A/N

Hey! So this is a new story I'm working on for the Harry Potter Universe except it's an Alternate Universe, so it's an AU! Though I haven't really figured out how everything's going to go. I'll probably figure out sooner or later. Meh.

So I hope you enjoy the first chapter of…The Unlikely Bond

Warnings: Nothing really just a flash back and what not!

Somebody falls in love,
Somebody breaks a heart
We never fell in love
We only fell apart

I'm gettinglonely,

I need somebody to hold me
I thought I'd never miss her
She cut me out o f her pictures

I've never really given much thought on 'love at first sight' or the like. But then again I was eleven when I met him, when he turned my world upside down and made me fall for him. Even if I was eleven at the time but I guess love isn't about how old you are or how young you are. It's just based on what your heart is feeling. Then again I waseleven so it's not a surprise love never caught my short attention span.

I mean I suppose I should have noticed love. If you looked my parents, who were undoubtedly madly in love with each other, you could see the very definition of love between the two; James and Lily Potter. If you couldn't then you were either blind or dense, whichever came in which ever order. Anyways where ever they are now, I'm sure there looking down on me…at least I hope.

Back to him, I never ever, ever thought I'd find myself falling in love with him, let alone at first sight, but I did and it's strange really. I mean who could love such a stuck-up pompous arse? Granted he never shows that side to me, I mean when he's suddenly not putting up a front or just being an arsehole for the hell of it. But I mean to others he's very harsh and cold-hearted…so maybe that's why I fell for him, the Ice Prince Draco. He can be a cold-hearted arse but when he's with me…he's…he's not like that.

Maybe I should explain more, Draco is an actual prince next in line for the crown to be precise. So how did I, Harry Potter, become (best) friends with Draco Malfoy? And how did I fall for him so abruptly? I mean after all I'm sure as hell not royality, I'm just a wealthy pauper who happens to be first class because of my family's wealth. The thing is I met, well bumped into him, when I was eleven.

~Flash Back

"Mum can I go outside?" I ask placing my innocently sweet smile on my face, my Mother's in the kitchen currently putting away the dinner dishes.

She turns to me, a sweet smile adoring her equally sweet and lovely face, "That depends on what you and Ronald are planning to do. No pranks I hope?" she inquires, chiding me slightly.

Flushing I bashfully grab the back of my neck, "N-no we're not playing together today. His Mum is having him stay home today…something about being cached up on his lessons."

"Oh. Well alright dear. In that case come home before the sun starts to drop in the sky. Here's a couple of knuts and sickles." She drops two silver and bronze coins in the palm of my hand, with a soft kiss on my forehead she turns back to what she was doing.

I beam and smile, "Thanks Mum, I promise to be back before dark. Don't forget to tell Dad okay?" she nods and I hurriedly slip on my dark green emerald cloak and fasten the leaf broach across my chest. With a fond smile I slip outside, skip down the pebbled pathway and out of the picket fence which I close behind me. My Mum gets mad when I forget to shut it behind me.

In all honestly I'm planning on going to the candy shop and buy me some sweets and go hide somewhere. My Mum truly detests it when I have sugar in me, she says it makes me too hyper and too out of control. It doesn't stop me from having them or having my Dad slip me some without her noticing, though of course she figures it out when I'm off my rocker…then Dad gets a scolding. It's quite entertaining to watch.

Sticking my hands in my pockets, the coins jingling in said pocket, I continue on my intended path to Plumberries Sweets. Smiling to others, I continue walking not really paying attention so I couldn't have seen this coming, not until it ran smack into me sending me sprawling onto the ground with a pained cry and breathe whooshing out of my throat. Groaning, I turn onto my side and start coughing as air returns to my lungs hearing a curse draws my attention to my cement buddy, I sit up and turn to him.

What greets me is a figure shrouded by a hood covering his face, getting to my knees I gently touch his arm frowning, "Are…are you okay?"

The figured in the black cloak rudely slaps my hand away and quickly stands up, a gust of wind blows his hood off. I'm shocked to find a young looking face peering back at me, except its more like he's glaring instead of peering. But I can't help but think that the young looking face will be quiet handsome when he gets older, with his unique silver-blue eyes…or is it gray? Or maybe his fine blond hair will be the catch of the day, either way it doesn't really matter. He'll be quiet handsome when he gets older.

For some weird reason my heart decides to thump loudly in my chest as I get to my feet, "A-are you alright?" I repeat softly feeling a little worried. I'd hate to have him hurt because of me.

"I heard you commoner!" I gape in shock; well his voice certainly doesn't match his looks.

"Well, are you okay then?"

"I was fine until I bumped into you!" my eyes widen a little at his ice tinted words, what a prat.

"Well sorry for being bumped into, you could have watched where you were going!"

"Tsk- I don't have time for this." With that said he pulls his hood back on and turns abruptly around before taking off, leaving me feeling confused and annoyed.

"H-HEY! I'M NOT DONE!" I shout after his retreating figure before taking off after him.

I don't care what his problem is the least he could do is apologize for being a prat. I mean all I did was ask if he was alright, s'not like I was being mean about it. In fact I was being really nice about it, last time I see if he's okay that's for sure. He's being a prat and he will say sorry to me, with that thought in mind, I pick up my pace, determined not to loose sight of the blond.

I have no idea how long, I've been chasing him but as quick as I found him I lost him. I mean he was right in front of me and then he was gone, what the heck? Feeling annoyed I stop running only to look around with a deep frown. Placing my hands on my hips I sigh, how could I loose him so easily? He wasn't even that far ahead of me, so how? It's not like he just magically poofed away or something!

Letting out a frustrated sigh I frown some more, "If I ever see him again…" I trail off not willing to finish that sentence. Whatever I suppose I'll just back track and head on home, getting sweets doesn't seem nearly as fun. Besides its almost dark and I'd rather not be in the bazaar when the sun goes down.

Swirling around I cross my arms and start walking back the way I came. Only to suddenly have a tight arm wrap around my middle and a hand covering my mouth, with a startled cry I'm yanked back into the shadowy alcove. With a turn I'm slammed against the thin alcoves wall, breathe whooshed out of me once again, the hand is still firmly placed over my mouth.

In front of me is a hooded figure, the same hooded figure that slammed into me, the same hooded figure who got me in this mess in the first place! Narrowing my eyes I slap his hand away, "Hey! I've been looking for you! Apologize to me this instant! I did not deserve your meaness!" Huffing I point a figure at him while my other hand landed on my pushed out hip.

He pulls his hood off and returns my glare just as fiercely except it rivals my own, "Will you stop fallowing me if I say I'm sorry?" he demands, "I don't have time to deal with a brat, nonetheless a kid."

I blink then look away, "Well yeah that's why-hey I'm not a brat! I'm eleven! Brats are for younger kids!"

He coolly looks at me, "Then don't act like one and I won't treat you like one."

"How am I acting like a brat?" I ask voice rising slightly, "The one that's acting like a brat is you! All I did was ask…well demand an apology! That's not so much to ask-mmf-"

"The boy slapped his hand over my mouth and pressed his body against mine, successfully pinning me to the wall. He yanked his hood up and slightly turned slightly to the left. A weird fluttery feeling starts to stir in my gut because of the close proximity between us. I feel my cheeks heat up for some weird reason, I frown.

'I must be getting sick.' I thought.

Clack Clack

It's a faint sound but it's distinguished, raising my brows I look at the nameless male. His gray steely eyes lock with my mine before he sighs removing his hand from my mouth, "Do something for me and I'll apologize."

"Depends on what it is." Our voices are hushed whispers.

"There's two or maybe three guards coming this way-"

"So?" he glares at me and I close my mouth.

"I'm going to push you out of this alcove. When that happens they are going to inquire about me. I want you to say you've never seen me before. Can you do that for me?"

"Why are you running from the guards? Did you steal something-"

"I don't steal, I don't need to steal. I can buy anything I want. Now will you do that for me?" I nod slowly and before I can ask or say anything, he shoved me, hard, out of said alcove.

My balance is none existent so you can imagine that instead of catching my balance gracefully, I tumble onto the ground banging my knees on the stone floor. Crying out I bite my bottom lip, he didn't need to shove me so hard, that prat. He could have gently pushed me out into the open or something. Now he owes me two apologies.

Slowly, I push myself and wince at the slight throbbing in my knee caps. I'm positive the fall broke the skin over my knees; he will most definitely apologize now. Touching my knees gently I finally straighten myself out sighing.

"Hey you over there!"

Jerking my head up I step unconsciously back as I notice the royal guards, there royal because there adorned in the royal colors: silver, green, and white, walk smoothly over to me. So that's the weird clacking sound I hear, it's from there metal boots. Swallowing nervously, I glance at the two male guards approaching me. One has black hair and the other has brown hair, the brunet looks oddly familiar though.

"Ah, uhm y-yes?"

"Your name?" the male with brunette hair asks gently, a smile on his face.

"Harry," I supply easily, I still get the feeling that I know said brunette from somewhere.

"Last name?" the blackette asks gruffly and instantly I hate him. Don't know why though.

"Potter, Harry Potter."

"Oh! You're James and Lily's boy! I haven't seen you since you were a little tike, I'm Remus Lupin. You probably don't remember me but that's alright, as I've said you were quiet young back then." He grins and I grin back, albeit awkwardly. Well at least the name sounds familiar.

"Enough! Boy we have something to ask you."

Flinching I nod nervously, "What…what is it?"

"We are looking for someone. He's two years older than you. Blond hair and probably wearing a cloak and in hiding. Have you seen him?"

Giving him a blank look I raise my brow and cross my arms, "Not to be mean or anything…but there is a lot of blond haired people here in Godricks Hallow. Also if he's in hiding I wouldn't be able to see him. That's the point of hiding right?"

Remus Lupin hide and amused smile behind his hand while the blackette looks really furious. I don't understand why he would be, I was only telling the truth. If someone's hiding the point is not to be found and there usually not, unless you stumble upon them or literally bump into them. Like I did.

"So you have not seen him, Harry?" Remus asks and I nod.

"No, I'm sorry. I haven't. Who are you looking for anyways?"

"No one that concerns you." The blackette says harshly and I sigh.

"Oh. Well he must be of some importance if the royal guards are looking for him."

Than it hits me. Oh my God the male is from the Royal Family. He has to be the Prince, he has to be Prince Draco! That jerk is in so much trouble. Now I understand why he acts the way he does, he's a spoiled pampered prat. Huffing I cross my arms and mumble prat under my breath.

The blackette drew me out of my musings by suddenly swirling around and walking off, his black cloak swirling with him. With a smile Remus fallows after the cranky male and I watch them disappear around a corner before turning my full attention back to the alcove with the hidden Prince.

"You can come out now there gone."

The blond, now the Prince Draco, steps out of said covering coolly, his stormy eyes are drawn together in annoyance and his lips are a thing straight line, "Annoying." He mutters.

"Hey! I'm not annoying!"

"Not you moron, the guards that wont leave me alone."

I bite my bottom lip before narrowing my eyes at the Prince, "Stop calling me names and being mean to me! I don't care if you're the Prince but down here we treat everyone with respect! We don't look down on others because of there status! Its rude and uncalled for so stop being a prat!" I finally shout.

He looks at me for a while before smirking, which for some reason fits perfectly on his young face, "I like you Harry Potter. Should we meet again you have my respect. Until then its time for me to go." He turns around and once again covers his face with the hood.

"W-Wait what about my apology?"

I'm surprised to hear a chuckle come from him, "Right I said I would. Sorry for being rude to you."

~End Flash

Well as luck would have it we bumped into each other a week later and became friends, after much insults passing between us. I wasn't aware of my feelings for him 'till I turned fifteen. I'm sixteen now and I have unrequited feelings for my best friend, which is so horrible cliché that it makes me wince every time I think of said feelings.

It's like I'm in one of those overly cheesy highly cliché novels, that my Aunt Petunia likes to read. With the main character falling head-over-heels in love with his or her best friend. But unlike me, it'll never end with Draco returning my feelings and me and him living happily ever after. But yet it still strikes a cord for me every time I hear my Aunt talking about the latest book with my Aunt Marge. How the character will never tell there best friend how they feel about them, for fear of running there friendship. Then through out the whole book you get a jealous, angst, and depressed character that will do anything for there beloved. And then at the very end, there said best friend magically returns there feelings and BAM happily ever after.

Sadly, my life is not molded and created around a book and it just so happens that my best friend is a Prince. So my feelings are much worse then any other books can imagine. And I'm positive he's way out of my league anyways and besides, I would never do anything that would ruin his reputation or cause a scandal for him. That's something I could never and would never do to him. Besides he's a Prince and I'm a pauper, he's a male and I'm a male. He's next in line for the crown and I'm just here, we could never be together even if he wanted us to be. He has to produce heirs and let's face it I can't really give him the heirs he needs, considering I'm a male.

Sighing sadly I comb my fingers through my hair. Yet…I still can't help but wish, wish so desperately for him to return my feelings and give up everything for me. But it's a fools wish, I know Draco enough to know that he'd never consider refusing the crown he has to much pride in the Malfoy name to do so. And I respect him to much to have him do that for someone like me.

Take a look at the world around you
Can you see the desperation?
Take a look at the world around you
Can you see the life your living?

Somebody tells the truth, somebody lives a lie
I can see right through, the story is in your eyes
I know what they're saying, there is no need for explaining
There will be nothing better
Than when I burn all your letters

A/N

Song: The World Around You; Papa Roach

Hmm, so how did you like it? I know its short but I wanted to get this chapter posted. Anyways this will be nothing like my In Which Harry Occupies His Lap story. It'll be quiet different. No drabbles every chapter will take place after the first chapter.

Anyways like I said, I've no idea where this is going. I have a few thoughts bubbling in my mind so I've just gotta decide how I want this to go. So it'd be much appreciated if you could please tell me what you think and what your thoughts are. Also this will be a serious fanfic, it will not be as humorous (laugh if you like, I know I'm not funny. Lol) as IWHOHL and it won't be rated mature either…well maybe it all depends on how it decides writes it's self.

~Lovely

p.s: I hope you enjoyed it~!