AN: WOW!! I got a heck of a lot more reviews than i thought i would!! And sorry it takes so long for me to update and stuff, but I've been really busy, and this weekend I seriously had no time for updating. But now I am so hopefully you people can forgive me!! I'm still not sure where this story is headed. any ideas are welcome. So, I guess I should stop boring you with this stuff and get on with the story!!!! I'm too lazy to write another disclaimer so please look at chapter numero uno!!

Chapter 2

--FYI: this goes back in time a little, before Harry gets the letter--

Gryffindor's Golden Boy sighed as he made his way up to his room. Ron and Hermione were currently "finishing their homework," which for some unknown reason involves snogging like crazy. He had been working with them, but he left as soon as they began paying more attention to each other and basically ignoring him. Don't get him wrong though, he was glad his two best friends had finally got together after having been oblivious to their own and each other's feeling (they're in their 6th year).

It was hard having his two closest friends so madly in love with each other. Sure they tried to not show too much affection around him, but he couldn't help feeling a little jealous. Why couldn't he have someone? He could have talked to Sirius about this, but now he's gone.

The emerald eyes glassed over at the thought of his godfather. He couldn't stop blaming himself for hi death. Right after Sirius died, Harry had been distant from everyone. Ron and Hermione were worried sick of course and tried as hard as possible to get him to open up a bit. He felt like they were suffocating him then. But now he acts like he used to. He acts like the loyal, brave, and happy Golden Boy that everyone expected from the Boy Who Lived.

But it was so hard keeping up his mask, the man he looked up to as a father died, because of him. Tears threatened to fall from his beautiful eyes as Harry held them back. He couldn't let them go until he was alone. He made his way down the hall and went straight to his bed. He made sure no one could get in and then flopped onto his bed as tears ran down his cheeks. The courageous Gryffindor wept into his pillow so as to stifle his sobs. Then his tired form drifted off to sleep. It was disturbed only minutes later, by a tapping on the window. An eagle owl flew in, dropped a letter on the floor and swiftly flew out the window and soared off into the night.

Tired emerald orbs stared at the letter on the floor and picked it up slowly. In a clearly neat and practiced writing it said Harry Potter. His fingers cautiously opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of parchment. He gasped as he found out whom it was from...Draco Malfoy, his enemy. He was shocked to say the least. Why would Slutherin's Ice Prince want to write to a Gryffindor, much less the Golden Boy himself? Then a sense of dread ran through his veins and he became worried.

/Something is wrong, I know it! Wait, why am I worried, this is Draco Malfoy. He's probably gloating about something. Or trying to trick him into something. He was a Malfoy and considering all the ridicule he has put me through, I wouldn't put it past him./

But for some reason, he knew this wasn't true. Draco wouldn't take the time to write and send a letter to him. He wasn't like that. And Harry should know since they have been fighting for years. Up until last year, Harry would have easily believed the young Malfoy was trying to trick him, but not after what he realized.

Over the summer, Harry had a lot of thinking time. Yes his aunt and uncle kept him busy with work, but his mind always wandered as he cleaned. The act was, he found out he was gay, or bi at least bi. He was still attracted to girls as well, but guys seemed so much more interesting. Lately (since last year) Harry noticed attractive things about guys, especially one in particular. And surprisingly enough, that one is Draco Malfoy.

Harry noticed the pain and confusion in the Slytherin's silver eyes. To most people his eyes looked emotionless and cold, but if you looked hard enough, or had a strange sense of knowing who people really are, you could see that the small blonde wasn't that cold . The Ice Prince was very good at hiding his emotions though. Harry had an extremely hard time finding out and at first thought he was imagining things, but soon realized who he really was. But he still didn't make any sign or show any offer of friendship. Malfoy had continued to ridicule him and his friends. Unless he let up a little, Harry wasn't sure if he would ever offer a sign of truce or friendship.

Well, the fact of the matter is, Harry realized how hot Draco was. With his slightly muscled, but lean and small frame. And his gorgeous silvery-blonde hair. And not to mention his sexy silver (with bluish specks) eyes. But the way he acts, and Harry's Gryffindor views don't mix well right now. Maybe someday they can both get past everything they are expected to be.

Anyway, back to the letter, tired as he was the Boy Who Lived quickly and carefully read the letter. He gasped as he read what Draco had to say, and was 10 times as shocked as when receiving the letter. A look of terror passed the boy's face and his normally tan skin paled some. The Potter heir was confused and scared at once. Through the thoughts running through his head, Harry picked out the most important. Get to Draco first. And with that Harry ran to get his Invisibility Cloak and checked the Marauder's Map to find out where Draco's room actually was. After memorizing the location, Harry ran through the Gryffindor common room and took off towards the dungeons. The 6th year Gryffindor ran as fast as possible while keeping on his cloak. Filch would not be able to stop him from reaching the Slytherin, but he could easily slow him down, and that could make a huge difference.

Finally reaching the dungeons, Harry was glad to see someone had been out late and was just going in. He managed to get inside just in time and as quickly as possible he dodged the many students and made his way to Malfoy's room. Once he got there, breathing very heavily, he turned the knob. As he feared, the Slytherin placed locking spells on the door so no one could stop him. Harry took out his wand and used as many unlocking spells he could think of. The he remembered one Hermione had recently forced taught him. After whispering the spell, hoping like crazy it would work, he could feel his time was running out. The insufferable door, which Harry had just thought of many creative ways to have it destroyed, clicked, and Harry thanked Hermione like crazy that she was so smart and obsessive with homework.

After deciding that throwing the door open in a dramatic and loud fashion was not him (and plus it would bring more attention to him, which was something he knew would be bad), the ever-so-thoughtful Gryffindor opened it enough so he could slip through. Once inside the dimly lighted room he searched for the blonde. He caught sight of the small Slytherin holding a dagger in his hand, sitting next to his bed, blonde hair falling into his face. A single lamp's soft glow around him. He looked lost and surreal at the same time.

Any other moment and Harry would have been enraptured and have reveled in the sight the blonde had made. But now was certainly not the time. He rushed over to the boy and noticed he was still conscience.

Desperate silver eyes met worried emerald orbs, and the blonde whispered, "Harry? Why are..." "Shh, Draco. What did you do to yourself?" looking at the Slytherin's arm, Harry began to cry at the sight.

A confused Draco looked even more desperate, "Why did you come Harry? I'm supposed to kill myself while you laugh and throw away my letter. The next day I am found dead and everyone is glad. Then you marry some lucky girl and live happily ever after. What are you doing here?"

A sob wracked Harry's lean frame as he wrapped the other's arm with a piece of his shirt. Draco was still able to talk so he must have come in time. Draco should be ok. Sighing in hesitant relief, Harry looked up to Draco's eyes again, away from his haunting arm.

He opened his mouth so as to set the record straight for the Malfoy heir, and then gasped in shock and worry again as the normally set, controlled and cold gray eyes of the Slytherin Prince became hazy. "Draco!"

The small blonde slumped forward and lost consciousness . Panic set into the Golden Boy's emerald eyes again. Deciding on what was best, the Gryffindor carefully and quickly picked up the smaller boy, and grabbed his Invisibility Cloak. He rushed out the door and was momentarily surprised there was no one in the common room. Then realizing it must be late, he thanked whatever god there was that gave him an easy and quick way to help Draco. Practically running out of the dungeons, all the while protectively holding the delicate Slytherin, Harry rushed to the Infirmary and Madame Pomphrey.

When he finally reached it, he rushed inside and desperately called for the older witch. "Madame Pomphrey! Madame Pomphrey!! Help!!" Hearing the yelling, she hurried in and once she saw the courageous Golden Boy's frantic face and the figure in his arms, she firmly told him to lay him on a bed.

"The cut's very deep. He is one of the last people I would think would do this. I'd ask what happened, seeing as you two are rivals, but that can wait until later." Madame Pomphrey quickly said a healing spell. "It won't heal it completely. There'll be a scar. And he has lost a lot of blood so he won't be getting up anytime soon."

Harry looked at her in a less distressed face, but still worried and she answered his unasked question, "I'm not sure what is going on, but I know you wouldn't try anything wrong, so you can stay. Besides I would rather not get mixed up in your strange affairs young Harry. Tell me when he awakes though." With that, she offered a small smile of reassurance, which he returned with an even smaller smile of thanks. She then walked off to rest and wait on her own, leaving a concerned Harry watching an unconscious Malfoy.

----------So what did you think?? PLEASE REVIEW!! they help my though meats a lot. I don't think this came out as good as I'd hoped. Hopefully it's up to you people's wonderful standards though.