Draco wasn't in potions. Harry didn't understand why suddenly he felt so concerned. Something about the pain on Malfoy's face, it was vulnerable like a child. It was a part of Malfoy Harry had never seen before and it made the boy well human. Malfoy was good looking. Harry stopped at that thought. He had never thought of himself as gay but then again he didn't have much experience in the matter, his love life consisted of the few months he spent with Cho. Before Hogwarts no one in school would talk to him except to fling insults or threats; he just kept his head down his mouth shut and hoped no one would feel the need to pound on him after classes. Home didn't help either, being gay was abnormal and unnatural but then again so was being a wizard so perhaps it fit. Harry didn't have much time to dwell on it as Snape called him to answer a question he hadn't heard.

Draco woke up in the medical wing, he must have passed out from the news. His parents, his house, everything was gone. Now the Dark Lord wanted him. Why had the Dark Lord killed his Father and Mother? Probably displeased him in some way. His father had promised the Dark Lord that his son would serve him. Draco had never really thought about good and evil not n the extreme way. He always just did as his father said to avoid being locked away or beaten. His father chose even his friends. But he was gone now, everything had changed overnight. Potter Draco thought what am I going to do about Potter? The boy who lived had become Draco's obsession, first he wanted him as a friend, then enjoyed making him blush and embarrassed and now. According to his father love was a weakness and was not part of the Malfoy life. Of course his father set him up with the most prestigious families daughters wanting to join strong families together like they did in the middle ages. But it never worked. Draco knew he was gay. He had known for a long time but never told his father. The relationships with girls just never worked. They never felt right, never special not like the way he felt when he kissed Harry Potter. Draco wanted his brain to shut down. There was just too much to think about. Draco thought about death often. He wondered what they world would be like if he just died. If he had been home for 2 more days he would be dead or in the custody of the Dark Lord in which case Draco would kill himself. He would never be like his father. Just then Madame Pomfrey came in and noticed he was awake.

"Oh good you're awake. The headmaster wants to speak to you." She said this as she felt his pulse and tries to shove chocolate in his mouth. "Eat this and go on don't keep Dumbledore waiting."

When Draco reached Dumbledores room the door opened as if expecting him. "Good to see you up and about Mr. Malfoy."

Draco cringed at the name and sat down only to notice that Harry Potter was sitting next to him, with the letter Draco received this morning in his hands.

Harry had no idea why Dumbledore had called him to the office and after reading the letter he was even more confused. What did he have to do with all of this?

"How are you feeling Draco?" Dumbledore said the boy's first name with warmth.

Malfoy would not met the headmasters eyes and simply replied "Hungry"

Dumbledore leaned back into his chair with a sign. "I know this will be a difficult time for you what happened to you father (Bastard Draco thought) and Mother must be very hard to understand."

"I understand, Voldemort killed them." Draco said softly and then turned with dagger eyes towards Potter and said louder "Why is he here?"

"Mr. Potter is here to help." Harry and Draco looked equally surprised

"Help?" They said at the same time.

"Yes Help, I know you to haven't gotten along in past years but Mr. Malfoy you can use all the friends you can get and I dare say Potter is a true friend. And Mr. Potter you know something of what Draco's been going through. So I am grating you to permition to use one of the old classrooms to talk. This does not mean however that you can ignore curfew."

Draco and Harry looked at each other.

"Right now I have to send an owl to the ministry. I expect you to can stay here until I return?"

The boys still couldn't believe this Dumbledore wanted them to be friends?

As the headmaster left, Draco immediately stated, "I have nothing to say to you Potter."

Silence filled the room. God How would the rest of the Slythereins react. Not that any of them were his friends. They only liked him or feared him because of who his father was or because he had money. Dumbledore may have a point. God no Potter would never be his friend.

"Sorry" Potter said quietly although Draco still jumped at the sudden noise "I'm sorry about your parents."

"No big loss" Draco mumbled.

Harry stared at him. Ho could he feel that way about his own parents.

"Do you really hate me Potter?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Umm. No not really. I mean I hate that you make fun of me and my friends, that you think your better then everyone. I mean I don't really know you Malfoy."

"Think I'm better..? That's rich coming from you" Draco sneered "And do me a favor don't call me Malfoy" Had he really just said that?

"Ok, Draco." It sounded weird to Harry "Do you really hate me?"

Draco turned to Harry. He had beautiful eyes. "I do as my father says, at least I use to."

"I hate my life, I hated my father but I don't hate you. Life would be easier if I did."

The last sentence came out so softly Harry wasn't sure he heard him right.

Without their friends around the boys found it easier to talk a bit. Neither one mentioned the kiss. Draco told Harry how he tried to be his friend the Malfoy way and how he couldn't believe it when he chose Ron and Hermonie over him. "God how arrogant."

Draco danced around the actual confession that he was jealous but Harry got that idea and told Draco some of his life before he found out he was the boy who lived. No friends and no real family. The boys sat in silence for a moment. Dumbledore walked back in, looking satisfied that the boys weren't bleeding.

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