Disclaimer - I own nothing of the characters or the story. It all belongs to J.K.. Damn!

Authors Note - This is my first fic, and my first time writing anything that people would actually read. I am really nervous about this story because I stepped waaay out of my box! I started wanting to write just a general, plain boy meets girl romance but I couldn't do it. This is what came out, I just hope someone likes it. This is Harry/Draco slash, so please all you slash veterans please read and review, I want to know what you think!

Endlessly, He Said

Chapter 1- Thinking about A Normal Year

Draco sat in his room in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry amazed at himself. His father was now in Azcaban so why wasn't he happy. He was finally able to live his life without his fathers constant looks of disappointment and that alone should have been enough for him to feel euphoric. As Draco sat on the bed he felt that something major was missing, for the first time since he had been in Hogwarts he felt like he had no purpose. He started every school year with an agenda and if he didn't have one at the start, he would find one. Now that his father was gone, he did not have any of the pressure he had before, this made him panic.

Calm down Draco, this should be easy. You will finally have a normal year right. You have no reason to cause trouble, no reason to be so nasty. Just be the normal you. Do your prefect duties, stay on top of your studies, avoid Pansy as much as possible, and you will not think about Peter either.

Draco breathe in deeply and let out a long sigh. It was so hard not to think about the man that broke his heart. This past summer had been the best and the worst holiday of his life and it was pretty hard to forget. Draco had fallen in love with Peter Welsh, a tall, muscular, dark hair man that made he melt. Peter was someone Draco had trusted completely. He had made him feel good about who he was and loved every bit of him, so he said...He was not Draco's first lover but he was the first that made him feel like putty, like his heart would light on fire every time he entered the room. Draco had loved that feeling of being out of control for the first time in his life, for someone so ready to sacrifice for or so he thought. Nothing last forever I guess.

Tired of thinking of the past, Draco got out of bed and headed to the great hall for dinner. Draco had always lavished the attention he received but this time it had made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It was the other students looking at him with curiosity, not knowing how he would react now that his father was in prison. He could hear them giving each other false accounts of what they think happened at the department of mysteries. Draco tried to shake it off, press on and ignore the whispering.

Draco was immediately grabbed into a bone crushing hug as soon as he soon as he entered the great hall.

"Draco! Darling where in heavens have you been?! I've been worried sick Draco! Come, have a seat next to me. I haven't seen you all holiday, what have you been doing in my absence, behaving I hope. Did you take the dark mark this summer!"

"Pansy! For God sake keep your voice down, do want someone to hear you!" Draco said through clenched teeth looking around making sure no one had heard Pansy.

"I'm sorry Draco, I just haven't seen you and ..."

"Yes Pansy I know, but unlike you and some other fellow Slytherines we might know, the whole school doesn't think too kindly of those who take the mark, do you understand?

"Yes Draco, I understand". She smiled with part of her lip clenched in between her teeth like she was waiting for something delicious to enter her mouth. He could tell what she wanted, he could sense her want for him but he could not oblige her. He was tired of playing these games with Pansy. Sure she was a nice person, sometime, but he just wasn't attracted to her and after his affair with Peter Welsh he knew that he could not go back to pretending anymore. He just couldn't muster the strength to anymore.

"Pansy, lets go and have dinner alright, I'm starving and I have prefect duties tonight alright?"

"Yes, love."

Draco humored her with hand holding towards the table and watch as his acquiescences chatted animately about their summer holidays. All Draco could think of while he filled himself with food is how he will function with a normal school year. He filled his plate with as much potatoes and roast beef as he could, thinking that if he was lucky he could avoid the uncomfortable conversation he would have to have with Pansy about his liking for other blokes. This was a sticky thing to get caught into because he did not know how she would react to it. There were a couple of possibilities; she could react like a typical Slytherine girl and vow revenge or she would just run and cry for hours in the girls toilet, either way the whole school would know, his mother would be most displeased and on top of that their was the annoyance of having her continue sly through herself at him hoping that a short skirt and added cleavage would put an end to it. Chewing the last of his meal he decided that letting the cat out of the bag, or maybe the closet for better fraising, was not a good idea; for the time being at least.

As Draco ate his treacle tart silently, listening to his house mates go on and on about whatever they thought was important. His eyes wondered all around the great hall recalling the first time he ever set foot in this place. The first time he officially talked to Harry Potter, the very person who was responsible for putting his father were he belonged. He had been so smug then, thinking that he was superior than everyone else just because he had the family, the money, the looks. God!, he had been so foolish and so smug; now he felt eyes on him like Potter and was very uncomfortable with it. He knew they were not looking and whispering because of his amazing new haircut but because his father had been exposed as a death-eater. He would had thought that his summer would have been great with out his father but alas, it turned out dismally. Having had his heart broken had put a huge dampen on his holidays.

Draco mentally sculled himself for even thinking about Peter Welsh, for what he did he shouldn't give him the benefit on him thinking of Peter. But Draco had to admit, the loneliness was palpable. It was hard to go from loving nights with someone you cared for to nothing at all. His eyes begun to sting from tears threatening to fall, he quickly deterred his thoughts and eyes to another place. That place was the Griffindor table where the Golden Trio was sitting and in the middle was Harry Potter. Draco's body reacted before his brain could, he was walking toward the table.

Draco, what the bloody hell are you doing!

He continued to walk toward the Griffindor Table with all eyes on him and the continued whispering. Draco did not let this stop him, he had a purpose he just didn't know what it was. His mouth became dry and his throat tightened as he saw Granger's eyes boring into him, immediately setting closer to Harry as if her small frame was going to protect him. Weasly looked at Hermione's weird behavior and realized what it was. He diverted his gaze to the floor with hands in his pockets, licking his dry lips trying to come up with something to say but nothing came as he rounded a table full of glaring Griffindors.

"Hello Granger, Weasly, Potter; how was your holidays?"

Harry looked at him in disbelief, his face shaped into a sarcastic smirk. "Spectacular"

"Excellent, thats great, um Potter, can I have a quick word outside?"

"What the hell for Malfoy."

"I just want to talk..."

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm viciously, "Harry no, you don't know what he will do to you..."
"Look, I'll leave my wand here with Weasly, is that alright with you." Draco took his wand out of his robes pocket and handed it over to Ron ushering him to take it. Ron took the wand, looking at Draco with the disapproval that he always felt when looking at any Malfoy.

"Thanks, good man. Well, Harry fancy a walk outside?"

Harry got up walking slightly behind Draco out of the great hall. They walked on through the courtyard, Draco sat on a near bench and watched the moon illuminate the night sky. He gave himself a minute to breath and think of what he wanted to say. He didn't expect for him to actually come out here with him so he was short for conversation. Harry grew steadily impatient with Draco and being outside not speaking when that was the purpose of him coming out here, pissing about while he missed his pudding.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about Malfoy?" Harry said with a sigh of annoyance.

Draco directed his gaze on Harry, straightening his posture preparing himself for what he was about to say. " I just wanted to thank you for what you and your friends did last term, I don't know the particulars but I do know whatever it was you did landed by father in Azcaban and for that I owe you a great amount of gratitude." Draco let out a slow breath waiting for what would come next. He didn't know if he would be hexed or punched in the face but whatever happened he was glad to get this off of his chest.

"It's no problem, you should thank Prof. Dumbledor." Harry kicked some rocks around with his foot. He didn't really know what to say about Draco's thanks, was it a trick or something?

"Yeah, maybe. I heard about your grandfather dieing, I'm sorry to hear that. He was actually my cousin, never really knew him though, wasn't really aloud to really.

"Yeah, he wasn't a mad murder the way people thought he was, well, no he was kind of mad but not a murdering lunatic."

The silence was killing both Draco and Harry, Draco knew he wanted to say more but didn't know if it was a good idea or not.

"um, I don't want to keep you from your friends, they might piss themselves if you don't get back soon. I just wanted to say one last thing. I'm sorry for the things I've done, I have had so many ups and downs in my life so far and I'm sorry for what ever anguish I might have caused you and your friends. Maybe one day we can be friends and leave the past behind. I would really like that, and it would give me some other stimulating conversations as you can tell I don't hang around the most intelligent people in the world."

"Yeah sure, we can try. It might take some time but we will see." Harry reached out his hand, trusting that Malfoy was indeed telling him the truth. His eyes became big at the jester Harry offered him, Draco took his hand and shook it with a smile. "I guess this place is as good as any to try to start a friendship with your sworn nemesis, what do you think."

"Yeah, its odd that I offered you this years ago and here we are older and bit more wise." Harry smiled at the comment and walked off with a last hand wave.

Draco just smiled and thanked God that that had been easy, maybe this was a reassurance that he would have somewhat of a normal year at school and he would be alright.