Pudding and Love; Chapter one

Can you keep a secret?

Disclaimer: I no own Harry. Dammit, I wish I did, but I don't.

"Ah, another year at Hogwarts." I said in a dreamy voice to my good friend, Harry Potter, as he, Neville and I sat in a compartment together in the Hogwarts express. "How was your summer, Harry? Neville?"

Harry, who had been slumping in his seat, replied in an equally dreamy voice, "Huh? Oh, not much. Spent most of the time at Ron's." He seemed pre-occupied with something, but I could tell just who he was thinking about. "You, Neville?"

"Uh, I just stayed at my Grandmothers the whole summer." Neville said almost sadly. "I sure do miss the D.A., though, Harry."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, so do I. It was like having friends…"

Then, a rather rude group of girls came in, blushing and giggling, in a way that annoys me so. "Ahem," One of them started. "I'm Romilda. Romilda Vane. Harry dear, you don't have to sit with them," She gestured to Neville and I. "Come sit with us!"

What a loser, I thought to myself in my head as a shot one of my evil boy-stalker-mode glares at her.

"They're friends of mine," Harry said coldly. I smiled. He was a good friend, all the way.

The girl looked shocked. "Oh. Oh, okay." She said as she prepared her pride to leave. I stuck my tongue out at her.

As soon as they left, I looked at Harry innocently. "They expect you to have cooler friends than us." I said in my quiet, honest way. Neville and I looked at each other sadly.

"You are cool," Harry exclaimed angrily. "None of them was at the Ministry. They didn't fight with me," He said in one of his 'I'm right' voices as Neville looked at him. "Yes, Neville, you and Luna are true friends."

"That's a very nice thing to say," I beamed. I had a hunch that Harry was up to something I would be interested in, so I had to play a good girl for now.

Harry smiled and changed the subject to O.W.L. results. I was going to be taking them this year, so I just listened intently. Neville talked a bit about his results, but the ever thinking Harry was lost in thought by the time he was done. I smirked. He was thinking about him again… that was a good thing.

I had to restrain myself from squealing when Harry blushed red, but Neville was sharper than he looked. "Are you alright, Harry? You look funny." He said in a quizzical way.

"I- Ah, Sorry-"He faltered and I giggled silently. This was it, I knew it. Harry had a crush, and not a normal one, either. Just what I had hoped for.

"Wrackspurt got you?" I asked in fake sympathy.

Harry stared at me. "I-what?"

"A Wrackspurt… they're invisible. They float through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy." I said. "I thought I felt one zooming around in here…"

It was then that Ron Weasley decided to join us. I smiled. I rather liked that boy, although he had nothing to do with Shounen-Ai that I knew of. He came in and slumped into the seat next to Harry. "Hi Neville, Hi Luna." He turned to Harry. "Guess what? Malfoy's not doing prefect duty!"

Harry sat up straight, interested. I, of coarse, smiled, but Ron wasn't paying attention, and neither was Neville. Then a small girl came inside with an invitation from our new professor, Slughorn. Before Harry left, I swiped his Invisibility Cloak, knowing if I wanted to see what I had truly came to school for, I would need it.

Harry left, and not long after, the train stopped, signaling that we had arrived. Ron and Neville went ahead, but I stayed back, making the excuse that I had dropped something, and it needed to be found. When Ron offered to help me, I politely refused, and Neville shot me a contemplating look. Slipping the Cloak on my head and making sure I was completely out of sight, I started down the hallway until I heard people's voices.

Peeking inside one of the compartments, I saw none other than Harry Potter, sitting alone... well, he would have been alone if Draco Malfoy hadn't been there. Just as I thought.

"Harry, you said you would think of a way to see more of me this year." The paler of the two boys said, playing with Harry's untidy hair.

"Yeah, and I will. You'll see." Harry promised as he held Draco close to his chest. "We really should be going soon. People will worry."

Draco smiled. It was a true smile, not a smirk or a grimace. "Let them worry. I want to stay here for a little longer." He looked up and Harry kissed him.

My camera was going of like a round of bullets. Quietly, ever so quietly, I was mouthing "Phwee" to myself repeatedly. This was my best find of the year, I knew it.

Draco stopped. Harry looked at him, brow furrowed. "Draco… what's wrong?" When the pale Slytherin shook his head, Harry lifted his chin with his index finger. "Draco, is it Snape again?"

Malfoy nodded, tears in his eyes. "You know it always is. He's a goddamned bastard, he is. Promised my mother that he wouldn't let me die, but… why is he so…?"

Harry shook his head, his eyes full of pain for Malfoy. "He's hurting you again?"

"Harry, hurting like you wouldn't believe. I don't get it… why would he accept to be my godfather… accept the Unbreakable Vow… if he…" He stopped speaking to hold Harry, who could feel him shaking. I felt sorry for the poor boy. Noticing his bare arms, now I saw horrible scratches and scars that covered the entire length. I let out a faint gasp, attempting to cover my mouth.

But it was too late. Draco stood up, a worried look on his face. "I heard something." He opened the compartment door, and I silently backed off, still invisible.

"Yeah, I heard something too. We should go now, anyway." But Harry did not move. "There is something else…?"

Draco had completely opened up now; he was spilling all that he was going to tell. "Harry, it's the Dark Lord, he want me… he wants me to do something… bad. Horrible. Dangerous. You would hate me forever if I did it… but if I don't, he'll find me. He'll find me and kill me."

The look on Harry's face had so much anger; he looked as if he was going to hit Draco. "Stupid," He said slowly and quietly, looking at his feet. "You know… no matter what you do, I could never truly hate you. And besides, I won't let him kill you. Don't ever say that. I'll protect you." Now he stepped forward, stroking Malfoy's long blond hair. "I promise. I'll protect you."

Draco didn't look convinced. "That's what Snape said, too."

Harry was now smiling, but it was apparent that he was upset. "Draco," He whispered, pulling Malfoy closer. "Draco, I'm not like Severus. You know that."

Pulling on Malfoy's hand, they started to leave. I walked a few paces in front of them to be sure I wouldn't bump into them. When I walked far enough ahead of them and I had left the train, I dropped the Cloak on the ground and ran to the castle. There, I waited behind a rock to listen to any more of their conversation.

"Hey, isn't that your Cloak, Harry?" Malfoy said, pointing to the Cloak I had just dropped.

"Yeah," Said Harry, obviously worried. "Someone was watching us."

"Oh," Malfoy said in an unexpectedly calm voice. "Well, if it was someone against us, they would have said something by now… We shouldn't worry."

I quickly ran to into the castle and joined my fellow Ravenclaws, clutching my camera. The feast was already over. I saw Potter and Malfoy heading off in separate directions, one to Gryffindor, the other to Slytherin.

Don't worry, I thought to myself, I won't let anyone in on your secret.