Disclaimer: See initial chapter

A/N

Yeah I haven't updated in a long time… actually I meant this to originally be just a one-shot. But well my life went crazy with a Robot project which I have just recently escaped from. I don't know how much further this is going to go have I have no real plot direction. I might take it up until H & D become a couple or something. This chapter is Harry's POV.

Post Potions Pondering

Draco was kinda tense in potions today. He seemed to be waging some inner battle. Not that it was really outwardly obvious… the boy has a mask like no other. Not that I blame him with a father like Lucius well… one doesn't expect much from the son. Draco has seemingly risen above that... he hasn't called Hermione a Mudblood all year. Actually she was the only the Muggle-born he directly called Mudblood… I mean he always ranted Mudblood this… and Mudblood that… but she was the only one he ever called that.

He is so hard to understand. I mean I had thought I had him figured out. Then seventh year started and BAM! he is a whole new person. Hell… all the girls who were too afraid of his persona to openly lust after him have now started a fan club. DMFC... Draco Malfoy Fan Club… it lacks originality especially with the HPFC being already being in existence. Oh well fangirls aren't terribly bright. I wonder if the two clubs get along… well actually the probably have a lot of mutual members… those fangirl types aren't very loyal.

If I were a fangirl I'd join the DMFC… he is incredibly attractive in an elegant snobbish way. I mean tall and lean but muscled… unless his Quidditch uniform is telling lies. Damn good thing I hated him all those years… are I might not have been able to play well against him… stupid good looking bastard. But seriously… I don't get why he has turned nice all of the sudden.

Something must have happened to him this summer…

But he'd probably hex the hell out of anyone who tried to get him to "open up" about it. I'm the same way… well I don't hex… I just fake a headache.

Actually we're alike in more ways then I'd like to admit. Must be why we made such good rivals. I don't think we could have been anything else. Me: Golden Boy, Gryffindor, poster boy of the "Light". Him: Slytherin, "Dark Prince", and sole heir of Lord V.'s most powerful supporter.

Damn it.

We had no chance of being ordinary kids. The adults just had to shove their ideals and preconceptions into our world and try to mold us. What I wouldn't give to just be normal. Bastards… they're just looking out for themselves really.

I wonder if Lucius just pushed Draco to far this summer. If Draco has finally stepped out of his father's shadow… then I might have someone worth making a friend. Or something more.

Merlin, I wish I understood that boy.

Hell at this point I'd be happy to understand anything in this blasted world. Seriously the stupidity of the people in it astounds me. Like how half the Wizarding World still blindly believes the Daily Prophet. And why is there only one paper to serve the entirety of UK's Wizarding Community… it makes no sense.

Oh boy… Hermione was talking to me and I was out of it. Now she is going to want to talk about my problems. Doesn't she get it? I don't want to talk to her about that kind of stuff.

Ron looks slightly peeved that Hermione is paying attention to me. If he would only ask her out then there wouldn't be an issue.

I smile at Hermione and make excuses for my inattention. Great she doesn't buy it… she'll corner me in the common room next chance she gets.

DADA… not a class I really have to pay attention for anymore. Not that Professor Bertke is bad, I mean for an American she is pretty alright. And as a plus she wasn't as involved with the whole Death Eater situation… America wanted to stay neutral…though some witches and wizards came over to help out.

Hmm I wish I could talk to Draco somehow…. he'd understand. I could talk to him about Dumbledore being a manipulative bastard and he'd not die of shock.

I want to talk to him… no actually I need to…

If I have to deal with this crap on my own I might just throw myself off the Astronomy Tower and leave them to deal with Lord V on their own… jackassses.

fin

I didn't intend for Harry to be so cynical and sarcastic maybe it's my frustration coming out but I think he'd probably feel like this by Year 7 if things continue the way they have been.