So I started this story with my friend a few years back and I wanted to show it off. Tell me what you think but be nice about it please. In other words, use constructive criticism. Thanks.

Warning: This will be a yaoi. As in male X male. If you don't like, feel free to run. If you do, then hop aboard the Hogwarts Express!

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own any characters in this story. They all belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot is mine.

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy, the Lord-Heir of the Malfoy family, frowned as he unconsciously walked through the halls of Hogwarts.

When he arrived here for his sixth year after the train ride, he immediately looked for the Gryffindor Golden Boy he's been obsessing over since fourth year, not that he would admit to that statement. Only his closest friends would know about that. Yet when he walked through the Great Hall's doors and looked to the Gryffindor table, he saw no Potter. Even his friends seemed distressed, or at least Granger seemed to be. The mudblood looked near tears, yet weasel seemed to be surprisingly calm, eating like it was his last meal as always.

The other problem was the Headmaster. The twinkle in his eye was more pronounced than ever. One would think the headmaster to be at least a bit out of sorts for the loss of his favorite student.

Now that Draco thought about it, he doesn't remember seeing the Golden Boy on the train. His friends didn't look concerned. Probably thinking he left with Aurors before the train left. It was common knowledge that Potter was heavily guarded. It made him feel at ease to know that he was semi safer than what he'd be on the train. Not that the train wasn't safe, being that it was exceedingly warded and even more since the war.

It was odd that the wizard poster child would be missing from Hogwarts. Especially through the sorting ceremony. Where could he be?

Draco halted in his musings as the very ones he was just thinking of turned the corner. Granger and Weasley in all their Gryffindor glory was walking towards him. Draco thought that if he just walked a bit faster.. "Oi, Malfoy!," the tall red head shouted towards him. Or not, he thought. Sighing of how inevitable this confrontation was he jutted his chin out and put on his trademark sneer, directing it towards the fuming lion.

"Well look who it is," he drawled. "Two little Gryffindors outside the lion's den. What is it Weasley? Come to scope out the dungeons for Death Eaters? Oh by all means go right ahead. Though I can't promise you that you will return the same way you stepped in."

The freckled boy just stood there glaring at him and before he could say anything Granger stepped in. "My apologies Malfoy, but we were wondering if you knew where Harry was," she said in an oddly kind voice. Glancing at her, one could see how nervous and mentally tired she was.

Before Draco could even open his mouth Weasley took a step towards him, getting dangerously close to his personal space and spewed, "Of course he knows Hermione! He is always the fault for everything that has happened to Harry! Death Eater that he is. I wouldn't be surprised if he had Harry taken and put in his dungeons!"

Draco had kept calm through the entire rant. Passively letting the hurtful comments pass over his head. That is, until he accused him of being a Death Eater. That always hurt, but what hurt more was the false assumptions that he would ever hurt Harry. "What would you know Weasel?! Your face is always planted in the dirt that Harry's boots walk, that I'm surprised you even noticed that he was gone," Draco jeered not even noticing that he had used Harry's given name.

Though Ron didn't notice the slip, Hermione's eyes said that she certainly had. Draco took no notice and braced himself for the onslaught of which was one, Ronald Billius Weasley. Like he predicted his world was suddenly overtaken by a sea of red. Ron being the one who was making the first move, Draco had no problem going at it with the red head. Then thought again. Draco had made it his resolution this school year to try to make amends with Potter. And making amends with Potter meant making amends with his friends. Though the idea down right revolted him he began to sidestep the tall boy. Though thinking better of the situation, Draco pulled out his wand.

Ron seeing what the Slytherin was doing quickly said his best friend's favorite spell, "Expelliarmus!"

Draco, predicting the disarming spell willingly let go of the wand as it was violently ripped from his person. And just as it landed in the Gryffindor's hand, he cocked back his fist and landed one square on his already crooked nose.

Ron yelped in pain and brought his hand up to his face. Blood running through his fingers in rivulets dripping onto his tawdry uniform, soiling it further. "Bloody hell!" Ron shrieked trying to stand back up yet slipping on his own blood, making a further mess of himself.

Draco put his hand up to his mouth, making it seem as if he was checking his hand for wounds. Yet in reality Draco was in fact stifling a laugh, seeing the obvious humor in the statement. He thought he was the only was who saw the obvious irony in the statement until he heard a faint snicker. He looked around, puzzled. The only people in the hall was Granger, Weasley, and him and neither of them were laughing nor did it seem like they had heard the laugh. Granger was too busy trying to help Weasley and said boy was so angry, he looked like a walking tomato. Draco doubted he'd hear anything in his fit of rage.

"Why you," Ron said as he finally stood up with the help of Hermione. Nose broken and pride damaged it seemed like nothing would stop the wave of rage that had seemingly broken through the dams of the young Weasleys small mind.

He began taking the few step it would take to get to Slytherin Prince, that was until they heard a deep, gravely voice say, "Why Mr. Weasley, what is this? Might I suggest you back down from this obvious assault. Why how crass could you be, though unsurprising being where you where and how you were raised."

Ron looked taken back, even though he probably shouldn't have been, being that Snape's timing was always impeccable.

Not surprisingly Hermione stepped up first and plead, "Professor we-"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn Granger, and Weasley, five points for defacing school property with your bodily fluids," Snape said as he cut off the Gryffindor.

'There it was again' thought Draco. Through the conversation he heard the soft titter from before. Again he searches for the sound that seemed to only grace his ears and yet again he is lead to disappointment. All he found was an empty hallway with portraits and paintings sparsely littering the corridor's walls.

Before he could determine if he was really hearing the laughter or simply going mad, he turned back to the scene before him just as Snape began to address him. "Mr. Malfoy, care to explain?"

"Why Professor, I was just walking through the corridor, on my way to the dormitory, when I stumbled upon Weasley and Granger. I was just on my way when Weasley attacked me," Draco said in his most innocent voice. He knew Snape saw right through it. Snape didn't take any shit. He was mostly doing it to spite the flaming red head and the invisible, giggling voice.

Snape's eyebrow rose before he turned back to the two Gryffindors. "Fifty points for physically assaulting a fellow student." He paused at Weasley's outburst. "Now, I suggest you two go back to your dormitory before I take an additional twenty points away." He snarled. The two lions glared at the potions master before stomping away, grumbling about snarky, greasy haired gits. "Ten points for disrespecting a teacher Mr. Weasley." Snape ignored him as an additional round of outbursts rang loudly through the halls and turned to leave. Draco followed, as there was an unspoken demand to do so.


They walked in silence until they were in Snape's office with silencing spells warding the room.

"Now what really happened?" Snape sighed as he fell into his chair and lit the hearth.

"Actually," Draco said nonchalantly as he too sunk into the one comfortable couch in the room. The rest were stiff and just about as comfortable as cardboard. They were made that way, of course. Snape always did have a sadistic streak for causing students pain, especially the ones that cross him the wrong way. "It was just as you said," the young Malfoy continued as he inspected his nails for loose grime. "Weasley attacked me, and I retaliated. End of story."

Snape raised a brow, "And why would they feel the need to do that."

Draco looked up at his godfather and said in a unknowing tone, "Well.. they felt I was part of the party that has caused our Golden Boy's disappearance."

"And are you?" Snape questioned.

Draco stood up, " Why would you even think that? What would anyone think that? Why is it always me that has to take the blame for everything? Apparently every time something happens to Potter I'm to blame. Might as well toss me into Azkaban now, he's going to die eventually and someone will find a way to pin the blame on me for that too." He was angry. At what he did not know. It was always his fault. Always. He just at least thought his Godfather would at least be on his side.

Snape sighed, "I did not mean it in that way Draco so sit down and control yourself. It is unbecoming of you." Draco did what he was told. But not without some reluctance. "Now what I meant was that you have always had a.. how should I say this? Attraction towards the Potter boy," Snape said wist giving him a knowing look.

Draco blushed scarlet. He had not realized that Severus noticed his more than friendly glances towards the curly haired Gryffindor. "Well, to be perfectly clear I have no idea where he is. Before those Gryffs attacked me, I was actually wondering where he was and the last time I'd seen him."

"And when was that?"

"A few days before the train ride to London. Do you know if he was brought home by the Aurors?" Draco asked, trying to keep down his worry for Harry. He didn't want his godfather to tease him any more on the matter. He was also worried about how Snape felt about the issue. He knew that he hated Potter, he just didn't know if the Potion's professor was disgusted with his fixation on the younger boy.

Would his godfather begin to hate him too? And now that he really thought about it, what of his father. It was too much to even think of. Draco pushed aside his thoughts and turned back to Snape as he spoke up again.

"No, Dumbledore didn't mention anything about Potter." The two Slytherins sat in confused silence, thinking the same question.

Where was Harry Potter?


The next morning, Draco walked into the Great Hall to unusual low whispering, considering how loud it always was. Small groups were huddled along the tables, gossiping about one thing only.

The whereabouts of one Harry Potter.

"People have noticed." Blaise said from beside Draco as they walked to their table. "Including you," he said with a smirk.

"They probably noticed yesterday. Dumbledore is probably hiding him somewhere." Draco said ignoring Blaise's obvious indication. Why did everyone have to point that out lately? They sat down just as Dumbledore approached the podium.

"Good morning everyone! Now, most of you have noticed that Harry Potter is not here this year. He is being schooled for the upcoming war with Aurors. So don't fret. He is safe and very much alive." He smiled, eyes twinkling.

The Hall was silent as breakfast finished and the head of each house started to hand out schedules.

Draco, discreetly, eyes the Gryffindor table as they got their classes. He watched as a few first years tentatively took their tables and looked them over, brows furrowing in confusion at the names. Muggle borns probably, not knowing anything. Draco couldn't imagine growing up the muggle way. Not knowing what magic was until they get the Hogwarts letter.

Looking around a bit more, surveying the Gryffindors and finding what he was looking for. Granger and the broken weasel. It seemed like Madam Pomfrey fixed his nose, but not without making it ever more crooked. A bit more and he'd probably rival Snape. Maybe he should tell him that next time they spoke. He would get a kick out of what the Weasley would say to him in response. Probably pitch a fit.

But Draco was not worried for Ronald's well being, let alone curious about his tantrums. What was unnerving was that Potter was still missing. One would think that the old coot would want Harry to have a social life and friends. But no Harry. And it seemed like even his friends didn't know where the Aurors took him off too.

Draco stood up as he got his schedule, not even looking at it. His father gave him his earlier, he didn't know how he was able to get a copy so soon, but it happened. He tried to brush off the anxious feeling he was getting. He tried to tell himself that Potter was fine, and safe withe the Aurors. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong with the situation.

To be continued…