Biiiiig thanks to LLY who not only reviewed, but gave me some helpful constructive criticism. So as I sit here with my Invader Zim beanie, I'll be trying my best to put it all to use. Please, people…model after LLY AND rnrnrn*~Dreamer~*rn AND REVIEW! *cough* and so on with the story…Erm but before we start, I have a few things to correct. The story seems like it's in their 4th year, when really it's meant to be in their 6th, I apologize for that. And another thing, I made it seem like the story was moving a bit too fast. Just bare with me, and it'll all pull together soon.

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---Or did Harry's words make Draco feel shame? Harry truly didn't care; all that he cared about at the moment was making sure Draco knew Harry had had enough. Whether it meant making Draco feel shame or not.

"Potter…" Draco said menacingly; he paused as if contemplating what to say, "I won't warn you again…" and with that, he left.

 Taking airy steps, and still showing his elegance, he didn't turn back once to look at Harry. At that moment, suddenly he had the urge to cast some sort of killing curse. Although, being on the side of Gryffindor, and just being Harry Potter, he knew not of any Dark Arts curses. How could one person make him so angry? Besides, it's not like Harry would ever want to kill anyone, aside from Voldermort that is.

With a sigh, and a quick moment of thought, he too walked off. Only on the opposite end, towards Gryffindor Tower, and entering the common room after having had given the fat lady the password. He plopped down on one of the bigger couches in the room, and began to reminisce about past years in Hogwarts.

Oliver Wood, the previous keeper and captain of the Gryffindor Quiditch team was gone, although he left some nice memories burned into Harry's mind; He and Cho Chang were no longer…well, they'd never really been an item, but since Cedric Diggory's death, she'd become distant. Not that Harry cared any, but she was so beautiful, one couldn't help but wish that he were the main priority in the elder Ravenclaw's life. He missed the pranks Fred and George, the Weasley twins, used to pull. He couldn't help but give a breathily chuckle as he remembered when they introduced him to the Marauders map in his 3rd year, to help him get into Hogsmeade.

Laying his head on the arm rest of the couch and slowly shutting his eyes, he began to think now about his beloved Godfather Sirius. The memories of his Godfather were pleasant, but he still grieved sometimes. He missed no one more than Sirius. From there he went onto his parents, which turned to Voldermort… Harry didn't like thinking of such things, so he shook it off. After he'd calmed, he lied back down, shutting his eyes once more. This time to lay him to what he'd hope would be a peaceful rest.

Leaning against a window in his common room, Draco gazed longingly out the window. The sky was calling for rain, and tomorrow was Saturday, which meant they were going to have a Quiditch match. This time it was Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Draco thought to himself just how easy a match it would be, and why they even paired the two. He heaved a heavy sigh. What was bothering him? Even he didn't know. How dare that prat blow me off like that…he had no right, he didn't! I ask to talk to him and he tries to defy me like he's someone important. Oh, I forget, he is important…he's Harry Potter. The Boy who lived…

            Draco was thrown out of his trance when the two muscle heads with no brains, Crabbe and Goyle, jostled him with a meaty elbow each. He glared an icy glare, one that both were used to seeing. Being that, they were affected by this none, and Crabbe began to speak.

"Oy, Draco, we've got Divination class today, remember? Can't just stay here all day gazing out the window like some sick fool" he finished, whilst Goyle was chuckling heartily. Most likely he was laughing at the fact that Crabbe called a Malfoy a "fool". The blonde was growing even more impatient with each passing second, but bothered not to say anything. He simply smiled, and said,

"Dear boy's, why are you in such a rush to find out your future? I already know what it is…" His expression was smug, and he'd turned away from the two of them. But, the two boys looked interested, and replied still.

"Really, Drake? What is it then?" said Goyle, Crabbe nodded too, again with that same interest and curiosity.

"Hmm…" Draco smirked, pretending to think hard, "in your future I see…death. Yes, and oh…what's this? My hands are wrapped around the both of you twit's necks!"

Crabbe and Goyle stared at him quizzically, as if they didn't understand. Draco caught these faces, and made one of his own; a face of disgust.

"Well, you two goons didn't wake me out of my thought bubble for nothing, now did you? So get off your lard arses and get ready for class!" What was that? Did I just call them lard arses aloud? Oh, for the love of Venus, did I also just hurry them for a class I don't even want to go to? Again with my sudden failure of sense…

He turned away from them, gathering his things before strutting out of the room, and they followed close behind. Draco had completely forgotten that today was a Tuesday, which meant he had classes with Gryffindor. His memory seemed to have been fading today, for just a few classes earlier he was with Gryffindor. Much to his dismay, this meant he'd have to share the same room space with a particular member of the Gryffindor pride again. Great, just great. I get to spend time with that bloody prat for the second time today! With that thought, he sulked as he headed for Divination.

           

Harry was soon awoken to a start when Hermione was yelling in his ear. He jumped up and looked around, seeing Ron and Hermione with agitated expressions. He reached across to grab where he thought his glasses were, little did he know he'd actually slept with them on. With one last glare from Ron, Harry stood up from the couch.

"What's next anyway? I hope it's not…" but he was cut off by Hermione.

"We've got Divination next, Harry" she smiled, for she knew Harry disliked this class more than all his classes; even more than Potions class with Snape. Harry frowned, and gathered his books. He could already tell how dreadful a day it would soon be. Hmm…a day with the Slytherins, eh? Perfect, I get to see Malfoy! What more could I ask for? Harry almost laughed at his sarcasm, but made no room for it as it would ruin his melancholy behavioure.

When they finally arrived at Divination, most of the students had already filled the classroom. Sitting together, excited and wondering what they were doing today, were Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Sometimes, Harry thought Lavender was an extremely beautiful girl, but he couldn't date someone who was so chatty and, well, air headed. Harry decided to take a seat near the window farthest to the left, and Ron and Hermione followed. Even though they were a trio; and best friends…Harry couldn't help but wish that sometimes he could seek solitude. He's specifically chosen that window so he could think, and be alone in his thought. But Harry knows already that you can't always get what you want.  

"So, what do you think I should predict today, Harry? Maybe I should say that in my future, I see myself eating…and in the distant future, snogging with Hermione" Ron joked.
            Although he'd found this amusing, Harry couldn't find the right face to show it. All of them look liked he was choking on the intoxicating fumes that'd filled the room. Once again it was the study of reading crystal balls. He was too busy staring out the window at the Quiditch pitch to even notice that Draco Malfoy had walked into the classroom. When he shook himself out of his trance, or took in a strong whiff of Professor Trelawney's perfume, he lazily looked around the room. Then he saw him. When he caught his beautiful silvery gray eyes, he didn't see that ever growing hate. He saw eyes of a calm, kind heart. His face, though, proved otherwise. His face was showing no emotion, and he knew inside that Draco had feeling. Harry kept his gaze on the blonde, for he couldn't turn away from the boy for not one second.

Draco's looks are so striking. Such a fetching young man in his looks…Every feature of his face is distinctive. Flawless. He seems to have that beauty that…that beauty that you can't just ask for, and attempt to get. No, it comes from good genes, and Merlin knows that being a Malfoy, and a pure blood he's got good genes.

            He paused a moment from his thinking, breaking his attention away from Malfoy. He took a moment to look at Neville Longbottom who'd been misreading his crystal ball again, before gathering his thoughts another moment.

            Did I just marvel at Malfoy, and call him by his first name? Hmm…I'm not as worried about calling him by his first name in thought, but staring at him for his looks rather hate?

Harry hoped something like this wouldn't happen again, and wouldn't have time to anyhow, seeing as Professor Trelawney was hovering over him, frowning down at the ebony haired boy who obviously wasn't reading his ball.

"Harry…" rasped her misty voice, "Tell me, what you see in your ball?" Harry thought a moment about what it is he should say. Not being able to fully think up a lie, he focused his eyes on the ball, and set into a deep gaze, readying to say whatever came to mind. And then he saw it; the misty clouds of gray turned into blurred images.

"I see…I see myself making a friend. Yes, an enemy of mines will become a friend. More than friends. We will become great friends and it will go higher from there…and…I'm also seeing death" Harry swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. Then he continued. "The death…will be expected. People are grieving, but some are mouthing…some are mouthing things like, "I told you so", and "It was all for the best…we knew it'd come soon". But…here I see that the friend I've made isn't grieving at all…they're just…Wait, I can't tell anymore, it's fading out"

Ron stared at Harry, amazed that Harry was reading that. But, was Harry lying? Had he said that to make Trelawney shy off with satisfaction? No, that was too deep of a reading to be made up. Harry looked at Ron, and then Hermione who was now looking at her ball, most likely trying to do what Harry had. Professor Trelawney looked amazed and proud.

"Good job, Harry!" the professor squealed. But, before long, she soon turned to her usual, misty and calm yet depressive mood. "But…I am afraid I cannot be too proud, for I too have seen what you have. I fear that my prophesizing of this death will come true" she trailed off, and Harry was lost in deep thought. Who was this person that will become his friend? His only enemies were Draco Malfoy and Lord Voldermort. He knew for sure he'd never befriend The Dark Lord himself, but, he also felt the same about befriending Draco Malfoy. It just wouldn't happen. It made no sense for them to become friends. And…what's more is, who exactly is it that may die? Was it himself who'd die? If it was Draco who was to become his friend, why didn't he mourn the death, especially if it were Harry's?

Why was Potter staring at me? Doesn't that prat have anything better to do? Well of course not, why wouldn't he be staring at me? I'm so breathtakingly gorgeous one can't help but gawk and stare.

           

Draco watched as Crabbe and Goyle did what they thought was reading a crystal ball. They were exchanging what they saw with each other in excitement. As usual, he was uninterested in the subject's lesson, and fooled around with other things. In the midst of his doing nothing, he turned to look at Harry Potter. Why? He didn't know, and it didn't matter. Luckily, Harry wasn't returning the gaze.
            There's something about that git that draws my attention. He seriously should consider taking a comb to that tangle of hair, and rid those glasses. I bet he'd look nice without them…Wait, what the Hell am I saying? Why, out of all people in this school, am I checking out Potter?

 Before Draco could go any further, or continue to look at the Gryffindor Pride, the class was dismissed. But, not even that drew his attention, it was the porky elbows of Goyle that'd made him come to reality. They'd informed him it was time for dinner, and the left.

Not having much of an appetite, Harry decided to skip dinner. When he'd told Ron and Hermione of this, he'd gained two worried glances.

"Really guys I'm fine, just…I'm just not all that hungry. And, besides, I've got things to do…" he lied. But, he did have something to do. Something he needed to clear up with himself. Once again, something had flooded his mind, which made him unable to focus. Draco Malfoy. Why was Draco on Harry's mind so often these days? The two weren't even friends, and yet he kept thinking of him as if the two had something. Not that Harry wanted anything to do with him, but still, it was always a possibility in his mind. Damn Malfoy, you're so vain you can't even leave me alone in thought, eh?

            Harry didn't have much to do, being alone in the Gryffindor common room and not having any homework. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. A very, very strange one. He headed towards the owlery with parchment and a quill tucked in his cloak pocket.

When he reached the owlery, he'd sought out Hedwigs cage, and sat besides her. He let her out, and she affectionately nipped at Harry's fingers. He smiled down at his lovely fowl, and cooed at her playfully. Fumbling around in his cloak, he floundered for his parchment and quill. When found, he took it out and hesitantly began to write.

Draco,

I wish to meet with you outside at the Quiditch pitch tomorrow around 9:00 pm, if it's okay with you of course. It's nothing serious, but because it is nothing serious does not mean I won't be expecting you, and does not mean that you cannot show up. I'll be waiting for you.

Harry

He stopped, reread the letter and thought about whether or not he should even send it off. Why did he want to even do this? What on Earth possessed him to even consider writing a letter to meet up with him? He thought of how silly it was to request even a moment of his enemies time, and, what if Draco showed this letter to his Slytherin friends? Yet, without another moment's hesitation, it was sent. Sent to Draco Malfoy; to be ridiculed, and laughed at; to be mocked and maybe thrown into a roaring fire. Harry didn't care though, he'd already sent it. All he could do now was wait.

And as he waited, he wondered why suddenly Draco had been on his mind so often. Why he suddenly wanted to bond with him, and get to know the boy. Why now did he feel they could become more than enemies and possibly best of friends?

Such thoughts made Harry feel odd, and wonder about himself. He had no problem now with getting to know Draco, when earlier during the day he just about exploded with fury. When earlier during the day, he had officially felt hate. But…now; now he out of the blue had a feeling that someday he and his nemesis could befriend one another.

            He sat there, resting against the cage of Hedwigs, listening to the soft hooting of the other owls. While nodding off, Harry's mind was still racing with jumbled thoughts. But ones that stuck out in his mind were ones involving Draco. Since he'd been on his mind all day, this was no longer a surprise to Harry. He thought about what he'd tell him if and when they met at the pitch. Would he even accept?

            All this he could wonder about later, because now he felt the need to head off to his dorm to get what he hopes will be a good nights rest.

Lying awake in his bed, Draco couldn't stop fidgeting, so he hopped out of bed and leant against the stony wall, staring blankly out the window. He'd folded his arms, allowing himself to adjust to the cold gusts of wind that'd been streaming through the open window. Moments soon after he'd shut his heavy eyelids, his owl Nocens came. Expecting the letter was from his father; Draco hurriedly grabbed the slip of parchment and began to read.

            A grin curled onto his face as he read the letter silently. Now why would Potter want to meet me after hours, eh? He laughed inwardly, tossing the note aside. He figured he'd make Potter wait, and send him his response early morning. The beautiful blonde once again looked out at the moon, whose shine was just as silver as the iris of his eye, and inner coloure was just as dull as the gray surrounding his pupil. The sky wasn't quite black yet, and wasn't exactly like midnight. The stars were spread out, looking like bits of sugar tossed across a huge lump of coal. Draco appreciated the night sky, and wouldn't mind lying underneath it at the moment. He sighed as he took one last look at the night, and broke away from it; grabbing a pair of pajamas and silently slipping them on.

He climbed back into bed, restless as he was now, and tried to sleep. He didn't know why he agreed to meet Potter mentally, and wondered if he should let Harry know ahead of time. He wondered if he should instead surprise him. No, Malfoy's are quick to the point, not people who surprise. He would make him wait, though. You don't blow off a Malfoy when he asks to speak to you, and expect him to beckon to your calls. Yes, he would definitely make him wait. For both his reply and when meeting him. He laughed inside at the expression that'd be on Potter's face when he shows up late. He shut his eyes, hoping that rest would come with this. He wondered if Harry, too, was unable to sleep.

            The night sang for the boys as they both looked forward to tomorrow night.

Authors Foot Note:  Okay folks, so this was a really long chapter (for my work anyway). SORRY.  I also apologize that it was as uneventful as my sorry, pathetic life. I promise that the next chapter will be interesting; filled with intimacy and angst. It may seem too soon, but it won't when the chapter is longer than this one, and remember people; READ AND REVIEW. Thank you for bearing with me, and reading this. Makes me feel all special inside. BTW, I will be updating every other day (or so I hope) so be on the look out!