Here's chapter 2, as promised. I have five chapters done so far, so like, no worries and stuff.

Hope you enjoy

Harry chewed his food, unable to take his eyes off the lonely form of Draco. It could have been the early morning, but recently he felt like something was completely off. He glanced up at the Slytherine table again and looked back down at his breakfast. Although Draco was surrounded by his usual posse, he looked miserable; no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

It had been three days since the incident in the Charms class. Harry had noticed that Draco seemed to slowly spiral downward. Harry opened his mouth to speak, looking at Hermione at his left, but the screeching and hooting of thousands of owls filled the Great Hall. Harry's eyes swiftly glanced through the blur of browns and grays, but no white speck appeared so he lost interest as owls landed every which way.

He looked back toward Draco's direction and saw the hopeful, almost pleading look as he searched the owls. However, as all the owls went to their respected recipients and left, Draco looked around and his shoulders slumped. For a split second his egotistic, snob exterior melted away. Harry felt a sudden clench in his chest at the brief site. Never before had Draco looked so crushed. He almost felt sorry for him. However, as the usual conceded Draco resurfaced, Harry felt his sympathy disappear. However, his curiosity was refueled. What was Draco so anxiously awaiting.

"Oh, Harry! Not again!" Hermione groaned from behind her Ancient Runes book. The three sat in the near deserted common room at the end of the day, and well into the night. She peered over the text to look from Harry, who had finished telling Ron his latest Draco-theory, to Ron, who had been listening. "I'm sure he was just expecting something from home."

Harry bit his lip and nodded, looking contemplative. "I know, I thought about that," he said slowly, making sure he chose his words carefully. "But I don't think something like that would make Malfoy drop his sleaze act."

Hermione sighed and couldn't help but roll her eyes. Ron looked at Harry and glanced at Hermione. "Sorry, mate, but I have to agree with Hermione. I don't think Malfoy could really be up to anything. Lately he's been really mellow; in a Malfoy sorta way. It's just-." Ron stopped and shook his head.

"What? 'It's just,' what?" Harry asked, prodding his friend to continue his statement.

Ron hesitated and glanced at the book that blocked Hermione from view. A tension began to build in the room. Even the other people left in the room seemed to get up and leave, wanting to avoid conflict. Ron sighed and took a deep breath. "I think you're becoming obsessed with Malfoy." He stated, unable to look Harry in the eyes.

"I am not obsessed!" Harry stated defensively, looking at his best friend with a mixture of disbelief and shock. "How c-."

"Oh, Harry, get off it!" Hermione stated, pushing her book aside, leaving it forgotten. "This is the third time you've tried to convince us Malfoy is up to something. And that's only with serious stuff. You've really just been trying to find reasons for you to pay attention to him."

"Are you suggesting I like him or something?" Harry snapped, glaring at her. "I'm dating, Ginny-."

"That's the thing, Harry." Ron said, pushing into the conversation and bringing the full glare of his friend's eyes upon himself. "You're dating my sister and this unhealthy fascination you have with Malfoy will end up affecting her as well."

"I don't have a fascination with Malfoy!" Harry cried, his temper rising. He stood up. "I hate him! Just because I'm concerned for the well being of others does not mean I'm obsessed with him! He's up to something and I'm going to prove it with or without your help and I won't accept any forgiveness when he does something evil!" With that Harry stormed out of the common room, leaving Hermione and Ron to glance at one another.

"That's the thing," Hermione said, to no one in particular, although Ron turned to listen to her. "In my experience, Malfoy can't do anything evil. Childish and crude, but never down right evil."

Harry glanced around the sleeping dormitory. Curtains were drawn around all the beds, but one and that was the one he had just left.

He pulled the sultry, watery cloak from his trunk and pulled it over him, becoming invisible to the world. He looked around to make sure everyone was still asleep and quickly tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs. When he reached the common room, the embers in the fireplace slowly died away, giving him minimal light, but enough to help him see. He pushed through the portrait hole and down the hall towards the dungeons.

He reached the floor below the secret entrance to Gryffindor tower and was stopped cold by the sight of his prey, creeping up towards him. Draco glanced around him and pulled his cloak tighter over his pajamas and hurried down the corridor, passing Harry without notice.

Harry quickly turned on his heals and followed Draco at a safe distance, cautious not to make any noise. The blonde turned up another set of stairs and towards the astronomy tower. Harry quickly followed, hearing Draco pant ahead of him. They reached the top floor and stopped. Draco moved towards the railing that surrounded the tower. He looked over it, staring for a bit at the dark landscape that spread out before him.

Draco sighed sadly. Harry paused. The sigh that escaped his enemy's lips definitely sounded sad, almost longing. He turned around and sat on the floor, pulling a roll of parchment from his pocket and a quill. He lit his wand, muttering "lumos maximus," and bent down, the quill poised in his hands. Harry hesitated, but moved closer, standing beside Draco, holding his breath as he read over his shoulder:

Dear Father,

I don't know what has happened, but I fear that maybe our owls have been intercepted. I have not received any of your letters and worry that it's possible you have not received any of mine. I do not have any other idea as to why this is, but as I said, I fear the worse.

Just by the slight chance that this one gets to you, I just wanted to tell you I've been doing really well in my classes. Much better than last year. I hope to do outstandingly on my OWLS. I've been practicing Quiditch extra hard and hope you will come to a game sometime. Please, father? I promise to make you proud.

As always, I hope you will write me back and hope to see you at a game soon.

Your son,

Draco

Draco stopped writing and finished with signing his name. He stood and turned, nearly whipping his cloak against Harry, and walked over to the rail. Harry watched, stunned as Malfoy whistled into the air and a soft screech came in reply. A beautiful owl flew from the dark sky and swooped down, landing just before him. "Hello, please take this to father and please be careful." He requested as he gently tied the parchment to his owl's leg.

The owl hooted softly and took off into the air. Harry stared at Draco in disbelief. Writing to his father and treating his owl like a person; it was almost as though Draco was trying to act human.

Harry held his breath, as a gasp tried to escape. Tears slowly trickled down his pale cheeks from the boy's gray eyes. Draco was crying.

"That's it," Draco whispered, his fists weakly clenched on the rail. "The owls are being intercepted. Father is okay. I'm just not getting his letters." He wiped his eyes and stared off watching his owl disappear into the night. When it was gone, Draco turned, his nose was rosy. He was mere inches away from Harry, both barely touching one another. For the first time, Harry noticed that Draco's normally light eyes were red. And not just from this one incident, but they seemed like they were stained from many tears being shed.

Malfoy?

Draco slumped to the ground and hugged his knees, bringing them into his chest. He buried his face into his arms. His form trembled as he released the sobs that built up in his chest. Harry swallowed, amazed at the site. Never before had he thought Malfoy had such strong feelings. For anything.

It was too unbearable to watch. Slowly he tiptoed out, slipping from the tower and back down the hallways to the Gryffindor tower. "Gillyweed," he mumbled, the portrait flying open and allowing him inside.

Harry made his way back into his bed and stared towards Ron's bed. He had a strong urge to tell his friend what he had seen. However, something didn't seem right about telling someone about Malfoy's emotional moment. He swallowed and decided this time his sympathy outweighed his hatred. He chose to give Malfoy some of dignity.

Chapter 2- End

TBC

The next chapters get better. Just wait until Chapter 4... good stuff, good stuff. And Chapter five, really angsty.