My first fanfiction (: woopwoop!

Draco/Harry eventual friendship. Maybe more than friends, I haven't really decided yet. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME! I have not seen Deathly Hallows P2 and it has been a long time since I've watched any of them, so if there are mistakes, please don't point them out or criticize me for it. I am going to start reading the series so it will get more accurate as I go (: This takes place after Deathly Hallows P2. Yeah, I haven't seen it but I know Harry defeats Voldemort so im just going from there! (:

ANYWAY

I have recently become obsessed with Draco and I just had to write a story involving him…hope you like it :)

….I own nothing….

Draco Malfoy wished he could go back. He wished he could go back to when it all started, and change everything. He wished he had never looked up to his father. He wished that he had never become a death eater; never had fallen into Voldemort's trap. He wished he wasn't scarred for the rest of his life with the mark upon his arm. But most importantly, he wished he hadn't made enemies of Harry Potter.

But they were natural born enemies. Draco was a Malfoy. And, well, Harry was a Potter. Malfoy's didn't associate with many wizards. They were very high-class and sophisticated. Other wizards were nothing to them. Draco had considered Harry like him when he first saw him his first year at Hogwarts, until Harry turned down his friendship. It was damage to Draco's pride and he hated Harry since. Anyway, although the Malfoy's were feared, they were truly merely slaves to Voldemort. All because Lucius Malfoy was a coward.

To say that Lucius was bad father would be an understatement. When you abuse your only child physically and mentally, you don't exactly get a gold star for good parenthood. But Draco never complained. Because as much as he sometimes hate Lucius, he was his father and Draco was raised to respect and honor him.

Since Voldemort's defeat, the Malfoy Manor had become very tense. Everyone was walking on eggshells. They constantly lived in fear that they would be taken to Azkaban for helping Voldemort. And that news finally did come.

Lucius was in his office, where he usually spent his days now. Narcissa was keeping herself busy by reading quietly in the living room. Draco was outside, sitting on the porch, staring at his wand. He hadn't used it since the battle at Hogwarts. He wasn't sure if he planned on ever using it again. Draco heard the door opened and looked up to see his mother walking towards him. She handed him an envelope. From Hogwarts.

"What's this?" Draco asked.

"Your class will be repeated your seventh year due to last year's events," Narcissa said softly.

Draco looked down at the letter then back up at her. "They want me to come back?"

She nodded.

"What are you hiding from me?" Draco asked, noticing the sad look in her eyes.

"The ministry have decided that your father and I are guilty. We will be going to Azkaban."

Draco's eyes widened. "What about me?"

"They found you not guilty. You will be returning to Hogwarts. While you are there, they will look for a place for you to stay afterward."

Draco looked down at his feet. He knew this was coming. Yet, he wasn't ready. "Can't I stay here? I can take care of myself."

"You need to go to Hogwarts," she insisted. "I suggest you start packing. The train leaves tomorrow at eleven."

Draco looked up at her, a hint of tears in his eyes. He angrily wiped them away. Malfoy's were not supposed to cry.

"Promise me you will go to Hogwarts," Narcissa said softly. "Promise me."

All Draco could manage was a small nod.

Draco stood alone in the empty house. The ministry had come. His parents were gone. He had freed the house elves. He didn't want to be like his father, forcing them to do his work. He slowly walked up the stairs into his bedroom. With a flick of his wand, his clothes were packed. The first time he had used magic in a year. He walked back downstairs, the suitcase floating behind him. When he reached the bottom, it fell to the floor. He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.

He wore all black, just like he normally did. He bright blonde hair was neat, and he was very pale. After a couple minutes of staring at his reflection he made the decision. It was time to change. The old Draco had to be gone.

Draco didn't have anything but black clothes. And honestly, he would feel weird not wearing his normal clothes. But he did run his fingers through his hair, messing it up a bit. Then he walked back into the kitchen, grabbed his suitcase, and left.

The train station was busy, full of parents running around with their kids and people greeting friends they hadn't seen all summer. Draco stood alone, hands shoved in his pockets and head down as he waited for the train to begin boarding. He could hear people whispering about him, but he tried to ignore it the best he could.

"That's Draco Malfoy," someone whispered.

"What is he doing here? Who does he think he is, coming back to Hogwarts?"

Draco's head snapped up and his eyes met a sneering group of boys. They held his stare. After a moment, he looked away, eyes burning as they laughed and walked away. He leaned against a wall, just wanting it to end; wishing he could be back at his house, even if he was alone. He would always be alone.

The train started boarding and Draco got in line. He pretended not to notice the distance people kept from him. He kept his eyes downcast, not wanting to see the looks people were giving him. When he got on the train, he raised his head bravely, walking back to the back of the train with a confident stride. He was a Malfoy, he couldn't fall apart in front of everyone. At least that is what his father would say. Draco smiled slightly in satisfaction when he found the back of the train empty. He sat and slumped in his seat, letting the pain he felt free slightly, knowing no one could see him. He rested his elbows on the table in front of him and dropped his head into his hands. He shut his eyes and tried to erase the images of the ministry taking his parents away and of the sneering boys outside.

That's Draco Malfoy.

What is he doing here?

Who does he think he is, coming back to Hogwarts?

Draco didn't move when he heard people enter the back of the train and sit down. He didn't want people to see him. Maybe if he kept his head down, they wouldn't recognize him. The second one of them spoke, he went rigid.

"Harry, we are finally going to get to complete our seventh year!" Hermione said. "Without a single worry!"

"It feels so good," Harry agreed. "We can live normal lives for once."

Ron chuckled. "Normal life? Yeah right!"

Harry Potter. Ron Weasely. And Hermione Granger.

The Draco Malfoy hate club.

Although, things were a little better between them since Draco didn't give away Harry's identity, but they weren't exactly on speaking terms.

The three quieted down for a moment and Draco instantly knew they were looking at him.

"Are you alright?" he heard Hermione ask.

Draco looked up at them and they all gasped in surprise. "I'm fine," he said softly.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked. "You are one of the last people I expected to see back at Hogwarts."

"I'm doing the same as you," Draco snapped, sounding more like the old Draco. "I'm finishing my seventh year."

"Not that you deserve it!" a boy said, appearing in the doorway.

Draco recognized him from the group of boys from earlier.

Everyone waited for Draco's reaction. They waited for him to get up and scare the crap out of the first year kid. They waited for him to pull out his wand and scream some sort of spell at him. They waited for him to do anything.

Draco turned away from the boy and stared out the window.

Do you like it so far? Im seriously obsessed with this! If I could, I would write all night. Butttt im going to my daddios and I like never get online there. But dont worry, I will still be writing in my notebook! (: