This is the sort of thing that any pureblood boy would be scared of admitting. He never will tell his parents. What would they think of him? Not only would he be a failure to the Malfoy name, but he would probably be rejected and thrown out. Yeah so he wanted to be friends with Potter in his first year. Has he truly hated him all these years?

Draco sits on the Hogwarts Express thinking of the year to come. His sixth year. It was probably going to be just as stupendous as every other year. Note the sarcasm. This year was going to be just peachy. He had to fulfill Lord Voldemort's plans for him or his family would die. He was trying to formulate a plan, but for some reason, his thoughts kept wandering to that damn Potter boy and he had no idea why. The more he thought, the more aggravated he became. Was he gay? No. He couldn't be. He was Draco Malfoy. The son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy- Death Eaters. Being gay was not an option. But still, he felt this emptiness deep within him. He thought back to all of his previous years at Hogwarts and how he treated Harry. He never knew it at the time, but he always had feelings for him. Well, this was a predicament. He knew that Harry wasn't gay and yet he needed to feel his embrace. For the next several hours, he formulated his plan to get Harry Potter to need him. He figured it out as the train rolled up to Hogwarts. Not only did he have to sneak the Dark Lord's followers into Hogwarts, kill Professor Dumbledore, but he also had to date that Potter boy. Here's to another magical year at Hogwarts!