Summary: Ignores HBP & DH, It's Harry's 6th year and everything is just becoming too much for him, but Harry wasn't the only one feeling the pressures of the world. Arguments and intense fight occur between the two, but eventually they learn to tolerate each other as something else begins to form between them as - nothing else matters.

Couples: DmxHp, RwxHg, HpxGw

A.N. this is my first fic that will not die cuz the other was removed from here by I also do not own HP….I just wish I did and I would have Draco and Harry all over each other all the bloody time. Now that I have mentioned that I must announce that there will be malexmale relations throughout this fic so if you become offended easily I wouldn't recommend reading this one.

Nothing Else Matters

Prologue

Harry sighed as he made his way towards a compartment noticing on the way that there was barely anyone around him just mainly staff, but then again he was much earlier than he usually was. His uncle had felt like dropping him off early not that he cared if it meant he would be away from his relatives only a minute earlier he would have jumped on it. It was almost 9 a.m. and the train didn't leave till 11 a.m. so it seemed he had a bit of time to kill.

Harry looked around the compartment as he entered it and made his way over to the bench, propping his back up against the window and bringing his legs up onto the bench in a resting position. Harry crossed his arms over his chest and let his hair droop a bit in front of his eyes, before closing his eyes and thinking of just what his life was starting to become. His only father figure in the world had just been killed and the year before that Cedric was murdered…and everything was his fault. He was a freak, a nuisance to society just like his Vernon and Petunia said he was. Harry began to wonder as to why in the hell he was meant to stay alive, his mind drifted as to what life would have been like for the wizarding world if Harry and Voldemort had died at the same time. Cedric would still have lived and Sirius would still be alive.

His Aunt and Uncle were absolutely wretched this summer and just having Sirius's death over his dead surely didn't help their abuse whether it was physical or mental, normally Harry would have brought up, Sirius telling them that Sirius would get them if they didn't lighten up, but…he couldn't bring himself to even bring up such a subject, let alone utter his godfather's name out loud, without reality slapping him in the face that he was dead and that he would never see him again.

Harry's concentration broke as he heard his compartment door slide open causing his eyes to snap open and look up at the intruding figure only to meet the dark gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.

Draco had a rough year himself, his father constantly being investigated by the ministry only to inevitably be placed in Azkaban. Draco didn't know what to think of that particular situation. He was furious at Potter for putting him in jail, but at the same time he couldn't help, but chuckle that the man finally got what he deserved. He managed to find out that the 'Dark Lord' was indeed a half-blood, and he just couldn't picture his father kneeling and kissing the Dark Lord's robes, but….he did in fact did, and it disgusted him that the man he idled was groveling and ass kissing a half-blood, he was beginning to become as low as a Weasley.

Draco had received notification that by late spring he would be receiving his dark mark…and to tell the truth, he didn't even know what to think. Would disobeying his father's direct order bring dishonor upon his family name and legacy or would it damage it by accepting the dark mark and kneeling before a half-blood? He honestly saw no reason to join that lunatic; there was nothing in it for him or at least nothing that he could directly see. The Dark Lord was only focuses on killing Potter so was he going to risk everything his family had become; everything his family had earned in order to follow some lunatic's obsession?

Draco had figured he would head out to the train station earlier than usual so he could have some privacy before he was bombarded with questions by his house mates. Draco sighed and made his way along the compartments picking one and sliding open the door, not even having bothered to glance through the window beforehand to see if anyone was inside. Draco jerked back suddenly as he realized that someone was indeed inside, but didn't recognize the person until that person looked up and his gray eyes met the emerald green of Potter.

"Potter…." Draco said through clenched teeth as he glared at his rival with a heated gaze.

"Malfoy…I see you're still the ass hole, but right now I'm not in the mood for your bull shit so please if you don't mind find another compartment. I'm sure they're all pretty much empty." Harry said with an even tone, but he couldn't help but feel curious as to why Malfoy was also this early. Phh…it didn't matter; it was just Malfoy after all.

"Aww…little icky Potter wanna be alone so he can whine and mope about his blood traitorous dog father's well deserved death." Draco said with a chuckle as a smirk begun to form on his lips.

Harry's eyes instantly narrowed getting up and moving towards Malfoy grabbing his shirt and twisting it in hand pushing Malfoy against the nearest wall. "I suggest you shut your face on that subject that's if you know what's good for you." Harry he felt his anger build up more and more within him at the idea of someone as low as Malfoy insulting and even mentioning the one man who truly loved him for who he was and not what he was.

Draco was startled for a second, but his smirk still stayed in place as he regained his composure. "You really need to control that temper of yours, Potter; it could get you into some serious trouble…maybe even get people killed." Draco kept up his smirk as he raised an eyebrow at the other knowing that he just hit a soft spot within him. Potter could insult his father and that he was in Azkaban, but it wouldn't matter, at this point in his life, he just didn't care anymore. "So why don't you grow up Potter and calm down that damn temper of yours, let me go and realize that the world does not revolve around your sorry fucking ass." Draco said in a calm tone, not scathing, sarcastic or arrogant just a factual one, it almost seemed that there a hint of a pity in it that Potter just couldn't keep his temper and other emotions in check enough to think and prevent causalities to his friends and whatever family that now remained.

Harry stood there startled at what Malfoy had said to him. Malfoy hadn't said anything insulting, he just spoke the truth and it was painful for him to stand there and listen to his rival speak this to him. Harry loosened up his grip on Malfoy before just stepping back and letting go of the other's shirt and stepping back into his compartment. "You're right….now do me the favor and leave me alone." Harry said in an almost whisper life fashion as he looked away from Malfoy towards the window.

"Whatever Potter," Draco said as he adjusted his clothes so that he looked semi presentable. Draco looked towards Potter and shook his head, "You're pathetic….god knows you won't beat the Dark Lord the way you are now. You Might as well just let him kil-"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" Harry yelled as he turned his body towards Malfoy glaring at him as he was a few seconds from reaching for his wand and hexing Draco into the next oblivion. "What the fuck do you know!? Your father is a fucking death eater who kisses the dark lord's feet, begs, grovels and does that man's every fucking demand like some mongrel! I'd rather die before bowing to that man's feet….and you call me pathetic…you should look at your own before looking at others Malfoy."

Just like he hit home with Potter, Potter had hit home with him. They were both the same yet different and he didn't realize it until now. Draco shook his head and waved his hand towards Potter once again before turning his back towards him. "Maybe you're not the person I thought you were…see you around." Draco couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face as he left a stunned Potter in his wake as he found his own compartment.

Harry watched the other leave him and he stood there utterly confused, what the fuck had Malfoy meant that 'he wasn't the person he thought he was….' What the fuck? Harry shook it off and made his way back to the bench cuddling and adjusting himself against the wall laying down closing his eyes once again letting his mind take him anywhere from his current reality.

A.N.: This is just a prologue so the other chapters will be much longer Let me know whatcha think and no I do not have a beta….I dun have those type of connections and please excuse the grammar misusage…I'm on summer break and my brain shuts down for that period of time. Please review the more reviews I get the faster I normally work.