Hey guys! I'm not one to do a whole lot of authors notes but I just wanted thank you for reading my story. I have another profile on here but I never use it anymore and too many of my friends know about it so I can't post any drarry stuff on there. I won't be able to post a whole lot right now because my girlfriend doesn't know about me writing again but if ya'll hang in there with me I promise I'll finish this story.
Oh and I forgot last time but I do not own Harry Potter. That amazing plot belongs to JK Rowling.
Harry's school year started off terribly. Everybody in Gryffindor either blamed him or wanted to date him. The Ravenclaws hailed him a hero, but still stayed away from him as much as possible. And the Hufflepuffs were neutral so they just avoided every conversation about him. And there were a lot of those. Everywhere Harry went, he was followed by hushed conversation, giggles, and glares, the worst glares came from his former best friend.
Ron was constantly telling everyone how everything was Harry's fault because he couldn't kill the psychopath the first few times they went head-to-head. The only people in Hogwarts who treated Harry the way they always had were the Slytherins. But even the arrogant Prince of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, was acting slightly nicer, only occasionally throwing out mild insults that were slowly getting tamer and tamer.
Harry decided to confront the grey-eyed blonde and find out why he was acting so weird. Walking into the Great Hall, he head for the silver and green table, making a bee line for the Malfoy heir. The few students and the snake table stopped all conversations as the saw the hero of the wizarding world standing in front of their table.
"Malfoy, Draco, can I speak to you?" Harry asked timidly, looking around at the prying eyes in the grand room. "Privately?"
"What in the name of Salazar do you want?" Draco drawled out.
"I just want to talk. Please?" This time Draco agreed and followed the green-eyed boy out into the entrance hall.
"Get on with it Potter." Draco urged when Harry stood there fidgeting with his black robes.
"Right. Umm, well I was just, you know, wondering why you weren't tormenting me the way you have for the past 7 years."
Draco stood there for a moment before answering. "Well, Potter. You've been through a lot. You lost a lot of friends in that war, to death and to anger. Your best friend no longer speaks to you and walks around slandering your name. Your other best friend died, and your girlfriend as well. You have no family, and few remaining friends. You walk around the castle with this lost look in your eye, like you don't know where to go or what to do. When I try to argue with you or insult you, it doesn't have the same effect it used to. You don't get angry and lash back or even deny anything I say. You just shrug and keep walking. And some of the things I say, it looks like you take them to heart and they hurt you. So I stopped being so mean. I stopped treating you like scum and I started to really notice your new personality. You defeated the darkest wizard of all time, yet you remain kind and gentle. Your friends turned their backs on you yet you do not try to punish them. You puzzle me, Potter, and THAT is why I have stopped treating you as I used to."
Harry was speechless. He didn't know what to say so he just stood there for a moment gathering his thoughts. Did Draco really notice all those traits about Harry? How long had he been watching Harry?
"What… do you, do you really believe all of that about me." Harry asked, bewildered.
"Yes." Draco replied shortly. He turned around and walked toward the dungeons, leaving Harry speechless.