Author: Evita Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I don't make any money out of this and do it for fun. Don't sue

This story contains slash (Harry/Draco) or (Draco/Harry )Whatever

5th year, now AU because book five came out

I'm redoing the fic a bit, for I'm not happy with it.

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Chapter Two

His fifth year at Hogwarts was going to be different, he just knew it. You could already see the little signs, for example platform nine and three quarters was guarded not only by magic but also by people. This had never happened before in Draco's school days. He was walking towards the barrier and checking himself out one last time a window, Yes there he stood Draco Malfoy, still a little 15 year old boy but he was different, he no longer glued his hair to his head, was wearing a green turtle neck and stylish grey pants. He brushed the hair behind his ears and checked himself over once more. How much time had he spend looking different, looking nice, un - Malfoyish. (Let me tell you A LOT) He just hoped Harry would notice. Why he wanted Harry to notice. He didn't know why but the drem was always in the back of his mind. Did it have a meaning if it did, what was it? He remembered how he first met Harry in the robe shop and he was fascinated. But only a few days ago (the morning after The Dream) he understood why Harry had rejected him. His friendship. Why he really did. Harry had been afraid and Draco well, he wasn't really being friendly, and had insulted Hagrid and Weasly. Potter's first connections to the wizard world. Of course he had been nervous wanting to make friends with someone. Sure he had Crabbe and Goyle, but they did not fascinate him as Harry Potter did. So here he was Draco Malfoy with a new look and one could say a new mind 'cause he started to think differently about things, about people.

But of course that didn't stop him from being nervous, or keeping an eye out for Harry. Harry? Yes Harry it had been Harry for a few days now. And he just loved the sound of that name, Harry. Though he was far from admitting that

"Draco are you nervous?" He was jerked out of his thoughts by his mother Narcissa Malfoy.

"Maybe a little mum."

"Why are you nervous then?"

Who would have believed Draco had the grace to blush, for a pink stain crept over his cheeks. "Um... Well you know it's just well you know the new year and everything and ... well the rising of Voldemort. And maybe."

'WHAT Draco! Don't you say his name, not here not in public!' Narcissa was shocked and I wouldn't have blamed her.

I said his name? I guess I did Í never did that before I never dared. So why now? "I'm sorry Mum"

"There is something going on with you mister and you better tell me." She said eyeing him suspiciously

"It's... well not important."

"Don't talk bull with me!" O oh an angry Narcissa was never a good thing.

"I'll have to go now Mum or else I will miss the train. Love you." "You do realise we will have to talk about this don't you Draco?" Narcissa was also very well know for putting her foot down.

"I'm a little nervous! And the name just slipped. Don't fuss about it."

"I can perfectly tell when there is something wrong with my son or not, and now hurry up or else you will miss the train. Bye darling and I WILL write you."

He waved his mother goodbye as he entered the train. Great she noticed but then again when did she not? He remembered when he burned a hole in his father's most expensive rug. And desperately tried to hide it. She had noticed there was something wrong. Or the time he felt bad about the mudblood thing, yes even in his letters his mother would notice. Can't possibly tell her I dreamed about Potter in *that* way. Well I'll worry 'bout that later. I wonder where he is.

I just did not admit that I wanted to know where *Potter* is. Potter? Yes Potter not Harry definitely not Harry, nope Potter. Okay who said Draco was completely sane. ( This writer most certainly did not.)

He was just walking through some insignificant train carriages when he bumped into someone. "I'm sorry are you alright? He heard a male's voice say." "I would be quite alright if just didn't feel to need to so ungraciously bump into me." He looked up and saw something that stunned him, all anger disappearing: a man, what 25? Long brown/black hair. (and when I say long I mean long) Brown eyes. And definitely not a student.

"I'm sorry sir." "So its sir now? Ha ,don't bother I'm Matthew Salis. "The new DADA teacher, but you can call me Matt, sir makes me feel so old and I'm just 24."

"And who are you?' "

"I'm Draco"

"Draco? Draco Malfoy?" "Yes sir."

"Oh just stop *sir-ing* me, or I will have to deduct points for that." Matt was fascinated by Draco the boy could be so cold one minute and so . nice the next, was it fake? And if it was which was fake the nice part or the other? But he always analysed people the moment he saw them and maybe this analisation was a little to fast.

"Comon'we can't stand here in let's find a compartment to sit in." 'Kay Matt' And he smiled at him. Yes, Draco had just decided he liked this man.

When they entered the next compartment Draco saw Green eyes, Harry Potter's eyes. And the first thing he thought was:

There is something wrong with you.

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Author's notes: Draco is not in love with the Matt. They will be friends. And Draco and his mother have a really good relationship ( if you didn't notice that already) And Draco was really upset when he called Hermione a mudblood the first time, or more shocked of what he had said. (at least he is in my story) Later he became used to it.

(What's with the *and Draco's* eh?)

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Evita