Disclmaier: I don't own any of these characters.yet! Muhahaha, ok you know I'm joking, right? RIGHT?!?!?!?

A.N: This story is dedicated to my little sister, Denise who is known as Alanna. I love you impy!

Chapter Six

Draco smiled evilly as Harry glared at him from across the train

"How did you know, jackass?" Harry snarled.

"I wouldn't be using foul names if I were you Potter," Draco drawled lazily, his cold eyes filled with wicked laughter. "Who knows what may slip out of my mouth?"

"I'm in no mood for this Malfoy," Harry said, suddenly VERY tired.

"I know," came the cold voice filled with laughter "Oh my, I know."

"Are you going to tell me HOW?" Harry said, his voice rising in a sort of panic.

"Why should I do you any favors?" Draco said, enjoying the look of alarm that crossed over Harry's face.

Harry stared at Draco, his mind at a complete blank. He didn't know how to answer. He didn't even know what was going ON. The panic was rising in his chest, though in truth he didn't even really know what he was so anxious about.

"I'll do anything."

Draco's smile widened as he heard Harry say the words he was longing to hear. "Anything? Really now. That makes it MUCH more interesting."

"But you've got to promise not to tell Ron, Hermione or ANYBODY else about this or so help me Malfoy, I will not rest until I find a way to KILL YOU."

Malfoy rolled his eyes. Like he would make deals. But he wouldn't tell anybody.not yet anyway. "Yeah Potter, sure."

Harry stepped closer to him, his green eyes staring into Draco's icy blue ones. "Now tell me, how do you know?"

"I overheard my father talking to the Dark Lord. Although I don't follow in Lord.you know who's name, my father does. Though he does not know I will never obey his master. Anyway, Potter, I know all about the dream HE sent you. I know that he sent the same to your aunt and she was watching you make your decision in the shadows, unknown to you. He figured you would pick your friends over a chance to let your parents live again.and in truth, that would be the right thing to do. But I know that your aunt went ballistic and beat you. I know it alllll Potter. Voldemort was there that night and the nights following. He was watching you lie alone on your bed for weeks, without eating. That's why you look like a friggin skeleton. That's why there's sadness drawn all over your face even though you may try to hide it from the mudblood and the weasel. And now, I will tell the entire school unless you do as I say."

Harry stared at Draco, trying his hardest to keep from jumping on top of him.

"Do you really want people to know that you got the shit beaten out of you by your AUNT? She doesn't look like she could break a straw. And I will tell the whole school. Yeah it doesn't sound THAT bad, but the Slytherins will make it worse. Just see if we don't."

"What do you WANT from me Malfoy?" Harry asked tiredly, rubbing his hand over his eyes.

"You. Don't make fun of me, don't pick fights with me and do whatever I tell you. Or else I tell the whole school. And you don't want that."

Harry sighed, his brain on overload.

"Fine Malfoy. Whatever you want. Just don't tell."

"All right Potter. Now go back out there and don't say ANYTHING," Draco said, his exterior calm contrasting his excited interior. Finally he would get Harry Potter. Finally.

A.N. Hola my TWO LOYAL READERS, Alanna and Nikki! I love you two muhaha. And I'll love anybody else who reviews. I'll update more. Aren't you BURNING with curiosity now??? Good. Hehe. ~^~Kalandria~^~