DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except this stupid little plot. Everything else is JK's and if you ever think it is mine than you are just really stupid.
SUMMARY: Draco must pretend to befriend Harry to bring him to Voldemort but what happens when he falls in love? Will he turn his back on his feelings or his master?
WARNING: This is a slash, meaning boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it don't read it. If you read this anyway and flame me then you are again stupid.
A/N: This is the first chapter but it's really short. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
Chapter Two: The Smile
"Harry?"
Harry turned his head towards the source of the voice and stared blankly at Ginny Weasley. Her brown eyes were filled with worry as she surveyed her brother's best friend. He had been staring silently out the window since they got on the train. His face was blank, his usually bright green eyes as vacant as they had been all summer. His skin was paler and his face thinner as if he had been losing weight rapidly.
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked softly. Harry studied her for a moment before giving a forced a smile.
"I'm fine," he said. Ginny looked at him skeptically, her brow furrowed. Harry let his smile widen a little. Ginny sighed heavily while nodding.
"Alright." Harry gave her one last attempt at a smile before he turned to stare back out the window.
The truth was, however, that he wasn't fine. He hadn't been fine since last year when had seen a veil flutter shut. A veil that no one came through. He had spent the longest month ever at the Dursley's before the Weasley's had whisked him away to the Borrow. A month he had spent doing nothing but thinking. Thinking and dreaming about a room with a black veil, about whispering voices, watching over and over as a man feel through the into nothing. Falling forever, down, down, down. . .
It had been a little better at the Burrow. With his friends to distract him Harry didn't think about Sirius as he had at the Dursley's, although his godfather had still been on his mind a considerable amont. Nothing, however, stopped the dreams. Harry had woken on several occasions drenched with sweat and tears to find a worried and ruffled Ron looking at him from across the room Apparently he had begun to scream in his sleep.
The Weasley's did their best to keep him out of the Order business for which Harry was grateful. He couldn't imagine having to return to 12 Grimmauld Place, even if it was now his. Sirius, having no heir, had left everything he had to Harry. Though it wasn't a considerable about, just the house and a bit of gold which had been transferred to his Gringotts vault. He had allowed the Order to continue to use the house, though he couldn't bring himself to go. Kreacher, of course, had long ago left. Harry wasn't a Black so he had been free to go to whoever he wanted. Harry was sure it had been the Malfoy's.
Harry was jarred from his thoughts by the opening of the compartment door. Hermoine and Ron walked in, both with shinning prefect badges proudly displayed on their chest.
"Some of those new first years are a nightmare," Ron grumbled, flopping heavily into the seat beside Harry as Hermione shut the door before quietly taking her seat beside Ginny. "Honestly," Ron continued. "No respect for authority."
"The woes of a prefect," Ginny remarked with a smirk and earning a glare from Ron. "Whoever thought Ron would turn into Percy."
"What!" Ron sputtered looking horrified. "Percy. . . I am not. . . no way. . ." Ron gave up on his feeble excuse for a sentence to shoot a death glare at Ginny. "I'd like to see you try to get those monsters to listen to you. Running up and down the halls, banging into people!"
"Ron," Hermione said with a stern scowl. "They're not that bad. And as a prefect I don't think you should refer to the students as monsters."
"What would you call them then?" Ron asked. "They sure as hell aren't human as far as I'm concerned."
"Are they really that bad?" Ginny asked trying in vane not to laugh at the outraged look on her brother's face.
"One the little beast kicked me!" This made both Ginny and Hermione burst into laughter. Even Harry had to smile. Ron glared angrily at the pair of girls before rounding on Harry who only shrugged still grinning.
"It's not funny!" Ron huffed, slumping back into his seat. The two girls continued to laugh for quite a while.
Ginny had once again scored another point against Ron when the compartment door slid open again. This time, however, the three people that entered were not welcome.
"Well, look we have here, boys," Draco Malfoy drawled glancing around the compartment in disgust. "This must be the compartment for mis-fits. We've got our paupers, our orphan and of course the mudblood." He sneered viciously at four of them while his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
Ron tense visibly in his seat and moved to stand but Hermione put a calming hand on his shoulder. "Ignore him Ron," she said soothingly. "He's not worth your time." Ron lowered himself back slowly into his seat but continued to glare at Malfoy with a look of pure hatred.
"That's right, Weasley," Malfoy sneered. "Listen to your dirty little girlfriend. You don't want to pick a fight with a Malfoy, I could simply flatten you with all my gold.
"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry said quietly from his corner. All three of his friends whipped around to stare at him as if they had forgotten he was there. Malfoy just continued sneer though Harry noticed his cold grey eyes seemed to be burning with some strange emotion.
"Potter is that you," he said. "I thought for a second you were a ghost. Another stunt of your to gain attention, I see. As if anyone care if you wasted away. You'd be doing us all a big favor."
"Shut up Malfoy," Hermione said with disgust evident in her voice.
"Look Malfoy," Harry said calmly. "We don't have time to listen to all the crap that's spilling from your mouth, so why don't you just leave." For a moment Harry and Draco stared at each other. Draco eyes were filled with hatred and disgust while Harry's just seemed calm, almost flat. After a moment Draco smirked.
"Let's go," he said to Crabbe and Goyle who crackled their knuckles threateningly before they turned around and began to walk out the compartment. Draco stopped at the door and looked over directly at Harry.
"Later Potter," he said a sneer evident in his voice but something completely different playing on his lips. A smile. The compartment door clicked shut and Ron immediately began to fume about all the things he'd love to do to Malfoy. Harry however was still staring at the door with a mixture of disbelief and confusion on his face.
Malfoy had smiled at him. Not sneered, not smirked but smiled. A real smile. Not a bitter smile, not a mocking smile but a real smile without a trace of hatred or anger as far as Harry could tell. Harry couldn't understand what would posses Malfoy to smile at him, especially after he had been insulting him.
Harry snatched his eyes from the door only to find Hermione looking at him with the same confused look he knew was on his face. She had seen it too and from the look she was giving him, she didn't understand it any better than him.
Harry watched with very little interest as the new first years were sorted into the different houses. He clapped just like all the other Gryffindor's when a student was sorted into their own house but his mind wasn't really focused on the sorting.
He had thought it would feel good to be back in the familiar castle after such a long summer but it hadn't turned out that way. Since arriving on the grounds Harry had been assaulted with memory after memory. The Whomping Willow where he had watched Ron being dragged away by Sirius. The lake where he had stood battling off a hundred dementors when had thought he truly would be leaving the Dursley's to live with his godfather, his parent's best friend.
He remembered all the times he had spoken to Sirius in the fires, all the letters that they had sent to each other. It was just too much, Harry felt overwhelmed.
Feeling someone's eyes on him, Harry looked up to see Hermione sending him a familiar concerned look from across the table. Harry gave her a weak smile trying to reassure her that he was okay, knowing that it wouldn't work anyway. If anything the look of concern deepened. Harry looked away unable to hold her gaze only longer. He stared silently at him empty plate until the sorting was finished.
Dinner went by as uneventful as possible. Harry managed to avoid any questions Hermione may have asked him by getting into a heated conversation over Quidditch with Dean. The black boy still seamed to think soccer was a better sport. Ron was too busy filling his stomach to notice the silent glares Hermione kept sending his way. Harry knew she was trying to get Ron to take to him and was for once thankful for his friends enthusiasm when it came to food.
Though he ordered himself not to, Harry couldn't help glancing over once or twice at the Slytherin table. Every time he looked he would find his blond haired nemesis talking to one of his house mates. He didn't seem any different to Harry, but the smile he had flashed at the Gryffindor on the train hadn't been very Malfoy like. Harry couldn't help but wonder if the blond was up to something.
After all the plates had been cleared Dumbledor stood from his seat at the high table. Immediately the hall fell quiet. Dumbledor looked around the hall at the students fro a moment before he spoke. Harry couldn't help but notice the usual twinkle was gone from those blue eyes.
"It seems that another year is upon us. I know great many of you return to us not as light hearted as when you left. Already you have suffered from this escalating war. For that I am truly sorry."
Harry looked around and for the first time noticed the subdue looks on many of his classmates faces. Some were just as pale and thin as Harry himself was. Some looked on the verge of tears.
"I can not express to you how important untidy is at a time like this. Differences must be forgotten, rivalries put to rest. We must all come together for we are all battling the same thing. War touches us all, no matter how young, no matter different we may be. Being united as one is the only way we can face what we must. Forget your past differences, so that we may see this future together."
Harry once again felt his eyes wander to the Slytherin table. He was surprised to find Malfoy staring right at him. Though his eyes didn't appear as hate filled as they usually were, there was still something there Harry couldn't quite define. Something that looked strangely like hunger. Harry turned away once again to look at the Headmaster.
"Now, I've kept you from you warm beds for too long already," he smiled a sad smile. "Goodnight to you all." Dumbledor sat back down just as everyone else began to stand, whispering amongst themselves as they crowded to the door.
"Come on Harry mate," Ron said from beside Harry stifling a yawn. "Let's get out of here. I'm beat."
"Ron!" Hermione suddenly appeared beside them giving Ron a stern look. "Come on. We have to lead the first years to the dorms."
"Oh great," Ron mumbled under his breath as Hermione began to walk away. Louder he said, "Coming Hermione. Oh, yeah, Harry the passwords ouvrir." With that he went off to follow Hermione who Harry could already hear yelling for the first years.
Harry go up from the table and headed for the door going with the flow of the crowd. Letting his mind wander Harry was startled when someone ran ruffly into him causing to stumble sideways into a third year Ravenclaw.
"Watch it Potter," he heard someone spit. He looked up just in time to see Malfoy sneer at him before pushing him aside again to get through to crowd.
Once he was out of the hall Harry look around. All the Slytherins were going off down the corridor towards the dungeons. All except a certain blond. Harry watched as Malfoy headed down the corridor that Harry knew lead to a certain stone gargoyle.
Why was Malfoy going to the Headmasters office?
The password to the Gryffindor tower is french for "open up". It's not very creative I know but I couldn't think of any thing. Also could anyone tell me what a beta is? I'm a little new at this whole fan fic thing.
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