Hello all! This is my first Drarry fic. I read them often so I thought I might give it a try.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, the wonderful world of Harry Potter is not mine. No matter how much I wish it was.

Draco sat at the sorting ceremony. Due to all of the chaos of the last year many of them had gone back to Hogwarts for their final year. He had never wanted anything to happen as it did. Closing his smoky grey eyes he repeated over and over in his head that it wasn't his fault. It was his father, living up to his father's expectations, to follow his footsteps in the dark lord's plans. Opening his eyes again he looked across the great hall to his archenemy. Harry Potter sat there watching McGonagall. She had becomes the Headmistress after the war. Surprising to him though was granger and Weasley weren't sitting anywhere near him.

Watching it Draco wondered if something had happened over the summer. When the feast began he busied himself with eating. After the final fall of the dark lord the Malfoy's lost nearly everything. That was until a vast amount of money appeared in the vault for them. Draco thought back to when the goblin had sent word that a large amount had been transfered into their vault. A strange owl arrived that day with a letter, it held few words reading. 'Use it well.' Draco and his mother would be set for a while with the amount they found.

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Harry seemed to look past McGonagall as she rambled on about the rules. He had heard it all before. He was pleased she had become the headmistress. He glanced back at his two former friends. He supposed they were right to be angry with him. It didn't seem to bother him though. He knew in his heart that it was the right thing to do. Glancing over to the Slytherin blonde he wondered if he knew who it was, who had given so much money to them. He thought back to when he had walked into Gringotts with the strange request to transer a great deal of money into the Malfoy vault.

~Flashback~

Harry walked into Gringotts. His goal in the front of his mind. Looking up at the goblin he cleared his throat. "I have a strange request. I would like to have twenty-five thousand Galleons transfered from my vault into a special vault."

"A very strage resuest indeed mister Potter. And what vault would you like to transfer this amount into?" The goblin looked at Harry. He could see that the young wizard he had met only days before his first year was troubled. "Mister Potter."

"The Malfoy vault. I dont want them knowing about who gave them the money though." The goblin looked at him as if he had sprouted a few dozen heads.

"Mister Potter, are you positive you want to do this?" Harry smiles a bit and nods.

"Yes, I do."

"Very well." He sets to fill out the paperwork then hands him a slip. "place the tip of your wand here mister Potter." Doing as he was told he saw a crest appear, it had a prancing lion in its grasp was a sword. upon inspecting it the Goblin nods. "an interesting crest you have mister Potter. The transfer will be made. Will that be all?"

"yes, thank you."

~End Flashback~

Shrugging he went back to eating. He ate quietly once in a while answering a first year's questions. When the feast was over he went to the common room. He stayed watching the fire he could hear Ron and Hermione talking between them. He knew they were whispering but he could hear them as clear as day. It had been like that since voldemort died. He learned he could walk through the strongest wards, his hearing was amazing. He found he no longer needed his glasses but he wore them mostly out of habit. Going up to bed harry lay there wondering what Draco was doing.

Draco lay on his bed wondering what his emerald eyed enemy was doing. Thoughts of how lonely he appeared at the feast normally made him smile but for some reason it caused a pain in his chest. Rolling over he grumbled and tried to go to sleep. He would deal with it in the morning. But what he didn't know was the morning would bring even bigger challenges.

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