After that night, Malfoy hadn't seen Potter for the rest of the school year. He had spent the summer trying to figure out his feelings. He had just spent an entire year getting Potter to hate him, to just kiss him again at the end of it. He wasn't even sure if he did it out of feelings or to just shut him up. Either way, he had to come to face it. He didn't really hate Potter like he thought he did. But liking him romantically? He wasn't too sure on that. That part that was quite hard for him to figure out.

Regardless of his feelings though, Potter and him couldn't even have a friendship with how their lives were. All their friends and family hated each other. It's just something that wouldn't work. Malfoy had considered writing a letter to Potter, but didn't work up the courage to, until he was almost done with summer. He was a little shocked that Potter hadn't wrote either. But Potter was probably just confused as Malfoy was. He figured if Potter wasn't going to make a first move in writing about that night, he had to.

Malfoy tried to write a letter a hundreds of times until he ended up with:

Potter,
I regret to inform you that, despite our past events with each other. We can never be friends because of many circumstances within our lives. So expect me to forever harass you in public and deal with it.
Malfoy

Malfoy considered rewriting it, but then he thought he heard his father coming up the stairs and quickly sent it off with their owl. He hoped that was an okay letter to send.

School had quickly approached and Malfoy still hadn't heard back from Potter. He was slightly worried and scared to face Potter. He hadn't even ran into Potter at Diagon Alley when getting his school supplies. Though it would've been impossible to talk to him there with his father around. As he got on the train he saw Potter's mess of hair go come onto the platform. He quickly went into a compartment knowing, this wasn't the time to get into things with him. Unfortunately, Crabbe and Goyle thought differently. They harassed Malfoy until he agreed to go annoy Potter. He got up and went to Potter compartment. Malfoy put on his nastiest sneer and opened the door.

"Well, look who it is, Potty and the Weasel," Malfoy said when he opened the door. He seen Potter's eyes widened upon seeing him. Malfoy quickly looked away from him and began insulting Weasley. He cut it short when he noticed a man in their compartment with them.

"Who's that?" Malfoy questioned.

"New teacher," Potter got the courage to respond.

He stood up in between Malfoy and the Weasley. Potter eyes were warning Malfoy to back down. Malfoy quickly got Crabbe and Goyle away. He was relieved that the teacher had cut their visit short. They got back to their compartment when the train started to slow down to a stop. And the light suddenly flickered out. Malfoy stepped out his compartment to check what was going on. He seen a tall dark shadow coming towards him. He felt an ice chill flow through his body. He instantly ran. He became worried about Potter and he went down a few compartment doors and opened Potter's compartment door and slammed it shut. He stumbled back into the compartment, tripping over feet.

"What the bloody hell?" Said what Malfoy immediately recognized as a Weasley twin. He realized instantly he went into the wrong compartment. But it was too late to go back out.

"There's a- there's a-" Malfoy's words stuttered as he tried to get the words out.

"Haha, is that Malfoy? What's got you all spooked? The boogeyman?" the other twin said poking fun at him.

Both the twins laughed, but then abruptly stopped as the chill came over the compartment. Malfoy started gasping for breathe.

"...Dementors...outside..." Malfoy told them between breaths.

The dementors passed by. He heard someone say something a few compartments down and a white light appeared outside their door. The chill subsided and the lights came back on.

"Well, that was unsettling," said one of the Weasley's.

"I think my insides just froze over, Fred," said the other.

Malfoy looked at seen it was the twins, Lee Jordan, and Angelina Johnson in the compartment with him. The twins looked down at him and grabbed Malfoy by the arms and picked him up.

"Did you feel something wet and warm go over your foot during that, George?" one twin asked the other as they forced him towards the compartment door.

"I'm not sure, but I think I see a stain on the floor, Fred,," said the other twin opening the door.

"Wh-what?" Malfoy stuttered out in confusion.

"Off you go!" The twins said in unison as they pushed Malfoy out the door and shut it.

Malfoy stumbled away in confusion. He walked back to his compartment where Crabbe and Goyle were huddling there, shaking. Malfoy shook his head as he sat down. The train started up and they were moving again. Malfoy looked out the window watching trees pass by. He wondered if Potter was okay, but then forced the thought out of his head with how stupid it sounded.

The train reached the school quickly. As usual, the carriages were waiting for them. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle ended up on a carriage with Longbottom. On the ride there, Malfoy over heard Longbottom talking to some Gryffindor.

"Did you see those dementors in there? Nearly wet my trousers when they went by" Longbottom said to the boy.

"Me, too. I felt like everything happy was gone forever." The boy said.

"Even Harry fainted at the sight of one of those things coming towards him."

Malfoy grabbed Longbottom's arm.

"He fainted?" Malfoy asked quizzingly. He realized he was about to get suspicious and gave out a laugh and changed his demeanor. "The great Harry Potter fainted at the sight of a measly dementor? Seriously?"

"That's n-none of your business, Malfoy," Neville retorted slightly stumbling over his words as he yanked his arm away.

Malfoy gave a snort and turned away. He became slightly worried for Potter. When they arrived to the castle, Malfoy got a glimpse of Potter and started running towards him and his friends. He realized what he was doing and quickly put on a facade.

"Is it true? Did you actually faint, Potter?" Malfoy said trying to seem delighted about it in front of everyone.

"Shove off, Malfoy," the Weasley said.
Malfoy looked at Potter and could see in his eyes that it was true and then looked back at Weasley.

"Did you faint, too?" He sneered at him. "Did you cry for mommy and daddy?"

The professor from the train stepped in and intervened Malfoy from continuing. Malfoy backed off quickly not wanting to get in trouble. They entered the school and Potter was lost from Malfoy's sight within all the students as they entered the Great Hall.

The next morning, Malfoy went to the Great Hall in search of Potter. He was curious about last night and, also, curious about if Potter ever got his letter. Potter wasn't anywhere to be seen. A group of Slytherin's ran up to him asking if he knew about Potter fainting. Malfoy knew they wanted a show. He gave a big laugh and started to make fun of Potter. He started doing a swooning motion of Potter fainting as Potter actually passed by. Malfoy pretended to not notice and continue what he was doing. He figured he couldn't approach Potter in here so he kept with the charade and did a few more impressions throughout the morning. He didn't managed to run into Potter in the morning at all after breakfast. He figured he wouldn't be able to, until night.

After a few classes, it had already hit lunchtime and Malfoy was quickly scurrying to lunch. He turned a corner and bumped into someone. He looked up and saw Potter. Malfoy felt himself go red.

"Go around the corner and pretend you're doing something," Potter told him quickly.

Malfoy confused, went around the corner and learned against the wall and pretended to read a piece of parchment that had been in his pocket. Potter leaned against the other side of the wall doing the same.

"So why are we doing this?" Malfoy whispered towards Potter.

"I'm avoiding people noticing us talking in case someone walks by." Potter whispered back.

"Okay..." Malfoy said. He waited for Potter to say something, but ended up with an awkward silence. "So you really fainted?"

"Uh...yeah...they came into the compartment and...I just felt like the life was being sucked out of me...and then I blacked out..." Potter said soundly slightly embarrassed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now."

"That's good to hear."

An awkward pause.

"Uh...so...did you, uh, get that letter?" Malfoy asked finally getting the courage to mention it.

"Uh...yeah...I did..." Potter said quietly.

"Why didn't you reply?" Malfoy said feeling slightly annoyed.

"Wasn't able to."

"What do you mean you were able to, you have a bloody owl?" Malfoy said slightly turning towards Potter.

"Don't look towards me, you'll give us away!" Potter shouted in a whisper. Malfoy leaned back on the wall. Potter sighed. "A lot of things happened...I kinda blew up my aunt and had to go on the run...and Hedwig was with the Weasley's...and yeah..."

"You blew up your aunt? That's the lamest excuse I ever heard, Potter."

"It's true!"

"Whatever..."

There was another long silence.

"So...your response?" Malfoy finally asked starting to get anxious.

"Oh, yeah...well...I got what you were saying...and I understand, I guess..." Potter said quietly.

"So I guess, there's nothing else to talk about then, huh?" Malfoy said and pushed himself off to wall to move away. Potter grabbed his wrist. Both still were looking away from each other.

"But I don't fully agree." Potter said.

"What's there not to agree on?" Malfoy asked impatiently hoping Potter would let go of his wrist before someone came around the corner.

"I think we can still be friends."

"How?" Malfoy said with a laugh.

"Not publicly, obviously. But maybe be friends without anyone knowing?" Potter said almost sounding like he was pleading.

Malfoy heard a sound down the corridor like someone was walking towards them from another corridor. He knew he only had a few seconds to respond. He quickly turned to Potter.

"If anyone ever finds out, I'm saying you bewitched me."

Author's Comments: So I hope you are enjoying book 3 so far! I barely have put a dent it in. _

Oh, and I'm still getting comments about how they were making out in the beginning was odd. And I did explain this already in the beginning, but I guess I'll get more into it? I had them kiss in the beginning for a few reasons. I felt the kiss was necessary for the story. I honestly didn't want to start the story as them hating each other and then becoming friends and then getting into a relationship. I wanted that romantic confusion from the get go. And honestly, at age 11, most boys already know about making out and sex(hell, all my barbies were sluts by time I was 9 yrs old) and their hormones are starting to bounce all over(granted not as severe as the teenage years) andtheir bodies are starting to change and develop. And the whole puberty thing, it's a whole mess of confusing feelings. And most kids have a peaked interest on what this thing called 'sex' is by then. I mean, by 10 years old, they already show kids videos on puberty in schools and scientifically talk about sex and how women get pregnant. And then by age 12, they teach kids about safe sex and STDs. So really, the whole kiss, was them just having an unexpected rush of hormones bounce in and them not even know what the hell was really happening and just being left confused because they never had that feeling before. Thus, why nothing more than just a kiss has happened since because the whole event still confuses them. They just know there's some sort of feelings that are going on that they can't explain. Sorry if it made anyone feel awkward. ^_^;

Random feels: So as I was trying to figure out who to put in the compartment with the twins other than Lee, I went to Fred's wiki page on the HP wiki. On the top it said "This article is about George's dead twin"...WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?! TTTTT_TTTTTTT. *extreme sadness and feels*