Hey! This is another idea that I had for sometime, so I finally got down to typing it. Now, to get the whole story, you really have to read both chapters. Okay, it's going to be really short, only two chapters. That's all I'm going to say about this.

Disclaimer: No, of course I don't own any of these characters.

Oh, the Malfoy may be a bit OOC on this....but it'll fit for the story.

Chapter 1- Draco's POV

Ah, it raining hard outside. Stupid rain....it's been like this for a week now. I make my way out of the Great Hall, but can't help but glance at the Gryffindor table. There's Granger and the Weasel....but Potter's gone. Unusual site, Potter's sidekicks with out him seems pretty strange. Weasel looked upset about something....Granger's trying to talk to him. Stupid Gryffindors.

I think nothing of it. I make my to the Slytherin Common room, but suddenly stop, staring out the window. There's a lone figure making their way onto the grounds...heading for the Forest. Odd....no one's aloud in there. I look around, but carefully slip through the castle doors.

Crap, I've only been out for barely a minute and my head's already soaking wet. I run after the person, but am careful not to make a lot of noise. The person finally made it into the forest. I have no idea who it is, but I follow anyway. The figure keeps running....and running...and damn! Doesn't he ever run out of fuel??

Obviously not, because he keeps going. The place looks familiar. Earlier in the year, the great oaf led us in this exact same spot to show us some bloody creature. The person stops, while I quickly hide behind a tree. It's raining hard now. We're standing on a cliff and the person is on the edge, looking down.

Finally, with some help from the moon, I recognize the person. I gape for a moment. It's Potter. What's he doing out here? And why is he standing near the edge of a cliff looking down, like he's going to jump?

It hit me. Sure, Potter may have lost his godfather thanks to his stupidity, but I didn't think Potter would go this far. He's the Golden Boy, everyone's favorite. I grit my teeth, trying to make a decision. I could leave and pretend like I never saw it. But then, where would the fun of school be if I couldn't torment Potter? It would also take the fun out of Quidditch, I swore I would beat him next game.

I may not like him, but I do have some respect for him. Slowly, I come out of my hiding place and walked slowly toward Potter, trying not to scare him incase the git loses his balance and falls off. I have to admit, I don't fancy seeing anyone die yet.

"Potter?" I asked, looking at his back. He doesn't respond. Getting annoyed, I ask again.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Potter turns around and glares at me for a second.

"Go away, Malfoy." He muttered. Potter turned his back on me and took another step toward the ledge, looking down, as if trying to see how far a drop it would be. Dose he honestly think I'm going to listen to him? That I'll just skip off and pretend I never saw this? Maybe I should try talking to him rationally. First thing is to make him get away from that ledge.

"If I leave, you're coming with me, Potter. I don't understand why you're doing this."

"I'm doing it for Ron." Was his short reply. For a moment, I just stare. He's killing himself over the Weasel? This guy was out of his bloody mind! Bloody Gryffindors. Always having to sacrifice themselves to save someone else.

Still, I try to think of why he would to it for Weasel King. The two were inseparable. They went everywhere together, sometimes it unnerved me. Then again, Weasel King was looking quite depressed back at dinner. Did they get into a row? Ah, as much as I love to see Weasley depressed, I got more important things to do.

"You don't have to!" I shout back, since it's hard to hear over the pouring rain.

"Yes, I do."

His voice is firm. Once again, it scared me. He's serious. He's really serious about doing this. He's leaning forward, and I try not to panic.

"Potter....let me help."

He doesn't respond to my plea. How did I get myself into this mess? Ah, my curiosity. Great.

"You can't help me."

Oh, how wrong you are, Potter.

"Let me try."

"Go away."

I'm really worried now.

"Come on....get down. Maybe we could go to the kitchens or something."

He seems to flinch at the sound of that. Oops. The only reason I know where the kitchen is was because I followed him and his gang down there. They were absolutely livid that I knew where it was. The thought made me smirk.

I make my way toward him, reaching out my hand. If I could just get him away from there....

"Listen, Potter, I know that we never really got along...."

He seems to ignore me.

"But you can't do this."

"Stay out of this."

Finally, I put my hand on his shoulder. He just shrugs it off. Okay....now it's not going well. It really is raining hard...I need to get him away from here.

"Potter, I know this must be hard for you. People trying to constantly kill you, having pretty much the whole wizarding world thinking you were a crazy prat for a year. Oh, and with your godfather dieing."

He ignores me.

"Come on. Let's go back in the castle. We can talk there."

"I'm not going back to the castle."

Right. Maybe I started to fast. Slowly, I see him take out his wand. Ah, so he wants to use wands now, eh? I reach for mine also. That's just fine with me. I haven't had a duel in hours.

Potter seems to be muttering something. Well, it's not the Killing Curse. I don't think he's capable of it.

Finally, he stops, looking defeated. Slowly, I open my mouth to speak.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

He turns around, halfway anyways. He's still looking down the ledge, disappointment etched onto his face.

"I just need to get off this ledge."

Thank you! I finally make contact. Potter moves past me, and I follow, careful to stay a bit back, in case he tries anything. Then, something flew by me, narrowly missing my ear. What was that?

It doesn't matter. Potter used it as a decoy. Arg! He turns and sprints as fast as he can toward the direction that thing flew by. I sigh. Sprinting, I try to catch up with him. Them the ground to shake....now I know that's not normal!

Suddenly, huge horse-like creatures stampede across the clearing Potter and I are in. Potter stops abruptly. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't able to stop in time. I run into him, sending us both the ground, narrowly dodging those stupid horse things that almost flattened us to death.

I sit up, but don't get off Potter. He's on his stomach, rubbing his eyes. I notice his glasses fell, so I slowly pick them up. He won't stop wiping his eyes. Good Lord, forget the pride! Does he have so much he can't even stand to let me see him cry?!

Knowing that if anyone saw this it would ruin my whole reputation, I slowly put my hand on the small of his back, and began to move my hand in small circles on his back, hoping to soothe him.

I move my knee. Apparently, this was the wrong this to do. Potter jerked his head up and gave out a cry of what sounded like unbearable pain. Damn, if I knew his godfather meant this much to him...

I may be a Malfoy, but I still have feelings. I get off Potter, who manages to get into a sitting position. He looked a mess. He's soaking wet, his glasses seem to look cracked, and his eyes are red from the crying. He looks so....depressed. No, I won't let him carry on like this. Ah, since when did I become so caring, when did I care about the Boy-Who-Lived?

I don't know when it started, but somewhere along the way I began to care. I pull Potter into my chest, hugging and holding him. He seems to tense, and doesn't relax. Fine, if doesn't want to accept the fact that others are helping him it's just fine with me!

I look at him and I can feel my eyes widen. He's not even wearing a jacket! The old git is out here in the pouring rain, wearing only a t-shirt!

I take of my robes and put it around Potter, who nods at me. He seems to have accepted the fact that I'm not going back to the castle without him.

"Potter, is there anywhere you want to go? We could go the kitchens and warm up-"

"No. Gryffindor Tower is fine."

I hope he realizes that I'm only going to take him inside the castle. There's no way I'm going within five feet toward that tower. Hopefully he didn't get too comfortable.

We make our slow way back. He seems to be collected now, but still a bit off. His eyes don't seem to be focused. But it doesn't look like he's going to pull of another stun and run the other way.

Finally, we walk up the castle steps. I let Potter in and shut the door behind me. The school seems quite deserted. Most students are probably in their common rooms by now.

"So, Potter, is there anything you need?"

"No. I'm fine. I just have to sort something things out."

I nod, completely understanding. He starts to hand me back my cloak, but I tell him to keep it. I start to feel better. I don't think I'll have to worry about him. He looks at me and nods. I'm guessing that means 'bye.' He wraps my wet robes around him a little more tighter, than turns the other way, where the Gryffindor Tower is.

I turn and go back to my place, feeling a little bit easier about everything.

A/N. Here's the first chapter. It doesn't end here. The second chapter will be Harry's POV!

Love always,

Amour-Lily