Thanks for the reviewer (quirked246) for the feedback and someone has actually put my story on alert... (Aida Hwedo) as well as (kris21) who alerted while I was righting this chapter so thank you three soo much and let me know what you think, by the way the main reasons I put little fighting in is that I completely overlooked it ^.^ and also I might not be the best with insults... But let me know what you think!

Chapter 2- Let the wars begin

Harry was drifting down the stairs again, mentally preparing for another potions lesson, he had no idea how the other one went so smoothly, He was probably just shocked. Harry mused. Well Malfoy was probably going to be a big pain today.

He sat down, and waited for Snape to begin the lesson.

"Today we will be making a simple potion, useful for curing minor ailments such as spots" Snape droned, "again, instructions on the board, you may begin."

Harry started off, preparing the Tantacula juices, when Malfoy murmured "Slug for brains, think you actually have a chance of getting anything done right, as he took the seed pods and began to slowly squish them, releasing the juice.

"oh shut up snake face, I don't like this any more than you."

"oh, but I'm enjoying it" Malfoy drawled "I get to see your pitiful attempts at potion making, and can just happily laugh about it all lesson, as it's much more humorous seeing it up close"

"SHUT UP MALFOY!" Harry shouted.

"Ten points from gryffindor for shouting for no reason, now sit down Potter, before it becomes fifty points.

"But Malfoy is-"
" I do not wish to hear your pathetic excuses Potter" Snape interrupted "Now get back to work, and another ten points for talking back to a teacher, do it again and you get detention"

Harry muttered and began to take the lacefly wings and was about to add them in when malfoy said, "No you moron! You add in bluewort flower first, then lacefly wings!" But Harry had already dropped some in, causing the potion to go a frothy grey instead of a shimmering gold Like Draco's eyes, but nowhere near as dazzling- Wait, where did that come from, since when were Malfoy's eyes ever thought of let alone be dazzling, and when did Malfoy become Draco?

"Ten more points of Gryffindor for your once again inept potion skills" Snape smirked as he said that, no doubt thinking of the total of thirty points taken from Gryffindor, putting Slytherin in the lead for the house cup, though it was early in the year.

"But Sir, that is just UNFAIR!" Harry's voice rose with the last word in outrage.

"Detention Potter, I warned you about talking back!"

"Now then, take a vial of your potion and put it on the desk, no marks for you Potter, but Draco, you get seventy-five percent; seeing as it was almost perfect before potter destroyed it."

Malfoy smirked, then went to join with Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, and Parkinson, before leaving for his next class.

"Detention is tomorrow Potter, straight after lessons."

Harry cursed inwardly as he left.

Transfiguration wasn't much better, Hermione kept telling him to not get rattled by Malfoy, then tried to get Harry to work again, as he was staring out into space, trying to figure out why he felt so messed up, even though it wasn't totally his fault.

He went to gryffindor common room feeling bad, he'd let malfoy get to him even though he constantly told Ron not to, he now felt sympathy for his closest friend.

In the morning, harry felt terrible, he had barely any sleep and kept dreaming about odd things, the images were hazy, but he kept getting sensations of happiness, then pure bliss, though he knew not what from, all he could see was a vaguely outlined person, and though he saw nothing else of the person, he could see a perfect smile, which had perfect white teeth, and damn it all, was just so perfect, but then Harry woke up, feeling strangely nauseated, though he thought he'd feel better than usual, with an odd, but good dream instead of the usual nightmares.

He went through his day as normal, then went to eat lunch at the grand hall, just before he went in, Malfoy was coming out and hissed at Harry saying spitefully "Shouldn't you be cuddling up with your little mudblood and blood traitor friends?"

Harry eyed him up and down, shocked that even Malfoy made a more spiteful comment than usual, and for no reason, Harry looked at him, his lustrous blond hair, his nicely toned chest- wait, what? Harry thought The mistake from the potion must be addling my brains. Though Harry knew it probably wasn't the answer, he settled for it, not wanting to waste time letting Malfoy smirk as if he had no retort, though he didn't any more, so Harry just walked past, saying "Well at least I have friends I can trust and not murderous lackeys"

His dream still haunted him, he wanted to know why he felt happy, and who the person was, and what they would be doing making him happy, even as he munched on his food on the golden plate, he was only half listening to Ron and Hermione, still trying to figure out his dream, he was starting to see it slightly clearer when Hermione shaked him out of his reverie, making Harry lose what was left of the image.
"Harry are you okay? You haven't said anything since you sat down."

"Yeah I'm fine, just wanting to try and figure out this dream I had, I was getting closer, then you distracted me, and something else, but that doesn't matter." Harry replied, his thoughts slowly slipping to Malfoy again.

"Well tell us, I'm sure we can help out"

"No thanks Hermione, I know it sounds odd, but I feel like its something I should keep to myself, for reasons unknown."

"Okay, well let us know if we can help out"

"I will Hermione" Harry replied again, starting to get annoyed "Well I think I'll just go to the common room, no more lessons today right?"

"Erm Harry" Ron said "Detention with Snape, remember?"

"Oh no!" Harry groaned "I'm going to be late, but better late than never right?"

"Just go Harry, Snape is cruel, but hopefully he'll understand" There goes Hermione again, thinking all the teachers are saints or something.

Harry ran to the basements, where he went in, without knocking, and saw Snape and Draco talking

Again with the "Draco", what is wrong with me Harry grimaced as Snape saw him, where he said calmly, "Wait outside Potter" Harry then closed the door, thinking of the way to ask Snape, as he thought it would be the best way to ask him, seeing as he would probably have the answers, though Harry felt shocked that he actually gave Snape credit for something, other than his always greasy hair. He thought of the best way to frame his request, then decided to eavesdrop, though it was an unseemly habit, and decided to find out about what they were saying

"So Sir, what's the best way for me to handle the problem?" Harry could hear Malfoy's distinctive voice, and it sounded worried, something which concerned Harry, though he had no idea why.

"Erm well, it's odd for me to be asked something like this, but I suggest you bide you time, and see what the response will be, attempt it secretly though, so as to not raise suspicion, and although I would be personally against it, I wish you the best of luck Draco"

Harry then took a few steps back, as he heard footsteps, not wanting to make it appear like he was listening, as he watched Malfoy leave, he re-entered, after Snape told him the punishment would be postponed for an unknown later date, Harry asked "Sir, you know the potion for simple ailments, when I added the ingredients the wrong way around, could it cause any damage to the sense abilities?"

"it shouldn't have that effect no, if anything, it would leave you feeling more aware of feelings you would push to the back of your mind, why Potter, have you been feeling uneasy recently?" Harry was taken aback by Snape's sudden kind query

"Well kind of" Harry replied, deciding that if Snape could be civil, he would at least be slightly more truthful, "But it doesn't matter much, Thank you though Sir"

"No problem Potter." He paused "Potter, could I ask a favour of you?"

"Of course Sir" Harry replied, seeing as he had little choice

"You cannot tell anyone this, but Draco has recently not been able to have contact with his parents, due to them being out of country and Draco has began to miss them, and they may be away for the year. I realise you do not have to do this, but could you attempt to be kinder to him during Potions, I am not asking for a complete ceasefire, as that is beyond you." Snape muttered something inaudibly. "But if you could at least try to not start any arguments, and understand that sometimes he may suddenly insult you for no reason, as he has few actual friends in Slytherin, and to keep respect, he has to appear different, and powerful."

"I will do what I can Sir, but may I ask of you a favour in return?"

"What is this favour?" Snape asked, his curiosity peaked.

"Could you please attempt to ask the same thing of Malfoy, after all, I can see little need for us to hate each other, to be honest I can't even remember why it started, and I keep disliking it more and more, so if I stop barbing him, could you please ask him to stop insulting me?

"I will try Potter, I will try." was all Snape said in return.

So Harry went to his Dorm room, happy to go to the bed and sleep, for his walk back had taken longer than expected and as he slept, he began to dream again, it was different from last time, it was as if it was something happening beforehand, he felt hatred from himself directed and someone, and although the other person, who Harry still could not see, sounded the same, a different emotion was rolling off of the person in waves, the person hated to pretend to hate Harry, he wanted to be kind to Harry, and there was another emotion, but just before Harry could Identify it, he felt electric shocks running through him, mild, but enough to cause pain.

"What The HELL is going on!" Harry demanded, only to see tiny magic emitting sensors, obviously what was shocking him, he also saw a note, with fine calligraphy and placed under Harry's glasses, he took the note, apologizing to Seamus and Dean, for them waking up, though Ron was still sleeping soundly. He then took the note, which was addressed to him, and he read it, the note said:

I wish you knew who I was, but that can never be, right now you may feel empathy, but I doubt it will last if we ever meet. I beg of you to answer this, though it may sound odd, I ask you this simple thought. Do you truly hate anyone, or do you only dislike them, and do you think these things could be changed? Leave your answer on a Potions room desk, I will find it.

Yours,

D.L.M

"D.L.M?" Harry whispered " I don't know anyone by that name, so I guess it couldn't hurt to answer truthfully.

Harry took his time answering, and by the end, he had penned a simple reply in his terrible handwriting, saying

I know not who you are, although you know me, and your simple question I will answer honestly, I could never hate the way others do, although it seems that way it's not true, I dislike arguments and fights with all, but sometimes no other discourse is open, I would happily be civil to all, but sadly those people probably hate my guts, and would love to see me dead.

I hope this answered your question,

Harry Potter

In the morning, before anyone else was awake, he went down into the dungeons and placed the letter on a random desk, with the initials D.L.M on the top. He then went back up, and finished off his Charms homework. Thinking over the letter he wrote, he wished he could be everyone's friend, but Malfoy hates him, so does the rest of Slytherin most likely, as Harry got out his quill, he wondered. Why did he single out Malfoy for hating him, then again, it was first thing that came to mind. He then went back to his bed, and dozed again.

Well I hope you liked this one, I know it's got a fairly shallow storyline, but I hope it is enjoyable none the less, don't forget to give me constructive criticism, and remember, even the simplest reviews make me happy =D

-Belgarion489-