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A/N: hello there to all the ppl who read the first chapter of my story Draco Malfoy and the deflection to the light, yeh I know, crappy title, but I couldn't think of anything better, so there you go, anyways I know the last chapter was rather short, but I promise to make it up to you guys, anyway on with the show!

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Chapter 2: Train rides and The Golden Boy

Draco picked uneasily at his half-eaten breakfast, he was sat at the large dinner table at Malfoy Manor, it was the day that he was due to return to Hogwarts, but this year was different, this year he was going, knowing that he was on the same side as the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and a small amount of the Slytherins, he could not let the rest of Slytherin house know of his deflection, the only person he could trust to tell was his ex-boyfriend Blaise Zabini, as his father had also pulled from the death eater services, and turned to Dumbledore, and the light.

On some level, Draco was nervous about telling Harry about his new found goody-goody status, and considering the past animosity between the two, Draco wasn't exactly expecting Harry to welcome him into his posse with open arms.

Draco dispassionately pulled his trolley through the barrier onto platform 9 ¾ alongside the scarlet Hogwarts Express, he got on the train and starting walking along the long corridor, until he reached the last compartment, he looked inside, it appeared empty, so he slid the door open and pulled his luggage inside, dumping it on the luggage rack above the slightly worn seats. He sat down, and quickly lost himself in thoughts of how he thought he would explain his situation to Potter, whilst staring determinedly out of the window, he was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the compartment door open again, and a raven haired teen with glasses slip inside. "Ahem…Malfoy, um do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full", Harry said uncertainly, this caught his attention and Draco, turned to tell him it was fine, when his breath got stuck in his throat, to say that Harry had changed would be an understatement, for the once scrawny teen, was now what Draco would describe to be a tall, dark Adonis, he had grown at least four inches, so he was tall, but not gangly like the weasel, but a good height considering he had filled out over the summer, his tight green shirt showing, just the right amount of Quidditch toned muscles underneath, he has gotten rid of those hideous glasses of his and opted for contacts, his eyes had never seemed clearer, he looked positively yummy and it was all Draco could do not to jump him right there and shag him into the compartment floor.

Harry was slightly worried, Draco had not stopped staring at him for five minutes, and was that... drool? He pulled himself together and poked Draco on the forehead saying, "uh Malfoy, are you alright", this seemed to snap Draco out of his reverie, he shook his head a little and in a confused tone said "what the fuck?", Harry chuckled slightly and replied "uhh you kinda zoned out there Malfoy, and you got a little something right there", Harry said, indicating the drool staining Draco's once perfect shirt, "what? Oh shit!", said a very surprised and altogether disgusted Draco ' way to go Draco now he probably thinks your some kind of freak, what did you think you were doing, openly drooling over Potter like that?' Draco inwardly cursed the little voice in his head, but God did Harry look delectable, if he weren't worried about Harry freaking out, he could just eat him, but he was stopped from what could have been a very embarrassing display, by the sensible side of his brain reminding him, that Harry probably wouldn't thank him for shagging him into the floor just yet.

Harry broke the silence, "umm yeh so can I sit in here, everywhere is full, and I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes now", Draco looked mortified, had he really been daydreaming that long? He decided to reply with his patented smirk and his lazy drawl, "sure, do whatever you want, I can't stop you".

Harry sat down and Draco went back to staring at him, lost once again in his own thoughts 'man, I could just eat him, whatever happened to Potter? He is soooo delectable, wonder where the mudblood and the weasel are, that's a good thought, they're usually joined at the hip', Draco tore himself from his daydream, cleared his throat and asked "so Potter where are your ever present sidekicks?", "They're in the prefects meeting, they should be back soon", he replied, in an extremely bored tone, Draco couldn't think of a reply, he wasn't used to Harry being civil with him so he just said "ok then".

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Harry noticed there was something odd about, Malfoy, he wasn't about to push the subject with him though, because he knew how temperamental he could be, and would rather not be on the receiving end of Draco Malfoy's sharp tongue, unless of course it was doing more useful things like snogging the living daylights out of him, 'oh my god, did I just think that, I mean sure Draco's changed over the summer, and since when was he Draco! I'm going mad I am' , but even Harry couldn't deny the changes Draco had gone through, his muscles stood out nicely, but not too much, his flaxen hair hung just above his shoulders, it looked so much nicer, not slicked back with gel, and he was wearing a black silk shirt, that set off a delicious contrast with his hair, Harry could feel his pants constricting immensely, he looked sat sideways on the seat, and brought his knees up to his chest to hide his growing problem.

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Draco on the other hand, had other things on his mind, he had Harry alone in his compartment, which was the perfect opportunity to discuss, his new found loyalty to Dumbledore and the 'light'. "look Potter, I need to speak with you, before mudblood and the weasel get back" Draco said, trying to sound as civil as possible, Harry looked at Draco, anger evident in his eyes, "firstly Malfoy, their names are Ron and Hermione, or Weasley and Granger to you, keep your filthy insults to yourself, secondly, what makes you think I would listen to anything a nasty little ferret like yourself would have to say?", Harry replied not bothering with the politeness Draco had tried to convey. Getting slightly frustrated, Draco tried the more direct approach, "Ok Potter, I know you don't like me but trust me I think you'll want to hear this", Harry saw no point in trying to ignore him, "fine spill", was Harry's dispassionate reply.

Draco was now at a loss for words, he didn't know how to explain to Harry, how his father had decided to spy for Dumbledore, but he gave it his best shot, "Ok, first of all, I want to tell you, that I'm not that bad a person, which you would have found out, had you taken my hand back in first year, but that's not what I'm here to talk to you about, ok, what I've been meaning to say is, that this summer my father decided to stop working for the Dark Lord", he glanced nervously at Harry and could not decipher the emotions in his eyes, Harry quickly overcame his momentary state of shock, and fixed Draco with an unbelieving stare, "so, you expect me to believe, that your father, the epitome of death eater, has gone all noble and seen the error of his ways?" "Something like that yeah", Harry seemed to ponder this for a moment then shrugged his shoulders and said "alright then".

To say Draco was shocked would have been an enormous understatement, his eyes had once again inflated to the size of dinner plates, and it was his turn to stare disbelievingly at Harry, "what? No, don't you try and bullshit me you fucking bastard, Harry looked up from where he was currently gazing out the window, his gaze softened towards Draco, and he said "I'm not going to bother arguing with you, I'm sick of all the animosity, so from now on I'm just going to take whatever you throw at me", Draco seemed to take that explanation, plus he was also getting sick of fighting with the raven haired boy, "and plus, Dumbledore already sent me a letter, telling me that your dad had been to see him".

Draco ran this over in his head and came to the conclusion that he should have realised the old coot would have let his Golden Boy know everything, this satisfied him, so he settled back into his seat.

A comfortable silence had fallen between the two boys, but like all good things, it inevitably had to end, Draco was just about to ask Harry about his summer, when the compartment door was thrown open, to reveal a red haired boy and a slightly bushy haired girl behind him,

"WHAT THE FUCK MALFOY…?

A/N: I know, a kind of rubbish cliffie, and a short chapter again, and also not a lot of humorous stuff, but I wanted to get the whole Draco, telling Harry thing out of the way before all the fun stuff ensues, but if you will bare with me, I will have the next chapter out soon, and I will try to make it up to you with some more mischievous mishaps.

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