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Chapter two

Harry sat alone the entire journey on the Hogwarts express, the other Gryffindors would have been with Ron and Hermione; he knew that, he knew he didn't have any hope of keeping them as his friends.

He lay on one of the cushioned seats staring at the ceiling thinking about the coming year. He knew something was going to happen, something big, he could feel it in his gut.

His senses had evolved immensely, he could not only feel Voldermorts emotions but see what he was doing and hear what he was thinking if he concentrated hard enough. The amazing thing being Voldermort still didn't know he could do it.

Dumbledore didn't even know he could do it, and that was how it was going to stay, Harry wanted nothing to do with him any more, all he was doing was making his life a misery, he didn't want to be either a murderer or a victim, he didn't want to know these things any more. He had had enough of being the hero.

Everyone thought of him as the boy-who-lived, someone who would always be there to fight their battles, no more, he wondered how the wizarding world would react when they found out that Harry wasn't going to do anything when Voldermort attacked, he was just going to let him pass.

He knew he had to play along with Dumbledore's games for the time being but not for long. Over the summer he had been tempted to run away but no, he couldn't, he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school for another year, but then he would be free, he could flee the wizarding world and never look back.

He wanted out of Dumbledore's clutches and Voldemorts, he wanted a life away from magic, he didn't want to die and he certainly didn't want to murder any one.

Draco sat in the Slytherin compartment surrounded by his associates, he would never call them friends, no they were only there because of his money, or they were afraid of his father. Pansy was flirting with him; he had to push her off him at least four times before she got the message. Afterwards she spent the time sulking and complaining about her bruised arse.

Eventually he had had enough; he had to escape, he stood up and left slamming the compartment door shut behind him, a signal not to follow.

He walked down the train, which didn't improve his mood, within ten minutes a group of girls, were following him and giggling, he wished they would just leave him alone. Sometimes he hated being devilishly handsome and loveable, but then he caught his reflection in a mirror and remembered how great it was too look like he did God I'd shag myself...god that sounded wrong ...but I really would , man look at my arse in these trousers. Hmmmm polyjuice potion might work if I could just find some... Blaise ha great idea next month I'll shag my ... oh god I've gone too far with this!

Of course Harry Potter was just as lusted after as he was. Stupid Potter, Draco thought to himself, always butting in...But he does have a nice one ... arse I mean I have no idea about his ONE! God bad thoughts to think here STOP it GO DOWN OH GOD now those girls think I... damn these tight trousers they show TOO much sometimes.

But of course he had to admit he did like the new and improved Potter, he even found himself having an attraction to him. He mentally kicked himself for even thinking such idiotic and troublesome thoughts. That way, lay madness and rejection.

It was as he walked down the train, trying desperately to get away from his fan girls, that he saw Potter alone in a compartment, he couldn't help but go in.

Harry was content alone, it gave him time to think about what Malfoy had said to him, he was clueless when it came to things such as flirting (poor, poor Harry) he wasn't even sure he was gay.

Sure he had thought about and Draco did look really...no I will not think such things about that...that...Slytherin.

Harry was distracted from his thoughts by the compartment door opening and the one person he had just been thinking about coming in.

Harry did nothing, he did not move, he did not speak, he just lay there. Draco watched him, his eyes taking in the gorgeous sight before him.

Silence...no one knew what to say. Harry was the one to finally break down as he could feel the constant staring.

"What do you want Malfoy? Or are you just here to enjoy the view?"

Draco considered this statement before answering. "Which would you prefer Potter?"

Harry sat up staring at the blonde in annoyance. "Whatever you want I don't care, there's the door now use it."

"And if I don't want to?"

"You don't have a choice in the matter, get out or I will make you."

"Touchy are we, no friends to back you up, poor Potter."

"I don't need their help, I can take care of myself...unlike you who has to have your two cronies behind you to do anything...where are they by the way, did they get sick of your never ending arrogance?"

"Unfortunately Crabbe and Goyal are like puppy dogs and follow me everywhere whether I ant them to or not, except of course when Pansy's around. Seriously though, PUPPY DOGS i kick them they come back for more, its a never ending nightmare!!!"

Harry flopped back down and resumed his staring. "Does it look like I care?"

"Actually no."

"My god, just buggar off will you."

"Ummmm, no."

Harry stood up; he had ended up the same height as Malfoy after all the mocking that Harry hadn't grown since his first year of Hogwarts. The Gryffindor glared hatefully at the Slytherin who smirked, he knew he was aggravating the other teen.

"I warned you, I said if you didn't leave then I'd make you."

"Then make me Potter." Make me scream…OH GOD

"Last chance...leave."

"You won't do anything; you'd get in trouble with your beloved Dumbledore."

"I've got news for you Malfoy, I don't take orders from him anymore, in fact I take orders from no one."

Harry grabbed Draco by the front of his robes, picked him up and sent him flying through the closed compartment door. People outside stopped and stared at the Slytherin sprawled on the ground groaning as he picked himself up.

He looked up at Harry, he couldn't believe what had just happened, the Gryffindor had certainly grown up...Draco didn't recognize any part of this teen, not any more.