It finally came to the day when Draco was ready to start taking lessons again. Madam Pomfrey had told him that he was looking much better and was able to begin lessons and to try to get to know everybody else again.

Draco had put on his robes, and he had practically stared at the crest on his robes.

Slytherin?

He was in Slytherin?

He shook his head and sighed. He obviously must have been quite evil, then. But then again, he could not remember anything that he had done. He searched through his memory, and realized that he possessed a lot of knowledge about the Dark Arts.

Who was he? And what kind of family was he from?

He really didn't know. He had to go get answers from Harry.

So far, Harry was the only student he knew. He really couldn't refer to Harry as a friend. Both of them were so…different, in a way.

"Ready, Draco?" It was Harry.

Draco almost jumped. He hadn't heard Harry come in. Anyway…

"Yeah. I guess so. Anything that I forgot?"

Harry privately thought to himself, Yeah, there's a lot of things you forgot when you took that Bludger to your head.

But when he spoke, he said, "No. Come on. You can sit beside me today, if you don't mind. Ron has agreed to sit with Hermione."

Draco was very relieved. "Thanks."

Draco walked out of the infirmary with Harry, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. He had no idea why everybody seemed to be staring at him. Feeling quite afraid, he tried to hide in Harry's shadow.

"Malf—I mean, Draco, what are you doing?"

"Everybody seems to be staring at me, Harry. I don't feel very comfortable."

"Don't worry, they're probably wondering why you're following me around."

"We weren't friends, were we?"

Harry hesitated. "No. Not really."

Draco blinked. "Were we enemies, then?"

Harry stopped walking. "Listen, Draco. This isn't the time to discuss this. Let's get along to Potions before Professor Snape decides to take my head off for bringing you in late. Professor Snape is the Potions Master, by the way."

Draco simply replied, "Yeah I sort of figured that out."

The rest of the journey to the Potions classroom was continued in very awkward silence.

*

"Let us begin our lesson," said Professor Snape. "Ah. It's good to see some students back in the classroom." He looked briefly at Draco.

Draco involuntarily sat closer to Harry, hoping to seem smaller.

"Draco? What's wrong?"

"Why is he looking at me? Does he dislike me?"

"No. You're his favourite student. Erm. Draco, if you don't mind… I need some breathing space."

"Oh. Sorry."

Draco continued to be a bundle of nerves for the rest of the Potions lesson. Harry really felt like he couldn't blame him, after all, if he had lost his memory he would probably be like Draco.

Then, the lesson ended, and they proceeded to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Listen, Draco. You have to sit at the Slytherin table."

"What? With them?"

"Yes. You're a Slytherin yourself, in case you didn't notice."

"B-But Harry…I…" Draco wasn't very keen on sitting together with the Slytherins who were known for their nasty behaviour.

"Don't worry, Draco." Harry patted him lightly on the back. "You're one of them. They wouldn't do anything bad to you. Don't worry, all right? You can look for me after lunch. I'll be right at the Gryffindor table waiting for you."

Draco was about to protest, but thought better of it. "Okay" was all he could say.

He walked to the Slytherin table and sat down. Suddenly two very large boys took their places on either side of him. Draco had to use every ounce of control to keep himself from running out of his seat.

"Erm." Draco wasn't sure what he should say.

"We're really very happy to see you, er, Draco," said one of them.

"Yeah," said the other.

Draco didn't need long to see that both boys were incredibly stupid and that they were on his side. "Oh. Okay."

Neither boy questioned him nor noticed it when he didn't seem to remember their names.

Draco finished his lunch as fast as he could. "Er, listen. I have to go. Both of you…carry on."

Both boys seemed more than happy to oblige.

Draco walked towards the Gryffindor table, where Harry was just finishing his food.

"Harry?"

Harry swerved around and looked. "What's wrong?"

"Who are those two?" He pointed in the direction of the two boys who talked to him just now.

Harry almost burst out laughing. He had forgotten to tell Malfoy about his two "henchmen" Crabbe and Goyle. What a fright Draco must have gotten! Fortunately, Harry managed to control his laughter. He wasn't sure of what Draco would think if he had suddenly started laughing then and there.

"They're Crabbe and Goyle," said Ron. "They're always following you around."

"What?" Draco was bewildered. "Is there any way I can tell them not to follow me?"

"Sure. Just say the word and they won't. They look on you as their boss, Malfoy." Ron grinned.

Draco looked at the red-haired boy. "I'm sorry… Erm. Who are you?"

"I'm Ron Weasley! Harry's friend."

"And I'm Hermione Granger," said the brown-haired girl sitting next to him.

"Oh. Erm. Pleased to meet both of you." Draco started to feel uncomfortable again. Harry noticed it this time. This Draco Malfoy was definitely very different from the Draco Malfoy everyone once knew.

"Hey, I think I'll just show Draco around the school. I'll see you back in the Common Room."

Harry noticed as a look of immense relief flooded Draco's face.

"Come on, Draco."

All Draco could do was nod.

*

"I notice you aren't very comfortable around people, Draco."

"Yes. After all…Everything is so unfamiliar. I can't even tell where my own Common Room is! It's all so strange. The only person I know is you and I don't know what to do. Sometimes I just wished someone would tell me what to do."

Suddenly there was a loud boom.

"YIKES!" Draco started. He grabbed Harry's arm. "What in the world…"

"I don't know. It came from over there. Want to take a look?"

"Well. Okay."

With Draco still issuing a death grip on Harry's arm, both of them walked closer to one of the empty classrooms.

Harry looked in. And then he started laughing.

"What?" Draco looked in.

He noticed a sandy-haired boy standing beside a burnt table with a very very burnt expression.

Draco sniggered. It did look a little funny.

Just then, the boy noticed the both of them.

"Harry, it wasn't my fault! The spell must have gone wrong… And what are you laughing at, Malfoy? Harry, why is that git with you?"

Git?

Draco sighed. He must have been a very horrible person.

Harry noticed the look on Draco's face. "Listen Seamus, it's a very long story. Just understand that Draco is different now."

The boy called Seamus laughed. "Some things will never change, Harry."

"That's what I thought too, Seamus." Harry turned to look at Draco, and his expression softened. "But I was wrong."

Draco felt his neck becoming very warm. He averted his gaze from Harry's green eyes.

Immediately he became very aware that he was still grabbing Harry's arm. He let go.

Harry blinked at the sudden loss of pressure on his arm. Then Harry turned and said, "Er. We've got to go now, Seamus. See you around."

To Draco, he said, "Er. We still have lots of stuff to see. Come."

As Draco followed him, he noticed that, weirdly enough, the back of Harry's neck was red.