Authoress Blah: OMG! I am soooo sorry, but I had to delete and repost my story because my computer did something stupid and combined the first and second chapters!--'I apologize, so what I am going to do is post the first two chapters, my treat. For all of you that had already reveiwed, please forgive meand reveiw again please! I will try not to mess it up this time.

Disclaimer: Do not own the characters of Harry Potter; all belong to the all powerful mind of J.K. Rowling. If I did...let us not even begin to discuss what I would have them do together! -

"Is it true?" the pale boy asked. "They're all saying down the train that Harry Potter is in this compartment. So it's you, isn't it?"

"Yes," replied Harry. He warily eyed the two boys standing on either side of the pale boy. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean, and reminded Harry of bodyguards standing next to the pale boy.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Ron gave a slight cough which may have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley."

He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry simply stared at it.

Harry looked at Draco, who was still holding out his proffered hand, to Crabbe and Goyle, who were hungrily eyeing the pile of Chocolate Frogs next to Ron, to Ron himself, who was nervously watching his every movement.

If there was a problem with shaking Draco's hand, Harry wasn't seeing it. Sure Draco may have just made fun of Ron's family, but in Harry's opinion he would always see every wizarding family the same way. Surely Ron did too. Besides, all Draco wanted was to be his friend, right? No harm in having too many friends.

He slowly took Draco's hand, and couldn't help but notice the look of hurt and defeat that had crossed Ron's face. Had he done something wrong?

Draco looked pleased with himself and with Harry. "You've made the right choice, Harry. Come with me, we've so much to talk about." He pulled Harry to his feet and sneered at Ron.

"See you later, Weasel. Oh Harry? Would you mind if I just took a few of your sweets? These two blockheads ate all mine before I could get even one."

"Err…sure," replied Harry. Crabbe and Goyle made an attempt for the pile of candy next to Ron, but Draco stopped them.

"You two can grab our new friend's things. He's coming to sit with us in our compartment," stated Draco, who was busy shoving as many sweets as he could in the pockets of his robe.

Crabbe and Goyle huffed, but did as they were told, grabbing Harry's trunk from the top of the overhead compartment and dragging them down.

As the three boys made their way out of the compartment carrying Harry's belongings, Harry turned to Ron.

"Ron, I haven't done anything wrong, have I? Ron, are you okay?"

The red headed boy didn't answer him, staring intently out the window and seemingly ignoring Harry.

"I'll be back later, I promise."

Ron didn't answer him, but continued to stare out the window.

Harry sighed, having the feeling that Ron wasn't too fond of him anymore, and stepped out of the compartment, closing the door behind him. He took one last look at the boy, who now seemed very alone, before turning to follow Draco and his gang down the train. He swore he saw a tear on Ron's face before he walked away.

After walking what seemed halfway down the train, Draco stepped into a compartment and pulled Harry in behind him and shut the door. Crabbe and Goyle put Harry's stuff into the overhead compartment alongside theirs and plopped down in the left seats, Draco sitting in the right.

"Well don't just stand there," Draco said, staring at Harry curiously, "have a seat."

Feeling very self-conscious, Harry quickly sat down next to Draco. Draco handed him one of his Chocolate Frogs from his pocket.

"So," Draco began, still staring at Harry, "where about are you from?"

"Umm…I live with my aunt and uncle and cousin in Little Whinging," Harry replied, finding his Chocolate Frog more and more interesting by the second.

Draco nodded and smirked. "Aren't they Muggles though?"

Harry fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah, they are actually."

Draco stared at him as though he had just grown another head. "You mean to tell me that it's actually true? They really are Muggles? So they never knew you were a wizard?"

Harry scowled darkly. "Oh, they knew. In fact, I was the one who didn't know what I was. I only found out because of my Hogwarts letter, although they tried to keep that from me too."

Draco made a disgusted face. "I hate Muggles. Can't stand them or anything that has to do with them. I wish Muggles didn't exist." He looked out the window for a few minutes, and then turned to Harry.

"It's getting dark, which means we're nearly there. You should get your robes on Harry."

Harry looked out the window and realized that Draco was right. The sky was slowly but surely turning a deep blue. He nodded

"Right."

He stood and brushed past the other boys in the compartment and reached up to grab the trunk with his clothes in it. Unbeknownst to Harry, Draco signaled for Crabbe and Goyle to leave.

After finally pulling down his trunk, Harry turned to see that he and Draco were alone in the compartment.

"Where are Crabbe and Goyle? They were here a minute ago," he asked, giving Draco a quizzical look. Draco was busy lowering the blinds on the compartment windows and didn't see it.

"Oh, they went to the loo. I swear those two are attached at the hip, can't do anything on their own without the other one right there. You'd think they didn't have minds of their own."

Harry smiled at Draco's joke and proceeded to put on his new school robes, placing all of his old Muggle clothing into the trunk.

Once he had put everything away, he turned to see Draco staring at him with the strangest expression on his face.

"Draco? Are you alright?" he asked, feeling his face become very warm under Draco's gaze.

Draco was about to reply when they felt the train lurch, then slow to a complete stop.

"Well, I guess we should be going. We should find Crabbe and Goyle before they get left behind," Harry stated looking down shyly at his own feet. He saw Draco's feet move forward and looked up to see that he and Draco were mere inches apart.

Draco reached his hand up and gently pushed back the hair that was covering Harry's scar. He lightly traced a soft finger over it.

"Err…D-Draco?" Harry stammered.

Draco looked down at Harry, with that same strange expression on his face that Harry saw only moments earlier.

They were both quiet for a few moments, hearing the footsteps and chatter of students passing their compartment to get off the train, before Draco spoke.

"I wish you good luck, Harry," he said quietly. Then he leaned forward and softly kissed Harry's scar. Harry felt a strange fluttering sensation in his stomach when Draco did this. Then Draco turned around and slid the compartment door opened and left, leaving behind a very confused and very red Harry.

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