Disclaimer- I own nothing. Ch. 3 I Never Meant To Love You Authour-Silent Angel Authours Note-

(Dracos POV) Harry didn't realize it but a very confused and vulnerable Draco was hovering only feet above him as he walked to the mall. Under protection from an invisibility charm on his broom he followed Harry until he entered the mall and then went to wait for his return in a nearby tree. Draco had done a lot of soul searching last night as he'd watched Harry try out the items he'd sent to ease his time with the muggles and he knew that if he ever wanted his life to return to anything resembling sanity he'd have to talk to Potter. He wasn't about to spill his guts or anything but he wanted to at least try and have a civilized conversation without himself spewing acid remarks as he usualy did.

Dracos mind drifted to the past as he recalled his first meeting with the legendary Harry Potter. Going against all that his father had ingrained in him he'd offered Potter the hand of friendship and had been rejected, badly. That had hurt more then he'd cared to admit at the time but he'd never actualy honestly disliked Harry. He'd mostly been going along to please his father, knowing that his cruelty to Potter pleased his father. But now that he was older he didn't care about anyones approval anymore. He was growing into a man with his own thoughts and opinions about things. His father expected him to follow in his footsteps and become a death eater. But Draco vowed he'd never walk in another mans shadow. Not Voldemort or his father. He would make his own way. As soon as he was of age he'd have a legal claim to his inheritance and he'd leave his family forever.

His mind wandered back to Harry as he dreamed of the day he'd be free from his fathers insanity. He saw him clearly in his minds eye that first time. Those emerald green eyes that had rooted him to the spot when he'd first gazed into them, how they seemed to gently probe into his soul. As if searching for who he realy was. Draco had been forced to look away, not wanting him to see him for who he was. He was afraid he'd already become what he'd vowed to hate. But out of hurt and what others expected from him he pushed Harry away. Putting forth a front loathing and disdain solely for him alone, if only to ease the pain. But it had failed.

Not only did his feelings for Harry still burn strong but they'd grown by leaps and bounds through the years without him noticing. He knew he still wanted Harry's friendship...or had it evolved into something beyond his control? He didn't know, but he'd find out. Just take it slow and this time don't push him away for once!

(Harrys POV) Harry wandered aimlessly through the mall. Not looking at anything in particular. Just glad to be away from Privet Drive, at least for a short time. He'd been pondering all night over who could have sent those things to him but he was no closer to finding the answer. Yet a nagging suspicion hung in the back of his mind of who it might be. He wasn't quite ready to entertain that idea. But, alas, his curiosity won out in the end. If Malfoy had been the sender then why? Harry knew Malfoy hated him though he was sure at one he'd wanted to be friends. That was before Harry had learned about his family history from Hagrid and numerous others. He had been warned never to get mixed up with types like that.

But he hadn't seemed so bad, at first. After he'd pretty much flung his offer of friendship back in his face he'd turned into a total demon towards him. Harry knew it was his own fault. Malfoy had only been hoping for friendship but Harry would never dare tell him the real reason he'd rejected his offer. His ears felt hot as he remembered when he'd first seen Draco. The first thing he'd noticed was his eyes, how deeply blue and silver streaked they were. He couldn't tear himself away from his gaze as he felt himself drowning and was perfectly content to do so. His hair had been slicked back, shining like spun gold in the sunlight.

Draco had been taller then himself, still was, by several inches. But Harry didn't care. For one fleeting moment he'd gleaned a spark of hope for his future. But it had all changed after that, for the worse. He hadn't had a legitimate reason to dislike Draco, even if he was in slytherin and his father was a death eater, and who knew what else. Harry at least admitted to himself he'd never given Draco a fair chance to prove what sort of friend he could be. He wondered if it was to late...

(Dracos POV) Draco almost missed Harry as he exited the mall a few hours later, heading back to Privet Drive. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath Draco tailed Harry until he was walking alone through the park in a tree secluded area before landing and reveling himself to Harry. He watched as Harry's eyes grew to the size of saucers and his mouth hung open like toads before coming to his senses. 'Malfoy! What do you think your doing following me?!?! I've half a mind to hex you 6 ways from Sunday!!!' Harry threatened menacingly. 'Calm down Potter, I've no intention of picking a fight with you today.' Draco said silkily, totaly unruffled by Harrys blatant threat. 'Then what do you want?' Harry asked guardedly, not trusting a word he spoke. 'I simply wish to speak with you about imporstant issues that exist between us.' Draco explained as he glided over to a bench, casualy leaning against the back as if it were a perfectly natural thing to do.

'There's nothing to discuss Malfoy.' Harry stated flatly, turning to leave. 'I beg to differ Harry, and if you walk away now you'll always wonder 'what if?' for the rest of your life.' Draco informed him with all seriousness. Harry whirled on him, a dangerous glint in his green eyes as he grabbed Malfoys collar roughly and nearly lifted him from the bench. Draco offered no resistance as Harry unleashed a scathing verbal tirade against him. 'How dare you speak to me of regretting anything! What gives you the right to think you know me in any way, shape, or form? After all you've put me through you have the audacity to talk to me about regrets?! What could you possibly have to say to me that might cause me the slightest regret in regards to you?' Harry snarled furiously, the pain and loss shimmering in stark relief in his tear misted eyes.

'I think I'm falling in love with you...' was Dracos only and last line of defense.

Authours Note- So? What did you think? This chapter better? I hope you liked it because the next chapter is going to be an emotional roller coaster for both Draco and Harry. Lets pray they have the strength to pull through.