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Chapter 2: Friends

The rest of the train ride went by without incident. We were all quiet for the rest of the way. I felt a little bad for losing my temper. Just like my father. But I am better than him. I didn't beat Ron like I could have even after he hit me.

When we got to Hogwarts, I didn't want to go the Welcoming Feast. I just felt like going to my room and sleeping. I haven't gotten a decent's nights sleep all summer. But I knew I had to go. Crabbe and Goyle would be worried about me and I didn't want anyone to worry about me.

We sat down at the Slytherin table and I looked at the Grffyindor table while the 1st years went to the front of the Great Hall. Thank god Ron's back was to me otherwise, he would have jumped over the table to get to me. But I could see Harry's face. He looked content but I knew that inside he was breaking. That he was already broken.

He looked up and our eyes met. We just held that glaze for a long time. I couldn't help but think he had beautiful eyes. They were the most beautiful emerald eyes I had ever seen. They shined even through his glasses. I couldn't help but smile. He looked at me strangely and I stopped. I was so embarrassed that I thought he had beautiful eyes that I turned my attention to the front of the Great Hall.

Harry's Pov

When he smiled at me I could feel my heart jump. When did this happen? When did I start liking him looking at me with those beautiful grey eyes? Oh, so now their beautiful? I was so confused. I think that I was just happy that someone was paying attention to me. Yeah that's it.

When he turned away, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. What the hell was my problem? I turned my attention to the front and tried not to think of Draco.

After all the 1st years were sorted the feast began. I wasn't very hungry.

"Harry, is everything alright?" Hermione asked with a worried expression on her face. I smiled weakly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not hungry. I think I might go to bed early." I said and got up. Hermione nodded and I don't even think Ron noticed I left.

Instead of going to the dormitory, I went to the lake. The lake has always helped me sort out my thoughts. I sat with my back against a tree and thought.

My life was turned upside down this summer. There was lies, deceit, torture. It would have made a good book. This summer I cried so much that I didn't think it was possible to cry again. Dealing with Sirius's death was hard. Very hard.

I always blamed myself for things that I know I shouldn't have. Sirius's death, things that happened over the summer, basically everything. I thought I didn't deserve to live. As I sat by the tree I began to cry. I didn't even hear him sit next to me.

Draco's Pov

I left dinner early because I wanted to clear my head. I went to the lake because I always went there when I needed to think. When I got there I saw Potter sitting by a tree. He looked like he was crying. I had no idea what to do. Did I leave? Did I try and talk to him? I decided to sit next to him and see what he did.

When I sat down he looked up to me. I could see his tear streaked face. He was gorgeous. Even when he was cry he was gorgeous. He wiped away his tear and turned away from me. I didn't know what to do.

"Hey, Potter" was all I could think of to say.

"Malfoy." he said. His voice sounded hoarse. He cleared his throat.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked him. I was hoping he would say no. I was not good with helping people

"With you?" he said. I was hurt. I thought he knew that I understood something was wrong. Then I thought I wouldn't talk to me if I was him either.

"I know that I haven't given you a reason to trust me. I was just trying to help you out." I said. For some reason I didn't get up.

"Thanks, Malfoy." he said. We just sat there without talking to one another. Just looking at the lake. I wondered what happened to him. I knew he would never talk to me about it. We sat for about an hour before one of us spoke.

"So Crabbe and Goyle are together?" he asked me. I though this was weird. We sat there for an hour an d he asks me about Crabbe and Goyle.

"Yeah. Shocked to hear it, myself." I said.

"It is kind of strange." he said and we sat another minute without talking. "Malfoy, why is it that we fight?" he asked me.

"I don't know, Potter." I said and left it at that. I really didn't know. Ok, that's a lie. It was because I had too. Because of my father.

"We should stop." he said matter-of-factly. I kind of laughed at that.

"There's a lot of things we should do, Potter. That doesn't mean we do though." I said to him.

"I want to stop, Malfoy. I want us to be friends." he said to me. I was alittle surprised. Should be friends with Potter or should reject him like he rejected me? I looked at him.

"OK, Potter." I said. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.