Wee, I have a new story, under the category of Harry Potter, go me. Anyways, this is shonen-ai Drarry(Draco/Harry). There's a useless key that I just added in for no reason:

o o: Different Time.

Same Place

x x- Same Time

X- Different Place

Ron opened the compartment door and stepped in, Hermoine right behind him. He spotted Harry sitting on his own, looking out the window.

"Harry, pal. How you-" Ron stopped when he got the full view of his friend.

Harry had turned around to face the person who had called him. His hair had fallen past his shoulders, framing his now thinner face. But what had caught Ron was his eyes, those usual full-of-life orbs were now dull lifeless eyes, no emotion whatsoever in them.

Hermoine rushed past Ron, gasped, and sat in front of Harry.

"Harry, you alright? You look a little down," Hermoine asked concerned.

"A little?" Ron sat down beside Hermoine.

Harry didn't reply but instead turned around and continued studying the passing landscape.

"Do you have any idea what's wrong with Harry," Hermoine whispered.

"I don't know, he didn't come to The Burrow and he didn't reply to any of my letters," replied Ron

"He didn't reply to mine either," she sighed, " do you think it has something to do with Sirius' death?"

"I think-" Ron was cut off when the door to the compartment flew open and in came in Draco Malfoy walked in, Pansy Parkinson, Crabble, and Goyle shadowing him.

"Well if it isn't the Golden Trio," Draco sneered, cynicism laced into his voice.

"Shove off, Ferret" Ron said, looking away.

"Why should I listen to a blood traitor, Weasel?" Ron's ears turned red, he slammed the window with his fist and stood up.

"Ooo, I'm so scared. What the weasel gonna do." Draco laughed, "Mudblood, better tell your boyfriend to cool down before I do it for him,"

Hermoine flinched, Ron's hand flew beneath his robes.

"Stop it," a small yet mesmerising voice instructed.

Every eye turned to Harry, who slowly turned towards Draco Malfoy.

"Please leave," Harry said again, eyes landing on Draco whose pale skin turned pink.

Harry didn't speak again, he turned around to face the window. Pansy, Goyle and Crabbe turned and started for the door. Draco still stood there, looking at the Boy-Who-Lived with a kind of sorry, pitiful look. Harry turned around to face Draco. Their eyes locked and for a single moment the emotion returned to Harry's eyes. A light blush slowly crept across Harry's face who immediately turned to inspect the moving landscape. Draco turned around and literally ran out of the compartment.

"Well that was weird," Hermoine said.

oXo

"And welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said raising his goblet.

A cheer rang through the Great Hall, excluding Harry.

"It's so cool you know. We're in Sixth Year. One more year to go in Hogwarts." Ron said with food still in his mouth.

"Yes, it's nice, but all the studying we have to do for the exams. And stop talking while eating," Hermoine replied.

"You should feel right at home, Moine" Ron laughed.

Hermoine frowned at Ron, then turned to Harry.

"Harry you should eat something, it's a feast. And I know for a fact that normally you and Ron would stuff your faces full."

Harry didn't reply nor did he eat. He just started straight at… well nothing, he just started at nothing. Then he turned his head to the Slytherin table and his eyes filled up with a deep longing.

Then Harry got up and left the Great Hall

oXo

"Have any of you seen Harry anytime?" asked Ron as he came into the Gryffindor dorm.

"Nope," replied Dean and Seamus in unison.

"I haven't seen him either," Neville said.

"Where could he be?" Ron said to no one.

xOx

Harry looked out at the lake, emptying his head of feelings and thoughts. Emotion slowly returned to his eyes.

"So peaceful," he said to himself, "so serene, so beautiful"

He crouched and touched the water, smiling at the coolness. The wind blew softly. He stood up. Harry closed his eyes and took in the calming scent of the lake.

His hair whipped across his face. The moonlight draped around Harry's silent figure, bringing out his femininity. His frail frame, small statue, his slim body.

"I wish I could tell Ron and Hermoine about this place," he sighed, "I wish he were here with me."

He raised his head tot eh moon, took a deep breath, and moved his arms upwards. The grass moved as if parting. And up rose numerous species of flowers, but all were beautiful.

oXo

"Harry, where were you last night?" Ron said as he spotted Harry eating at the Gryffindor table

Harry didn't reply.

Ron was about to ask again when Hermoine, from her seat next to Harry, said,

"Don't try, I asked the same thing but he just blanked me,"

Ron sat on the other side of Harry.

"Harry what the hell is wrong with you, at least you're eating but could you like talk to us."

Harry still didn't reply. Ron got up to leave.

"I don't wanna talk," the same soft voice that they'd had heard once, on the train, "it hurts" the voice was Harry's. Ron hastily sat back down.

"What do you mean it hurts? You got a sore throat?" Hermoine replied.

Harry smiled, "No, talking hurts my mind," he stood up, "Potion class starts soon, we don't wanna be late.

Hermoine sat there, contemplating what Harry had just said, there was no possible way in which talking would hurt a wizard's mind, or was there. Later she'd go to the library. She stood up and followed Harry.

"At least he's talking to us, " she said to her boyfriend.

Ron nodded in reply.

Ron opened the door tot eh potions room, allowing Hermoine and Harry into the class then he followed.

"Late for lessons are we? Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape said knowing well that the trio were right on time.

Ron started to speak but Harry stopped him,

"That's nice Sir." Harry walked over to an empty seat and motioned for his two friends to come sit next to him, leaving everyone in the room stunned and silent.

Normally Harry would say something like "but Sir, we were right on time," etc. Never before had Harry just left it like that, but at least it shaved off some of Snape's ego.

Onto other pressing matters. Today you'll be making Memory Restoration potion. The potion when used with the appropriate conduct restores a persons memory, but it only last a short time."

Neville slowly raised his arm.

"Yes Longbottom?"

"Why exactly are we making this potion, I mean we don't even have a parson who has memory lose and from whom we need valuable information."

"Ten points from Gryffindor for asking such a ridiculous question. Well you see, Longbottom," Snape spoke with intolerance, " the potion is mainly used by Aurors to get information, but none of you have what it takes to be an Auror, fine maybe a Slytherin or two, so I shouldn't really be teaching this to you."

"You'll be working in pairs and after that I'll give you the instructions. Granger and Weasley. Zabini and Longbottom…."

Snape went on and on…

"… Goyle and Patil. Finnigan and Thomas." Snape stopped, looking at the two remaining students, "Potter and Malfoy,"

Apologetic and sorrowful looks were directed at Harry. Eyebrows and coughs were the response of the Slyterins.

"Sir, I don't think that would be such a good idea," Draco said.

"Well Malfoy, you two have to be together for there's simply no one to work with," Snape replied not thinking about how much Draco would be affected by what he said next.

"It seems I forgot about you," Snape looked up, speaking without remorse nor regret.

Eyes widened and jaws went slack at what Draco's godfather has just said. The only persons who were unaffected by this was Draco, who could not afford to show his hurt, for it would make him look soft. The other person was Harry whose reason wasn't personal nor did it have anything to do with his image but all the same Harry didn't want to share it with anyone.

Snape stood up from his desk and stood in front of the class.

"Now turn to page 94 in your Potions books and –" Snape looked up, "yes Miss Granger?"

"But I thought that that was the Emotion Altering Potion, a potion used to change peoples feelings, that's on that page?" Hermoine asked.

"I thought that I said "turn to page 94". Ten points from Gryffindor for not doing as instructed."

Hermoine groaned.

"Wall Granger if you have turned to the specified page I'll continue. Now look at the ingredients needed, few adjustments need to be made. Start to make notes now"

"Where it says "I Dragon's-Bane" you'll need two not one. After mixing in the grimpond salt, put in Hadeshorn root and stir four times. Four times not less nor more, if stirred less than four times the potion will give one a concussion, while if stirred more than four times you get amnesia.

"Also instead of Adderman's heart, I want you to put in one seed of black poppy, just one for black poppy seeds are very, very explosive. Add, after the black poppy, myesdraron flower, a blue and cream flower with five petals in all.

"If all the instructions are followed correctly, there should be a cyan coloured liquid in your cauldrons. Then I shall explain what to do next."

Snape walked back to desk and sat back down. Normally he would walk around the classroom, making unwanted comments about a person's potions.

Something was right about Snape. First forgetting about his godchild, now this?

The class got on with their potions, working faster than normal since Snape didn't come to give each of them a random lecture.

Harry and Draco worked in silence. Occasionally students looked up and at them- they were at the back of the classroom. They ware a odd catching pair, not fighting or arguing as they normally did. They did not talk or look at each other. But what made them stand out was how good Draco and Harry looked together. They were opposites and opposites always almost looked good together. Everything about them was opposite. Draco's shoulder length white blonde hair, grey eyes, pale skin and tall muscular frame contrasting from Harry's well-below-shoulder, over excessively dark hair, dull green eyes, his tanned skin and small slim body.

Pansy seemed almost jealous whenever she looked at the matching pair.

The class was quite and peaceful that morning, that is until Snape came around to inspect the potions.

Severus stood up from his chair and walked around the classroom, nodded at potions that were okay, frowning and making comments at potions gone wrong.

It had been a good lesson, Severus thought, most pupils had gotten the potion right, including Longbottom.

He moved towards his godchild's cauldron, but as he moved his robes got caught on Neville's ladle. Snape, thinking Longbottom was responsible for the slight increase in weight of his robes, turned. The peed at which he turned caused the robes to fly to Snape's back. And with it came the ladle. The spoon went flying through the air, emptying its contents in the process. It landed in Harry's cauldron, splashing cyan coloured liquid onto the face and hair of the unfortunate person standing in front of the cauldron. The person was Harry.

The boy would be alright, if he didn't swallow the potion and if the words that needed to be said weren't said, Snape thought again.

A cyan droplets of potion slid down Harry's nose and unto his red kissable lips and down his throat.

Nothing happened at first, then Harry's eyes grew blank and dilated. He clutched his head, pain was written all over his face. He then fell to his knees, groaning and screaming. Every eye in the class had been trained on Harry. He screamed and then slumped to the ground, unconscious.

The class was shocked and stunned for the second time that day. No one spoke. Snape came to his senses first.

"Draco take Potter to Pompfrey. I'll stay here to find out what caused that reaction in him."

Snape got out his wand from the midst of his dark robes. Draco bent to pick Harry up. The dark haired boy was quite light and fitted perfectly in Draco's arm. Draco walked towards the door.

Hermoine and Ron stood up to follow Harry.

"And where do you two think you're going?" Snape didn't even look up at the two.

"Well we're going with Harry," replied Ron.

"He is our friend, Sir." Hermoine added

"I clearly remember saying only Draco's name, not yours. Get back to your potions now"

Ron scowled.

Draco was already out the door. The Harry stirred but didn't wake. Draco looked down at the unconscious boy's face.

Harry's eyes were closed lightly. His bangs covered his forehead, obscuring his scar. His lips were slightly open, looking like an excessively cute 6 year old who wanted to suck on his finger. Any expression of pain had been wiped off his face so that he looked like he was asleep.

A thought flashed through Draco's mind. He looks so cute.

Draco immediately dismissed the thought.

Then the strangest thing happened. Harry, still sleeping, leant up and placed one around Draco's neck, the other was placed on Draco's chest, right on his heart and then he snuggled in close. Heat rushed to Draco's cheeks. Harry's waist had somehow found its way to the older boy's groin. Feeling blood rushing southwards Draco blushed even more.

Fortunately for him, the infirmary was just in front of him. He walked in. Madame Pompfrey saw him and motioned towards an empty bed. Draco walked towards it and placed Harry on the bed. He turned to out but something held him back. He turned. It was Harry. The sleeping boy had somehow gotten Draco's hand in his. The hand was cold.

"Well looks like someone doesn't want you to leave," Madame Pompfrey laughed.

Draco blushed. He seemed to be doing a lot more of that that he usually did.

"But I need to go."

"But he doesn't want you to go. stay for his sake."

The nurse walked off to go get something.

Draco looked back at Harry. Draco, using his free hand, brushed Harry's out-of-place bangs back into place.

He withdrew his hand as if he's just placed it in fire. What am I doing? The young Lord Malfoy-to-be asked himself. I'm not supposed to show tenderness towards Potter. The same Potter who stole the fame and glory that was right fully mine, not to mention he sent my father to Azkaban. Draco looked down at Harry's face. But he's so cute.

Draco's hand rose to cup Harry's cheek, as if on it's own accord. Draco caught himself. What's happening to me? Am I going soft? What kind of spell has Ha-Potter put on me?

He turned round to leave, forgetting that Harry was still holding his hand. Then, when he was stopped, he turned back again, leant down to meet Harry's face.

"Look Potter… let go of my hand. I have way more important stuff to do. And people will start making conclusions because I've stayed too long with you. Not that I care. Thing Is Potter, I care more about my reputation than I do someone whom I hate. So… so… please let go of my hand."

Have I stooped that low? No Malfoy should ever plead. Draco was thinking.

He had wanted to wrench Harry's hand away, but something had stopped him at that precise moment.

Harry let go of Draco's warm hand. He had somehow heard Draco.

Draco drew back and walked out of the infirmary, leaving a trail of sadness behind.

oOo

When Madame Pompfrey came back, all she found was an unconscious boy laying in a bed, tears running down his face.

Yea finished my first Harry Potter fic, woo. Hope you like it. RR nn. Next chapter will come up soon as I'm writing it in my note book right now.