A/N: A little short Drarry story for you all. I'm not sure how many chapters it will be yet but here's the first one! I hope you all enjoy it :) - Ritz.

Chapter One; Compelled.

Harry was angry.

No, not even that, he was infuriated.

This day had started out bad for him.

He had woken up late and Potions was their first class and had lost 30 points from Gryffindor plus a detention.

Apparently Ron had been in too much of a 'rush' to wake him up. Harry didn't bother asking why on earth Ron was in too much of a hurry, ever since he and Hermione had had officially come out as a couple, Ron has had to rush off in mornings a lot.

Harry does not want to now why.

But he thinks he knows.

Then his friends had been acting all weird and secretive the whole day and Harry hates not knowing secrets that he was sure was about him because they would look at him after whispering.

But then again, nothing had really felt normal today.

Not that things really were normal around here anymore. Not since the war.

Harry was still being stopped by other students for his autograph or a picture or to ask him how he'd done it.

And the Professors...they weren't the same. They were still shaken. Hogwarts had been the safest place in the world and then it suddenly wasn't. Of course it was even safer now than before, but Harry reckoned they would never forget the time where Hogwarts hadn't been safe.

So even though everything had changed, today, things had felt less normal than usual.

'Although,' Harry thought.

'There is one thing that hasn't changed...'

Malfoy hadn't changed.

Harry would never admit it, but it felt nice to have something that was there before the war.

Something that hadn't changed.

Well, it has changed a little.

They teased each other and made fun of each other, but it wasn't as harsh as before and Malfoy didn't call Hermione a 'Mudblood' anymore or made fun of Ron's family.

And he didn't insult Harry's parents.

And Harry and his friends didn't say stuff about his Father, who was in Azkaban.

In fact, once, Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle, had been hanging around near Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione.

Both groups had been minding their own business, until the five Slytherins had walked passed them as they left.

"Potter." Malfoy had said with a small sneer.

"Malfoy." Harry had replied, sneering right back.

"Still hanging round this loser group?" Crabbe had piped up.

Malfoy had rolled his eyes, looking like he, Zabini and Parkinson were about to keep walking, when Goyle had said,

"Probably more of a loser than his father was, if he's still friends with them."

Harry had started to stand up, but Hermione pulled him back down.

Malfoy, Zabini and Parkinson, who had taken about two steps, froze and stiffened.

All three of them turned slowly around to face Goyle and Crabbe.

Parkinson was frowning at them and Zabini looked like he was trying very not glare at them the way Hermione did when she was angry at Ron or Harry for not studying.

Then Harry had looked at Malfoy and his own anger had been replaced with surprise.

Malfoy was sneering and glaring at them in a way that Harry hadn't seen him do since fifth year.

Goyle and Crabbe, who had been laughing, stopped when they realised they were the only ones.

Malfoy and his friends had walked slowly up to them.

"What did you say? Crabbe? Goyle?" Malfoy had spat.

"Nothing..." They had both mumbled in their slow voices, looking a little scared.

"Idiots." Parkinson had scoffed, glaring.

"You know we don't talk about his parents that way. We are pass that." Zabini had said in a low angry voice.

Goyle and Crabbe had just stared. Mouths open like a fish without water.

"Don't bother sitting with us at lunch." Malfoy had said in a flat, cold voice. Like they didn't deserve to know what he felt.

And with that, Malfoy had told them to, "Run along, before I give you both detentions for being disrespectful to school grounds."

Malfoy was a prefect that year after all.

Then he had turned to leave, Parkinson and Zabini in tow, but not before turning to Harry.

With Malfoy's glare completely gone, his eyes had almost looked...sorry.

Harry had then discussed what had happened with his friends.

Harry liked to think that what he had thought was a silent agreement; had been a silent agreement they had made at the start of the year, when Harry had seen Malfoy for the first time since the hearing.

Malfoy had given him a sneer that was almost a smile, with a playful look in his eye, and Harry had poked his tongue at him childishly.

Malfoy had scoffed although he looked amused.

Then he had turned to get on the train.

But not before Harry had seen Malfoy smile a little, one that anyone could've missed, but Harry didn't.

So, yes.

Maybe everything had changed. But maybe some for the better.

Harry could say he trusted Malfoy now-not with his life, but...the trust was there. In a weird sort of way.

And really, Harry didn't know why he had thought that everything would be the same as before, especially with Dumbledore and Fred gone.

But today had just been worse.

Even Malfoy hadn't done anything. Not even looked at him.

Harry snarled at himself in the mirror.

All the other boys had gone to bed.

Harry thought he must've been in here for at least half an hour.

He sighed angrily and rolled his shoulders back, trying to relieve the tension.

Ron hadn't even wanted to play thier nightly game of chess.

They always played chess before bed.

Always.

But not tonight because, oh no, Ron was 'too tired.'

No one else had wanted to play either.

"Bastards. The lot of them." Harry grumbled.

He splashed cold water on his face before leaning against the sink. Hands on either side. Droplets of water falling form his nose and sliding down the drain.

Who was he kidding? He was too angry to just go to sleep.

He needed...

He needed to go for a walk.

Harry quietly went out of the bathroom and crept into the boys dorm.

He got out dark blue denim jeans and a plain black top and quickly got changed before he headed down the stairs, and out of the common room.

Harry knew where Hermione would be patrolling as a prefect so he knew where he should and shouldn't go.

'Why is everything just so wrong today?' Harry thought as he roamed down the hallways, half listening for footsteps.

'I mean, I saved the bloody world, didn't I?'

Harry glared at nothing in peticular.

He was just so fed up with everyone.

Harry, who was now lost in his self-pity, forgot about other prefects that might be around and that he was supposed to be half listening for footsteps as he angrily walked the hallways and so Harry jumped a little in surprise when he heard someone hiss,

"Who's there?"

Malfoy.

"Malfoy, it's just me." Harry said, his voice flat.

"Oh, hi, Potter." Malfoy said, his tone softening.

He moved closer and pulled out his wand to cast a lumos.

Harry wasn't surprised at Malfoy's tone of voice.

They were often rather to each other when no one was looking.

"What're you doing out here? You do know it's past curfew," Malfoy said.

"I know, I know. I just...needed time to think." Harry grumbled.

"I've had the worst fucking day." He added angrily.

"You're not the only one," Malfoy replied.

"It was Nott's turn to patrol tonight, but I said I'd come with him. For the same reason as you."

"Why's your day been so bad?" Harry asked curiously.

Malfoy's soft expression turned into a scowl.

"Rather not talk about." He said sternly.

Harry grunted.

That's exactly what he didn't want to hear.

People had been not-telling-him-anything all day.

"Whatever." Harry said a little angrily and glared at the wall behind Malfoy.

"Where are you going anyway?" Malfoy asked.

"I don't know..." Harry said.

Where was he going?

He thought of places he could go. Or rather, places he couldn't.

Not the forest,

Not to Hagrid's,

Not to the Quidditch field either...

"Hogsmead." Harry said triumphantly.

"Hogsmead? Now?" Said Malfoy, surprised.

"Why not?" Harry shrugged

Malfoy scoffed.

"Why not-it's almost midnight, Potter!"

"Aaaaand?"

Malfoy blinked at him.

"I know you're a Gryffindor, all brave and courageous, but won't it still be a little dangerous to have the Boy Who Lived Twice wonder around Hogsmead in the dead of night by himself?"

Harry shrugged again and found himself laughing a little.

"Probably a little...but I've been wanting to try something...and I think now would be a good time too."

"What on earth do you want to try?" Asked Malfoy curiously.

"Why don't you come to find out, Malfoy?" Harry asked with a smirk.

God, that almost sounded like flirting.

Flirting for fuck sake

Harry grimaced a little.

Malfoy's eyes widened for a second, but then he just shrugged saying,

"Sure. But only because I'm curious. Don't think I'm doing this because I actually want to hang around you, Potter."

Harry just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever you want to believe, Malfoy..." He muttered.

"I need to get changed out of these robes though," Malfoy added, ignoring Harry's comment.

Harry shrugged.

"Meet outside in ten."

"Sounds like a date." Malfoy said and smirked before rushing off.

Harry shook his head and, to his small surprise, smiled.

A/N: That's the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed. Please favourite and or review if you did! - Ritz.