Chapter 4: Hurt Pride

'Why are you asking me this, Malfoy?' Potter was in complete shock over Malfoy's question. But it was a true, why did they hate each other?

'Because I want to know.' answered Draco simply. Potter bit his lower lip and looked around the room, as if asking what the right answer was, as if there was a right answer. Malfoy kept his eyes on the other boy, pondering the answer he would give and very satisfied by the reaction the question gave to the boy.

'Um… I don't know that's just the way it is. You and I are enemies, it was meant to be that way' he paused, 'But it could also be that you are a complete ass and humiliate my friends and I when ever you get a chance. Pick one Malfoy.'

That was a very satisfying answer. Potter really didn't know why he hated his well known rival. This gave Draco a way in. He could be friend Potter without him even knowing it. There was something very alluring about having an enemy and he must say that Potter was a very good enemy. But he could put that great relationship away for another between them.

'Well, at least I know why I hate you.' Malfoy said smoothly and got back to work. Potter tried to ignore the itching sensation he had to ask why, but he caved in.

'Why do you hate me, then Malfoy?'

Malfoy pause for a second before answering, he knew Potter would want to know. It was surprising how easy in was to lead Potter where he wanted him. No wonder Voldemort could always do it. 'Well where do I begin' he slicked back his already perfect hair and continued. 'There is that fact that you put my father in jail,'

'No, you hated me way before then, I know you did.'

'Really am I that transparent, any ways I wasn't finished. And the fact that you get away with everything because you're the Sodding Boy Who Lived.'

'What, like you don't get away with things all the time.'

'Stop interrupting Potter or I wont finish telling you.' he thought some more before answering again. 'And for what you did to me in first year.'

Harry looked around confused, what did he do to Malfoy fist year? He tried the think back to fist year, WOW if felt so long ago. He didn't do anything, everything that happen Malfoy started or got him back for.

Malfoy sat patently as Potter went through his memories. But the retard was taking a long time. 'Fine Potter, for get it. It was a long time ago, I didn't mean to have you think. I know how hard that is for you.'

'No, no. I want to know what it is. Tell me.' Potter really was innocent in what he did and thought. That drove Malfoy mad.

He hesitated in answering. What would he say, what would he do. Potter would probably think he was lying. But Draco was like the Devil, he mixed the truth with his lies. So he told him half the truth, or so he told himself.

'You hurt my pride. You refused my hand of friendship.' Draco said simply.

Potter was shocked, he opened and closed his name like a fish out of water. What was he to believe, he knew that he hurt Malfoy's pride and that he was angry but to think that the event had been such a blow that it still affected the boy to this day. Had Malfoy kept this in all this time. Had he really hated Potter for his hurt Pride. It took Harry some time to gather himself.

'Why are we doing this?' was the question that finally reached Harry's lips.

Draco was on account relieved that Potter hadn't gone on to wanting to talk about the Malfoy's hurt pride. 'I don't know why you're doing this but I'm doing it because we had detention and Snape would lay a golden eyes if we don't do this.' he said labeling what looked to be a jar of slimy worms.

'Don't mess with me Malfoy, why are you talking to me? What gave you the idea to ask me such a question as to why I hate you?' Potter snapped.

'Well, no matter what I will hate you.' explained Malfoy 'But I have to be in this same room with you, and I don't like to be bored so I don't see the harm in talking to you.' he kept his eyes on what he was doing, Potter had stopped all together what he was doing. 'Who knows maybe we'll become the best of friends.' he said sarcastically.

Potter rolled his eyes, only his enemy would joke about them one day of becoming friend in detention. He did some times wonder how different his life would of become if he had shaken Malfoy's hand that fateful day on the train.

He knew if he had shaken the boys hand life would be different. He would be in Slytherin for one and the other is he most likely would of said yes to Voldemort's offer in his first year and joined his side. In do making the bad Harry Potter. But he had to think it wouldn't of been all bad to be Malfoy's friend, I mean being a Malfoy must be great.

Potter was interrupted from his thinking be the voice of Malfoy going off again. 'Don't you think you should help Potter? I mean you have sitting there for like five minute with that same look on your face.' Malfoy had a point, Potter was just sitting there while he did all the work.

Potter shock his head and came out of his dream land of befriending Malfoy. It would never happen there is no point in wasting time and thinking about.

The boys worked away in silence until Malfoy broke it with another attempt to have a conversation. 'So what's your story Potter?'

'What are you talking about now Malfoy?'

'There is always two sides to every story. I want to know yours' Malfoy looked at him with curiosity in his eyes. There it was again, was Malfoy doing on propose, could you turn something like that on and off. For the second time Potter saw, something that was other than nothing in Malfoy's eyes, and that was a big deal.

'Why do you want to know? So you can go tell your father' Harry didn't know what he was talking about. Tell his father was the last thing from Draco's mind. Plus Draco knew his father already knew why Potter was upset. It did happen after the whole thing in the department of Mysteries.

'Why is it that you can never just forget who I am? Pretend I'm the Mudblood or the Weasel for a second and tell me.' Potter looked at him up and down, not wanting to trust him. 'Just tell me something, I don't like to be bored.'

'Do you think I am here to entertain you Malfoy.' What did Malfoy want? Thing were getting to weird for Potter to handle.

Malfoy left the question hanging, what was he to say, Yes Potter you are for my entertainment, that would send Potter off the wall. He was trying to befriend him, not make him go crazy, that was for later. (evil smirk.) But then he couldn't say no that wasn't Malfoy. So he left his question hanging to for the birds to feed on.

'You know there are rules to being enemies.' he told Potter. Harry went with it, at least they were talking of enemies and not friends.

'Is that so? And they would be?'

'They say that you can tell what kind of man someone is by the enemies he has. I think you worthy of having an enemy such as you.'

Wow, did Malfoy just compliment Potter. Well the best way Malfoy could yes I guess he did. But what was going through the mind of Potter at that moment. Well, we are talking about Potter so there was nothing going though his mind. Or was there.

'Do you play chess, Malfoy?'

Draco looked up from his work, what was Potter playing at? 'Yes, why?'