Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… (I'm borrowing him from Draco…)

Note: Yay!!! For my first Harry Potter story!

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Till the End of Forever

"Knight to E4," Ronald Weasley said with an enormous smile, "and I do believe, Harry, mate, that I've won… Checkmate." His knight obeyed his orders and Ron took great pleasure in watching his knight destroy Harry's queen. This killing move left Harry's king defenseless. Harry had lost… again.

"I'll win one day, Ron… you just wait!" Harry exclaimed angrily. He hadn't been able to beat Ron since he began playing Wizard's Chess in year one. Six years of losing later left Harry with the same miserable results. Ron was just too bloody good at chess! He wouldn't let Harry win if he got on his knees and begged, which he had only tried once… Ron enjoyed rubbing his victories in too much.

"Don't worry, mate! I'm sure you'll find someone you can beat…" Ron tapped his temple as if he were thinking, "Malfoy, perhaps?" He laughed as Harry glared at him. He wouldn't get tired of picking on his best friend about his obsession for a long time.

"Shut up, you prat!" Harry yelled, throwing his broken queen at Ron's bright red head of hair. "I never should have told you about that dream… Stupid, red-headed git," he grumbled as he turned to glare out the train window. He and his friends were on the Hogwarts Express on their way to complete their last year of wizarding school. While he and Ron were sitting in their compartment, their other friend Hermione Granger was patrolling the train. She had been appointed Head Girl, an honor given to the brightest seventh year girl. Harry was proud to have such a position belong to a Gryffindor, their house. The Head Boy's position was being filled by a Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. He had pale, silvery blonde hair and stunningly gray eyes that were easily more demanding than his toned, defined body. If anyone could make first years behave and do whatever they were told, he could. Harry blushed as he thought of the blonde. He never should have told Ron about the dream he'd had about Malfoy. Nothing happened in the dream that would scream blackmail, so Harry thought he'd be safe from his friend's ridicule, but apparently he was wrong… "Honestly, Ron, will you let the dream go already?"

"Why? It must be a sign," Ron laughed as he began to wave his pale gangly arms around as if he had a crystal ball. "Dreaming about your rival…" He hummed. "You beat him in the dream?" he asked mimicking our divination professor. She was so strange that no one really believed that she actually had The Sight. Ron made fun of her so well that Harry was sorry Hermione had to miss this. She cannot stand Professor Trelawney…

"I kicked his Malfoy arse!" I laughed. Ron hummed again, closing his eyes in concentration.

"You will soon be confronted by a blonde nuisance and the sky will rain rainbow crystals…" Ron said barely able to contain his laughter. He opened one eye to look at Harry. When their eyes met they couldn't hold their laughter in any longer.

"You sounded just like Trelawney!" Harry laughed as he grabbed his sides. His eyes had begun to water from all the laughing. Ron waved his arms over the imaginary crystal ball again. The two laughed even harder. In his laughing fit Ron had knocked over their chess board, which was also ridiculously hilarious to the two teens. The board hit the ground with a loud thud and Ron's remaining pieces scattered around the compartment. One landed near the door and continued to roll out into the narrow aisle. The two laughing teens failed to hear the approaching footsteps and it was too late when a tall figure with billowing Slytherin robes and a silver Head Boy badge stood ominously in the doorway, blocking it with his height and broad shoulders. Ron quit laughing first and tried to get Harry's attention by elbowing him in the side. Harry was prepared to yell a curse at his best friend but his words were lost the moment he looked at the tall figure with Ron's chess piece in his hand.

"Would either of you like to explain this?" came the lazy drawl of Draco Malfoy. His demanding gray eyes looked at Ron before focusing on Harry. For some odd reason the way he studied him made Harry feel relaxed. A weird feeling settled into his stomach; it was almost as if he'd taken a Calming Drought. Somehow having Draco's eyes on him made him forget being angry at Ron for elbowing him and he almost felt like Draco's eyes needed to watch him and no one else… He almost pouted when Draco looked back at Ron. The feeling of ease was gone the second Draco's eyes looked elsewhere.

"Would you like to explain why you're bothering us?" Ron asked in response. He took pleasure in knowing how to piss the blonde off, answering a question with a question was one way to do it. Draco's eyebrow slightly twitched in annoyance, a trait that Harry and Ron joke about when they get especially mad at the Slytherin.

"Listen here, Weasel," Draco said with a tone that leaked authority. Harry was drawn to the tone and clung to every word as if it were gold, mentally begging Draco to look at him again. "I am Head Boy and have power over you now. Being a Prefect won't save you anymore. While I'm in charge you will cause no problems and you will be punished whenever I see you are abusing your Prefect powers. You answer to me now…" He sneered evilly at Ron and tossed the chess piece to him. "Ten points from Gryffindor for littering and five more points because you felt the need to skip the Prefect's meeting." Draco smirked at the red head's gaping mouth and looked at Harry before turning to leave, only mildly surprised at Harry's lack of an insult or retaliation.

Insulting him was the farthest thought from Harry's mind when Draco had looked at him again. The calm feeling settled back into his stomach and this time stayed even after the blonde left. Harry smiled and ignored Ron's gape. "That was strange," he whispered in a daze. Ron closed his mouth and looked at Harry quizzically. He saw Harry's eyes were slightly glazed over and looked lost, as if Harry were dreaming awake. He waved his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry shook his head and closed his eyes to clear his mind. The calm feeling was gone again and he forgot what it felt like, which left him wanting to feel it again. "What happened?" he questioned confused.

"Well," Ron started as he recovered from his angry shock, "when Malfoy walked in you got this dazed expression on your face as if you were dreaming, but you were awake. What were you thinking about?"

"I felt just fine until he looked at me… it was so strange, one minute my sides hurt from laughing so hard and then the next it felt like I'd taken a Calming Drought. The weird part was that when he looked away the feeling went away and- I don't know, I felt different… like something was wrong, almost like I thought he should look at me and me only," Harry said recalling how he felt. He couldn't really explain what happened or why, and he was baffled as to why he was confiding in Ron again; it had blown up in his face last time. "Don't you dare make some smart comment," he warned, "I'll tell the new Head Girl…" Ron paled at the threat.

"You wouldn't…" he said unconfidently. He knew Harry wasn't one to be taken lightly. If the raven-haired Gryffindor made a threat you could bet he would stick to it and that it wasn't just to scare you. "You would," Ron laughed. Harry smiled too but inside he felt like something was missing, something important…

"Do you want anything from the snack trolley?" Harry asked as he stood and pulled his money satchel from the pocket of his Hogwarts robes. He didn't know why he was suddenly impatient and couldn't wait for the trolley witch to make her usual rounds.

Ron must have thought the same thing. "Why don't you wait for her to come back this way?"

"Because I want to get a Chocolate Frog before all the good wizard cards are taken… I only need one more to finish my collection and I just remembered who it is," Harry lied. Ron was suspicious but told Harry to get him a pack of Lemon Drops anyway. Harry turned and exited their compartment. He went to the left as if he automatically knew that what he was looking for was in that direction. The problem was that he didn't know what he was looking for. Some unseen force was pulling him onwards.

Laughing and talking came from each compartment he passed, many of the voices he recognized: Ginny Weasley (Ron's little sister and Harry's fellow Quidditch player, sixth year), Neville Longbottom (one of Harry and Ron's roommates), Hannah Abbot (a seventh year Hufflepuff), and Collin Creevey (Harry's own personal number one fan, he worshipped Harry). Collin saw Harry pass by and stuck his head out of his compartment to say hello. Harry waved over his shoulder as the unknown force continued to pull him forward. It felt as if the force's pull were growing as he walked farther down the train. What was he looking for?

Just as that question popped into his mind, his feet stopped. He was right in front of a compartment with people who obviously wanted privacy because the window that would have allowed Harry to view its occupants was covered by a dark green curtain. The empty feeling that had grown since Draco had gone suddenly tripled. Harry clutched at his chest as if to ease the pain. Whatever he had been pulled to was just inside the compartment in front of him. Involuntarily his hand reached forward to grasp the handle. The pain in his chest became desperate… he needed to open the door; that would help the pain go away. He knew it would…

The longer he waited to open the door the emptier he felt. He could no longer stand it and pulled the door open fiercely. "What the hell, Potter?!" a very angry Slytherin girl yelled. "What is your problem, barging in and-"

"Pansy, be quiet," instructed a smooth voice laced with concern. "What happened to you?" Gray eyes captured Harry's and he finally realized who he had been forced to come find… Draco Malfoy.

Without warning Harry collapsed, the pain finally overtaking him. Draco immediately rushed forward to catch him and the pain was gone to be replaced by the calm feeling. Harry felt whole now and quickly recovered. He pushed Draco away and apologized for being a stupid Gryffindor who couldn't knock and bolted from the compartment.

"What in the bloody hell was that all about?" Pansy asked. "What was wrong with him?"

"Did you see the way he looked before he collapsed?" asked another of the compartment's occupants. He was very handsome with a dark complexion and smooth voice, almost like Draco's. "It was like he was empty inside."

"You saw it too, Blaise?" Pansy questioned.

"Of course he saw it, Pansy," Draco said shortly. "Do you know what this means?" he asked his two companions. They all looked at each other with concerned eyes. They discussed what needed to be done and how they were going have to keep a close eye on Harry Potter.

Draco left the compartment to do his rounds as Head Boy shortly after. Watching out for the first years was the last thing on his mind…

Their seventh year of Hogwarts was sure to be the most exciting one yet.

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NOTE: How was it for my first Harry Potter fanfic? Did it leave you wanting more? I will not post Chapter two unless I get ten or more positive reviews… so sorry to those of you who really enjoyed it and are hungry for more… maybe if you review something really nice I'll change my mind. *(hint, hint)*