October Year 6.

Dear Journal, oh thank Merlin I got you back! I would have honestly gone completely insane if I didn't have somewhere to write all my thoughts down. Well, anyway, so now Draco Malfoy thinks I'm trying to kill myself. When you think about it, this is technically not true. I'm not going to be killing myself. That's all I'm gonna say about that in here, just incase Snape decides to flip over my desk in potions again and dumps all my stuff all over the floor. Good times, good times… I really hate Snape.

Harry couldn't think of anything else to write so he put away his quill and journal. Running his fingers through his jet black hair, he thought of how concerned Draco seemed when he was saying it was a bad idea to kill himself. It was almost as if he didn't want Harry to die.

But why wouldn't he? His whole family are Death Eaters! He could possibly even be a future Death Eater himself! None of it made any sense. Maybe it just wasn't supposed to make sense and Malfoy was trying to confuse him on purpose, arouse his ambiguity, and make him doubt everything. He decided to try not to think about it, and went to sleep.

The next day, Harry and Ron went to potions as usual. When they got there, Hermione was already there (as always) and was talking to Ginny, but as soon as they came in their talking stopped. Harry hated this. He was used to people doing this, but not his own friends. "So are you talking about me, or Ron?" Harry asked.

They spoke at the same time, but Ginny said "Ron," and Hermione said "You."

They exchanged glances.

"Uh huh," Harry decided to forget about it. There were more important things on his mind right now, like the face that Draco had apparently decided to relocate himself from his table, to the seat next to Harry's.

Harry sat down, next to Draco. Draco looked at him, but Harry kept staring ahead, determined not to give his attention to Draco. That would just satisfy him, and he did not like Draco being satisfied. It usually wasn't a good thing.

They remained quiet as Draco stared at the side of Harry's head. He must know that Harry could see him out the corner of his eye. A few more seconds of quiet, and then Draco said cheerfully, "Hi, Potter!"

"What do you want? Go back to your own seat." Harry said with his teeth gritted.

Malfoy started sniggering and remained where he was.

"Unbelievable," Harry muttered. He picked up his stuff and moved his seat over by Neville Longbottom.

Snape then walked in. He got to the front of the class and looked all the students over. His eyes fell on Harry.

"Potter," he said, "Go back to your seat and stop fooling around.

Harry got up without a word and sat next to Draco.

"And stay there, Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded, and then gestured at Draco.

Snape looked at Harry like he was mad and said, "What, Potter?"

"Draco!" Harry said loudly. "He's sitting right here. He's supposed to be sitting over there."

Snape looked at Draco then back at Harry.

"Why, yes he is, Potter. Well spotted." Snape said sarcastically. "Now, 5 points from Gryffindor for wasting time…"

The rest of the class, Harry couldn't focus at all, because Draco kept trying to get his attention. Harry refused to give it to him.

"Potter!" He would whisper. "Potter! Potter! Answer me, Harry!"

Finally, Draco got to him.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Harry said in a hushed tone.

"We need to talk again. Meet me at the same place, at the same time, okay?"

"Okay, I guess."

"And don't sneak up on me this time!" Malfoy added, "Or I'll hex you, Potter."

After potions, Hermione and Ginny said goodbye to Harry and Ron. Hermione gave Ron an extra smile (there was definitely something going on there) and they parted ways; Harry and Ron going to Divination, and Hermione and Ginny to Muggle Studies.

The only reason Harry and Ron took Divination again was because it was an easy class to pass. Still, Professor Trelawney annoyed them more than any other teacher, even more than Snape.

At least they could pretty much sleep through the entire class. And If she catches you asleep, she doesn't take points or give detentions. She will, however, make you tell your dream and what you think it means, which is easy to make up, so it doesn't really bother anyone.

But Harry didn't fall asleep that day. Ron kept on looking at him like he was waiting for an explanation. And Harry could practically hear Ron's questions in his mind. Why was Draco sitting by you? Why were you two talking to each other? Harry hoped Ron wouldn't actually ask, because he wouldn't have an answer to give.

Ron's constant glances made him feel uneasy. Soon he couldn't take it any longer.

"Professor," Harry said raising his hand.

Professor Trelawney came over.

"I, erm, I don't feel well. Can I go to the Hospital Wing?"

"My dear boy," Trelawney exclaimed, "It is because of the alignment of Jupiter and Neptune that you have fallen ill! It must be!"

Harry decided to just play along with it.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too! Well, I'd better go then, huh?"

And so he got up and left. But instead of the Hospital Wing, he went to the common room, where he stayed the rest of the day, not caring that he was missing his classes. It was like his conscious was calling in sick.

When it came time for a free period, Harry went to the dorm and pretended to be asleep. He heard Ron's footsteps come up the stairs.

Ron just stood there for a few seconds, then walked out, apparently not wanting to wake Harry from his slumber. A few seconds later, he heard more footsteps, and the door opened once more. After a minute or so it was clear that this person wasn't leaving until Harry woke up. So he rolled over, acting like he had just awoken, and looked up at- Hermione?

He sniffled drowsily and blinked his eyes a few times to make it convincing that he had just awoken, but Hermione didn't buy it. She actually laughed.

"Did you have a good sleep, Harry James Potter?" she asked sarcastically.

Harry decided to give up the act. "Uh huh," he said rolling his eyes, "What is it?"

"I've got a letter here from Hagrid. He wants you to come see him, right away."

Harry took the piece of paper. Harry had received enough letters from Hagrid to know that this was not his handwriting. It was a pretty good fake, but not good enough to fool Harry. Of course, he didn't let Hermione know that.

"I guess I'd better go see him then," he said, climbing out of bed. As he was making his way to Hagrid's hut he wondered the whole time when Malfoy was going to appear. Just as he was passing the lake, a voice so unmistakably Draco's called from a nearby tree.

"Potter! Over heeeere!"

Harry couldn't help but grin. He knew it. He trudged his way over to the tree trying to keep the smile off his face. "Yeah, Malfoy? I was just making my way over to Hagrid's," he said sarcastically. Draco rolled his gray eyes and extended a hand to help Harry up into the tree.

The Gryffindor stared at that pale hand. He wasn't sure if he could trust it. He himself wasn't an arrogant person, it wasn't that he was too full of pride to accept a Slytherin's hand. But Draco, he was arrogant. And after knowing him all these years, Harry knew all about this kid's arrogance, and it would be just like Draco to hex Harry out off a tree. He pushed away his worries for now and grabbed the hand of his enemy.