A/N HEY PEOPLES! Installment # 2… harry and draco wont hook up till at least chapter three, maybe chapter four (sorry!). but, hey, worth the wait, no? crosses fingers and hope that's true and it may be a bit weird… but hey, there could never be enough h/d slash in this world. So might as well make the most of whats there! Oh yeah. And the disclaimer still stands. I'm totally NOT trying to make any money off of this, i swear! Hey- random thought- ever wonder if Rowling ever reads our stuff? that would be interesting... especially if she ever used any of it... ;D

Chapter Two- Disscussions

Harry-

I am surprised.

We stand there, staring at each other. I see something in Malfoy I've only seen once before. The same hesitation- the same uncertainty I saw when he confronted Dumbledore.

I feel nothing when I look at him, and then a cold hatred seeps into me.

"Malfoy," I say, coldly.

"P-Potter." He's still surprised.

"What the fuck are you doing back here? Dare to show your face, Death Eater?"

He doesn't respond. He just looks at me with hate and sorrow and pain. Then he shoves his left arm at me. I step back. Is he trying to hit me? No. He pulls back his robes. The Mark is gone. I am speechless, then my hatred returns.

"Aww, did widdle Dwaco get scareded? Is he fwightened of Voldemort? Poor, poor fewwet. Do you wet your bed in fwight?"

I could go on forever. But before I can, he has his wand out and is spitting a curse at me.

"Silencio Totallus!"

Damn. Now I can't communicate with anyone till someone removes it. Once the figure out to, seeing as I can't explain it to them…

I expect Malfoy to go off, to leave me standing silent.

Against my will, another tear slips down. I dash it away, angry. He sees this as a cue.

"Listen up, POTTER, cuz I'm only saying this once. You think I want to be here? No. Snape and Scrimgeour made me. And, yeah, I don't want to serve the Dar… Voldemort…"

He called Voldemort by name? This is new…

"I never did. I had to- Dad made me, and Mom wouldn't let me back out... The Mark isn't totally gone. Just- tattooed away in some dingy Muggle tattoo parlour…"

He trails off. I can tell he hadn't meant to say that much. I raise an eyebrow (a MUGGLE tattoo parlour?), and he takes the curse off me.

Again, I am speechless.

"Potter, I know you were there when I was with Dumbledore. I think we were affected by it, more than anyone else. I- I'm sorry."

My thoughts are racing. More tears came when he mentioned Dumbledore, then- he was affected? Riiight. Waitaminute- he's SORRY?

"who are you, and where'd you put Malfoy?"

Malfoy laughs.

"Nowhere."

Then he hexes me into oblivion

Draco-

I hate Potter. I really do.

Arrogant bastard lands my father in jail, then goes bothering me about dropping out of the Death Eater ranks (who woulda thunk it!). Treated me like a baby… no one's supposed to treat a Malfoy like an inferior…

But I saw his face when I spoke of Dumbledore. I saw the tears, silently cascading down. I saw, through the harsh glitter of torchlight, his eyes, swollen red.

I feet the oddest way. I almost pity him. Almost.

Dumbledore was a mentor to him. A friend.

Yes, he was affected. Of course he was affected. Maybe more so than I. If that's possible.

I feel responsible, almost, for him. I Levitate him to a more comfortable location- the House Elf dormitories.

Then I go to the Slytherin House, where my thoughts keep me up till dawn.

I really do hate Potter.

Really.

A/N- wow... short much?

things are about to get interesting (and longer). I SWEAR. you know you love it. And if you don't- well, you are most definitly free to have your own opinion. So- what is this opinion again? (hint, hint)