Scar head and the prince Draco/Harry Part 6

Dude you guy's rock! I'm sorry these things don't come out very fast; I've just been very busy with some personal stuff. I'm new to the whole Fan Fiction thing. My friend said they would be liked a lot more on here then on Quizilla, and boy was she right! You guys are great and I'm trying to get them out as soon as possible! I also didn't realize until like… 5 minutes ago that I'm suppose to put that little disclaimer thing, I thought it was obvious! Well, it's all J.K.'s, sadly. On with the story!

Harry had now been at school for about 2 months before he decided to finally write his parents. So he sat in the library, starring at a bit of blank parchment, quill in hand, and thought about what to say to his so called parents.

'Dear mom and dad,

Hey, I finally found some free time from school. It's going great. I made Slytherin house, the hat barley toughed my head, don't worry, I am never going to be part of the dark side. I have learned a lot about your pasts hear at the school. The teachers say hello and they hope that you're doing good. Dad, you were seeker? I guess we really didn't get to talk about it. I wish we would have stayed in London, and at first I thought I was mad. But now I understand what you did was to protect me and make sure that I could eventually go to Hogwarts. Thank you. On the note of Seeker, try outs are next week, I'll be going against Draco Malfoy. He has it now; I think it would be fun to take it from him.

Have you heard of the Malfoy's? I'm sure you have, Draco is probably my best friend in the entire school. We hit it off great. I've also made quite a few friends, I actually fit in here! Well, more than at my other schools I guess. People look at me funny, and whisper. They say I'm the 'chosen one' and that I'm there only hope against Voldemort.

Remember Snape father? He remembers you, what did you do to him? He hates me, but can't hate me at the same time. I had a detention with him a few days ago for being late. He kept going on about how stuck up you were when you attended Hogwarts. I told him unlike you, I would not be like that. How could you be so mean to him? He's an excellent teacher.

Unlike you dad, Snape talked very highly of you mom. He says to take care and that he hopes to see you again soon. It was odd hearing him talk nice about anything. Did you too hook up at all? No, you were probably just friends. All of the teachers talk high of you mother, they say you were one of the brightest muggle born they had ever taught, Minus some mudblood Hermione. But I know your not dirty mom, even if your muggle born. Granger had it coming.

Dumbledore, is the headmaster, of course you know that. Well, he wants me to do private lessons with him to catch up more and to help me defeat the dark lord. I would much rather have them from Snape, Dumbledore is an old fool.

I'm sure I sound like a fool. Don't worry; I may hate Dumbledore and Mudbloods, but I would never join the side of a lunatic that goes out killing innocent people.

Well, I'm so done writing this; you can write back if you want, I would really care less.

Au revoir,

Harry'

Harry sealed the letter and sent it off and on his way back to the Slytherin common rooms he ran into some filth he would have rather not.

"Out of my way Mudblood, you too Weasel." He spat, pushing them as he continued down the hall.

"Don't call her that!" Ron yelled, drawing his wand on Harry.

"Do you think it wise Weasel? Pulling your wand on two of the best fighters in the school? What are you and the Mudblood going to do?" Draco says, walking out from the shadows, wand at the ready.

Harry smirked at Draco then turned to Ron, who seems to be changing his mind about hexing the boys. He glares at Harry. "Some hero."

"What was that?" He hissed.

"You heard me Potter! Some hero! The whole wizarding world is counting on you to save us, and you're siding with Malfoy! You know who his father is? A bloody death eater!" Harry turned to Draco, his wand now at his side and he looked at Harry with sorrow in his eyes.

"It's a lie!" Harry said, more of a question than a statement.

Draco hangs his head. "It's just my father! I would never! Harry believe me!" But Harry had already ran from the hall, tears threatening to pour from his gentle eyes.

Draco followed the teen. He was faster than Harry, or maybe he wanted Draco to catch him. Whatever the case, Draco soon stopped the boy, pushing himself against Harry and onto the wall. Harry's eyes widened as he looked into the calm, loving eyes of the boy that had pinned him against the wall. "Harry, I'm sorry, I want nothing to do with the Dark Lord. Nothing! I love you."

Harry's mouth opened slightly at Draco's words. He then smiled. Moving his black painted fingered hand to Draco's cheeks. Moving forward slightly, he pressed his lips upon Draco's, light at first, then with more force as Draco kissed back eagerly. Draco pushed Harry against the wall, deepening the kiss and licking at his bottom lip eagerly. Before it had started, Draco pulled away.

"That was, nice." Draco said smiling at the boy.

Harry smiled, nodding his head and leaning down, kissing Draco again.