry, seeming to have trouble on focusing on him,

"Why the hell did you levitate me?" He asked finally, still whispering, before he closed his eyes. Harry noticed he was paler than normal, if that was even possible.

"Because... because I thought you called Hermione a Mudblood, I'm so sorry." Harry replied quietly as Malfoy opened his eyes.

"I was only thanking her, idiot." Malfoy smiled, blushing.

"At least you can do the spell right."

Harry laughed slightly at that. "I really am sorry."

"It's fine Potter, really. You were just being a good friend."

"Right Draco, drink this, it should help." Madam Pomfrey handed over a vile looking drink and Malfoy gulped it down, making a face.

"That was disgusting."

"It will help Mr Malfoy. Right Harry, I think you only have a cut on your hand so come here and I'll heal it." He did as he was told, then left the Hospital Wing.

Draco was bored. So incredibly bored. Pomfrey was making him stay in the stupid hospital wing for an entire two days for absolutely no reason. He felt fine! It was a bump on his head, not a broken limb or anything...

"Hey Draco."

Draco looked up from his thoughts, glancing around to locate the voices and found Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Vince and Greg walking towards him. He smiled brightly, his friends would help him keep his mind of the boredom.

"Hey guys." He smiled, pushing himself up so he could lean back on his pillows. "I'm glad you're here, I've been so bored and I have to stay here for another day at least. Im not even that hurt!" He protested.

"I can't believe Potter would do that I mean you didn't even do anything wrong!" Pansy screeched. Making Draco huff a little.

"I know, I don't want to talk about it." He informed bluntly, staring up at the ceiling again.

"I know I ju-" She tried to add, but Theo frowned.

"He said drop it Pans." Theo snapped. Waiting until the girl had fallen silent before he continued, pulling out a large bundle of parchment. "We brought notes from the classes you're missing." He explained with a smile, handing them to Draco.

"Thanks Theo." He grinned, taking them and flicking through them quickly.

"Hey! It's not just Theo who made those notes!" Blaise moaned.

"I don't care you all would've made them anyway, all you did was duplicate them." Draco pointed out with a small smile.

"He has a point." Greg mumbled.

Draco rolled his eyes as his friends started bickering again. He shuffled through the notes trying to ignore his building headache.

"I think we should go." Theo whispered, quieting the group.

"Why?" Pansy moaned.

"Because we're giving Draco a headache and Pomfrey will have our heads if she knows we've made her patient worse. I also have to so the potions essay." He snapped at her, herding them to the door.

"Thanks Theo." Draco nodded at him. It wasn't that he had really wanted them to go he just didn't really want them and their noise right next to him. He just wanted to get back to lessons so he didn't have to be confined to a bed. Maybe if he convinced Pomfrey that he was feeling normal he could go back sooner rather than later…

Harry was wandering the corridors. Malfoy had come back to lessons the day after the accident. But Harry still felt bad. Ron was still ignoring him, and Hermione felt awkward around the two of them, even after the troll incident. Neither of them would give in and say they were wrong. Ron was content that all Malfoys were evil beings with no soul, but Harry had learnt that it's not good to judge people by their name, culture, race or by something they did when they were younger. He just wished they would all be able to get along, it wasn't fair.

"Hey Harry." Harry turned and saw Neville trying to catch up with him.

"Hey Neville, where are you off to?"

"Oh, I just thought I'd go and sit by the lake or something, it's quite a nice day out but the weather will go really cold soon. I thought I'd make the most of it. I'm rambling aren't I?"

"Don't worry, it's fine. Can I join you?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I didn't really want to sit by myself anyway." The pair traipsed their way down to the lake and sat on a patch of grass in the sunlight.

"So Neville, what've you been up to lately?" Harry asked, making small talk.

"Not much really, just school work and owling my Grandmother. What about you?"

"The same really, just school work. Do you live with your Grandmother?"

"Yeah, my parents…um…"

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me, I don't mind. I don't really like everyone knowing what happened to mine either."

"Thanks Harry." Neville smiled awkwardly.

Draco was sitting next to Potter in his first charms lesson back. He was conscious that everyone was watching them. He was very aware of the way Ron was glaring at him. He knew that Weasley hated him, but he should just ignore him and get on with life, rather than take it out on his best friend- What the hell was he thinking?! He shouldn't be protecting Potter; he was the one who had put him in the hospital wing for three flipping days! Why did Draco always have to protect people who hurt him? WHY?

There is no logical answer, he thought. There must be something wrong with him.

He did say sorry though.

But that's not the point. He still attacked me for no reason.

But then again I would be going insane if I was friends with Weasley. I don't even know why anyone would want to be friends with that. He would get on my nerves too much. He does already, and I spend none of my free time with him. I just want to be able to concentrate on my studies, without being stared at. If it so happens that I ever want to be stared at, I will sit where Pansy can see me.

She's not so bad though but I do think I must be gay. I just never find/found girls interesting and they're just so dramatic.

Hypocrite.

Shut up.

Maybe if I tell her I'm gay she'll leave me alone. I just don't really want to tell her for no reason. And I am only nearly twelve. I can't be sure now. Don't want to pretend to be older than I am do I?

Malfoy was scowling at Harry; Ron was still in a bad mood and ignoring him. Hermione sighed. Why were boys always so dramatic? She sighed again.

"Hermione, will you STOP sighing, it's getting on my bloody nerves!" Ron interrupted her thoughts with this unnecessary statement.

"Sorry, it's just that, you ignoring Harry is just wrong Ron, he hasn't done anything wrong!" Hermione said, exasperated.

"Yes he has, he tried to help Malfoy, Malfoy Hermione, bloody Malfoy!" Ron hissed.

"So?" Hermione asked, hissing more than Ron was. He scowled. Hermione wasn't going to give up. He turned away and practised by himself. If Hermione was going to be like that, he would ignore her too.

"Hey." Harry greeted as he caught up with Malfoy. With Ron being a dick and Hermione all caught up in the Philosophers Stone stuff, Harry had literally no one to talk to anymore. But Malfoy seemed like a good option, he had forgiven Harry in the Hospital Wing and they had been getting on before anyway.
"What do you want Potter?" Malfoy spat.

Harry frowned. "I just thought maybe we could hang out or something."

"You thought wrong."

"But-but we were getting on, you forgave me so."

"I didn't forgive you. I wasn't thinking as I was suffering with concussion you had caused." He snapped. "I'm a Slytherin Potter, and Slytherins don't 'hang around' with insolent Gryffindors."

"Hey, we're not insolent." Ron snarled as he rounded the corner.

"Whatever Weasel-bee." Malfoy sauntered away.

"I can't believe he just said that, we were fine. Stupid bloody Slytherin." Harry complained.

"Now that you've come to your senses, we can concentrate more now on the Philosophers Stone and Snape." Ron joked.

"That's probably a good idea." Harry sighed. "I'm sorry Ron, you were right. Again."

"It's fine, don't worry about it. I knew you'd come round, you'd just made a mistake. You're only human.

Please Review. We know it's boring but seriously it gets better in like a couple more chapters ish. – Draco & Luna xxx