Warnings: Still slash (don't like don't read), Romance, smiles, All in English, Fluffy maybe, End is not guaranteed, possible POV Changes

Disclaimer: Ok… I borrowed these characters, they're not mine, they're JK Rollings. I'm just playing with them and when I don't need them, or I'm tired of them I'll give them back… unless she wants to give them to me tomorrow since it is my birthday after all (30. may)!

Pairing: Harry Draco

Summary: Draco is in total love with Harry; Harry is oblivious to that fact! Will Fate join them?

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I think nobody reads it anyways, but I like to write them so I do… It is my first story I publish! I don't need flamers, and if you want to say negative things please leave ideas, not just things like "It sucks" I want opinions and reasons! Ah yes… Draco and Pansy have been backing cookies and a plum cake! They're good really… Does anyone want some?

Ok, on with the story

Chapter two

Still Draco's POV

Summer Holidays where very different from those that I used to have. Father was in Azkaban and mother was becoming depressed. Not just sad… No depressed. Most of the time she wasn't at home so I had plenty of time to rethink things and make evil plans (Muahahahaha). But in fact I spend almost the whole vacation thinking about Potter. I don't know why but I really wanted to see him again. Catch his attention and so on, see his or should I say my smile again.

And that is how on the first September I stood on Platform 9¾ waiting just to see him.

I looked around to see if I saw the Golden Trio.

The holidays were over quite fast. They hadn't been nice… No, I almost hated them. Mother was simply depressed and I didn't even know the reason… or rather, I knew the reason, just didn't understand it! Mother was or always had to be the perfect woman. She never was her real self… just a mask, pretending.

Yes mother… When we where together we both where real… We dropped our masks and would do something together… we would have fun together, laugh and giggle, play have fun! We could share our real selves. And now that father was gone she could be herself.

But no… She had to be so damn depressed… Really, I didn't understand the reason! Why the fuck was she so depressed?

I stood on Platform 9 ¾ and the sight of so many happy, smiling and laughing students almost made me smile. Almost! Malfoys have to keep appearances after all… They don't smile! They simply don't.

25 minutes until the Train would leave… I'm still early!

Ah yes, Hogwarts. I had missed it! All those little things in it, like the disappearing doors, the screaming doorknobs and even the jumping tables. I smiled inwardly while putting my trunk inside the train, and stepping outside again. I had missed Potter too… Of course I wouldn't say it aloud but I really had missed him.

This year I was going to apologize to him for being a prick all these years! I would put the misunderstandings and my pride beside and would apologize. To him and to Granger! But never to Harry's friend, Weasel-bee. He's poor and dumb and looking for fame around… Wait… hold it and go back! Did… Did I just think what I think I thought? Did that just make sense…? But did I think of Potter as Harry? Oh god… I'm going nutters! And talking about the devil!

My look lingered on Potter. Damn he looked hot… Wait again… Did I just think of Potter as hot? 'Well he certainly does look hot?' Said a small voice in the back of my head. 'Shut up?' I commanded but the ill was done. Oh well… He was hot alright. The ugly glasses were gone, probably replaced by those Muggle things they called contpacts… contaps… ah contacts… That was it. Now with them gone his eyes shone out. 'Emerald green, forest green…' I felt stupid for my thoughts 'they're green for goodness sake… green and nothing more!' I told myself.

His hair was now slightly longer than last year. It looked like a styled mess now, like he actually wanted it that way, not like his hair had had a battle with the comb and the hair had won leaving the comb shattered on the floor. His skin was a golden tan… and his outfit… 'Probably Granger had helped him!' I thought looking at his outfit. He was wearing a black shirt that hugged his tall frame. His black jeans hugging his ass. He looked gorgeous if you asked me.

Suddenly he looked up and our gazes locked. Stormy grey met emerald green. And we looked at each other. We didn't glare or sneer… no, we looked, and I thought I would drown in those eyes… In that green sea.

And he smiled… It was that smile that was mine. Only mine, nobody else's… mine. He smiled and me? My lips twitched upwards, not much but remember I'm a Malfoy and just the slightest smile is a smile after all.

I think I was the first to break that incredible 'spell' and looked over his shoulder. There they where, Granger and weasel-bee, talking and obviously they still hadn't noticed Harry… ('Harry! Oh fuck it all… Harry it is then!') I looked at Harry again who apparently had already put his Trunk inside of the train. He looked at me and with a nod of my head in weasel-bee's direction I walked inside the train.

When I looked outside I saw Harry calmly walking to his two friends. But just within their earshot he stopped dead in his tracks. I sat straighter and stared at Harry. He stood there, and Granger and Weasel still hadn't noticed Harry. And he went a deadly pale, his eyes wide in, I thought, shock, his fists clenching and unclenching, and his lower lip trapped between his teeth. Then Granger yelled. I think it was something like "RON… he's your friend!", something like that. Harry went to the Weasel and grabbed Grangers wrist pulling her away. Granger was Red in the face with anger, and Harry was white as a ghost. Weasley looked like he just had seen a basilisk playing with fluffy bunny's… ridiculous.

The train gave his whistle he always gives before it leaves and before I made myself comfortable, and Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Blaise entered my compartment I thought 'Interesting…'

This would be an interesting year! And so it began.

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A/N: So did you like it? Is it too short? Too long? I want you opinions! I'm always open for suggestions!

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Joana: Uhm… Draco… Goyle is getting on my nerves here… he wants chocolate!

Draco: Sooo? What do you want me to do?

Joana: Have you got chocolate?

Draco: No… Chocolate makes you fat!

Joana: Goyle is fat already… tell him that!

(Joana gets hit upside the head by Goyle)

Joana: Ouch… Goyle that hurt!

Goyle: Sorry

(Harry enters)

Harry: Hey Joana… Hey Malfoy.

(Harry smiles Dracos smile)

Draco: Eeep blush

(Draco runs out of compartment)

Harry: What's gotten into him?

Joana: No idea… Have you got chocolate?

Harry: yeah! Here

Joana: Thanks

(All eat chocolate while Draco hides in the bathroom)

I just love chocolate!

IMPORTANT!

(Don't ask… I'm chocolate fanatical in these last days! Ok, so, this chapter I wrote what… last year? Yeah, last year! My English wasn't that good in that time and I swear I got better! But the problem is, if I do continue this fic, it's probably going to be a different style from what I've been using here! It's probably not going to be like: Sickness from within, but also not like the previous chapters! If you do not like it I'll stop this story right away, since I have problems with it, even though I loved writing the first chapter! If, even though I'll change writing style you want this fic to continue… you know what to do already! Review… review even if you haven't anything to say about it! One last thing! Please ignore gramma errors… as I said, I wrote it last year, I'm not English, I'm Portuguese and this story was actually only an experiment! I'll have to go now, bye!)

Joana