A/N: Hey thanks for all of the reviews. Here is the update and glad you like the story so far ;) THANKS SOOOOO MUCH! Really!

I really didn't think I would have THIS many reviews…thank you all and yes I am glad that Harry isn't the good one per say, he will start to realize him and Draco are more alike then what they thought…

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When Draco ran into McGonagall, he fell to the floor hard, nearly passing out. His spell to cover his bruises had faded again as she glanced him over with the caring, sorrowful look in her eyes. He sat on his bum with a hand on each side of him to try and push himself up when he heard Harry calling his name.

He quickly stood trying to leave before Harry got there but McGonagall put a stern hand on his shoulder holding him back, he only put his head down in shame.

Harry got there and saw the two standing there, he tried to turn on his heel to leave, but McGonagall called out to him.

"Harry," he walked over to her standing off to the side of Draco as she continued. "Why are you and Mr. Malfoy out here at nearly 3:00am in the morning? Surely not patrolling, now are we Draco?" she asked calmly.

He shook his head; he was not ashamed anymore just bewildered at Harry's eyes that were drilling holes in the side of his head.

"Then I guess I have no choice but to see the two of you in detention, tomorrow—erm today at 8:00pm?" She said this in more of a command then a question.

Draco nodded but Harry looked like he was going to question her authority. With a quick look that she sent to Harry, she was on her way.

The two were left there, Draco looking the other way and Harry trying to make eye contact. Finally Harry spoke up.

"So….are you ok?"

Draco looked up with tears in his eyes. Why was Harry being so nice? It was only making his life more difficult.

"Yea. I'm fine now."

"So…I guess we can act like human beings to each other now?" Harry asked as he chuckled nervously.

Draco smiled, a he shook his head.

"Yea…except we can't let people know…a Slytherin can never be friends with a Gryffindor. One could only hope to have many Slytherin friends." Draco said. The last part he said in a mock tone, copying Snape's first sentence to them as first years about inter-house relationships.

"This could get interesting…" Harry said with a smirk on his face, that strangely seemed to belong.

They laughed loud, Draco never felt better in his life.

"Ok then, Potter."

"Bugger off then, Malfoy."

Harry plastered an evil smirk on his face before leaving the 'angered' Malfoy in the corridor.

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Draco was feeling a great deal better, but his past was always going to be there. There was nothing he could do to get rid of it…nothing. His father HAD beaten him. His father HAD raped him. He could never take it back. Never. But for once something in his life was going good, something was going great and nothing could bring down his grand mood. Not one thing…but what about a person?

He woken up early to get to breakfast…something he normally skipped. When he got there he saw Harry, he had bags under his eyes and his eyes shone with such…sadness. Why was Harry sad? They had just made up!

He walked over to his table and sat down, trying to get back to his usual self. He started cracking jokes on Potter and people jumped on that so fast; he had all his 'friends' back in a heart beat.

"We are so glad that you are back to your usual devil self, Dragon." Pansy cooed. "We thought you were going to turn into a Hufflepuff or something." She laughed at her own joke, which was soon followed by the laughter of several other Slytherin girls.

Draco smiled, a fake one, yes, but none the less a smile. He was quickly growing angry as he saw how Harry had stopped eating his food and had his head down. He decided to do something about it.

Draco stood and so did Pansy and the two goons. He walked over to the Gryffindor table, standing right in the back of Harry.

The Weasel was the first to notice, which was odd because usually Granger figured it out first. He shot him an evil look before he spoke to Draco.

"What do you think you are doing here, Malfoy?"

Harry quickly picked up his head; he turned to meet Draco's eyes. Draco tried to keep his expression emotionless while using his eyes to ask Harry what could be wrong.

"Look Draco, piss off." Harry said as he turned back to put his head down.

Granger was now looking at him.

"Yes, Malfoy do go away." She hissed.

Nobody had seemed to notice that Harry called him by his first name. No one.

"Potter, I will not go away. I thought that we agreed to--"

"Well I have changed my mind, Draco. It is off. We aren't going to do that. This little game is done and we will never be friends…so what is the point?" Harry snarled.

Draco stood there his mouth agape. Harry didn't care, how foolish was he to think that? How could he have thought things would get better? It was incredible at how confusing things were getting. Harry had turned the tables.

The friends of both Draco and Harry were confused. They now were realizing that Harry had called Draco…Draco.

"You insufferable prick! Fine Harry; be as it may I never wanted to be your friend. Who would want to be friends with a Scar-headed freak? Nothing but worthless people, you know mudbloods and traitors, you call that friends?" Draco sneered through his pain.

Harry rose to his feet quickly. He wasn't dumb, he knew Draco was hurt really bad for him to say such a comment but he wanted to pound in his face. He quickly swung at Draco knocking the thinner, skinnier boy to the floor. Harry looked down to see the boy as he really was. He was so…small. Draco was small…Harry almost cried out and apology at that point. He had just hit Draco in the face, in the nose. He knew he was injured and hurting and Harry…hit him.

Harry scolded hastily. Draco deserved everything he got. He brought his foot down to kick Draco in the ribs. Draco let out a scream. Not of weakness but of pure pain, Draco was not crying he just laid there on the floor motionless. He swung his foot again but stopped as he heard a voice boom.

"HARRY."

It was Dumbledore. He was soon standing next to Harry.

"Snape, Get Draco to Poppy immediately. Harry, come with me and everyone else, take a seat." Dumbledore said calmly, his clear blue eyes twinkling with disappointment and sadness.

Harry didn't answer, he had no choice but to do what Dumbledore asked, not matter how much he disagreed. He turned to throw Draco one last look of disgust but was soon shocked at what he saw. Draco had just coughed up blood on himself, some was running out of his mouth, and still he was groaning. He rolled around in pain before Snape finally levitated him off the floor and slowly out of the Great Hall. Harry stood there stunned before Dumbledore started walking muttering, "Follow me." Harry did as he was asked.

Dumbledore led him out of the Great Hall, Draco and Snape were already long gone. They turned a corner to an empty corridor.

"Harry, I must ask…why did you attack Draco?"

"I—I don't know ok!" Harry hissed at the headmaster.

Dumbledore gave him a quick nod. He knew Harry had tendencies to throw a tantrum when he was angry, or sad or grieving…when his emotions were not under his control.

"I understand…Harry is there anything you wish for me to know?" Dumbledore knew there was something going on between the two.

"No." Harry said, bluntly lying. "I don't have anything to tell you."

Dumbledore nodded again.

"Harry, I take it you do know of Draco's…accidents with his father?"

It was Harry's turn to nod.

"Well then you of all people should know. You should have known not to hit him of physically, hurt him in any matter…he is very weak right now."

Harry grew angry, quickly. How dare Dumbledore act as if his and Draco's abuse were similar in any way?

"He is full of it all. He probably hurts himself for the attention!"

"Now Harry you know that isn't true. Do you think he raped himself too? Broke his own ribs and cracked his own head open?" Dumbledore asked nearly losing his usual calmness then. "Harry, don't act as if you are better than him, or above him in any way. You will only contradict what you say about him. I doubt that either one of you boys know of the other's past? Judging will not help." He went back to his usual calm self, with his voice in lecture tone.

"Wel—He was raped?" Harry asked with eyes as wide as saucers. He had never gotten raped, beaten and emotionally scared yes, but raped? That was something he could never imagine.

Dumbledore nodded again.

Suddenly Harry heard an angry shout and his heart stopped.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT BOY? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? I KNOW YOU KNEW HE WAS ALREADY HURT! WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL HIM?"

Snape had just come back from the Hospital Wing with his face red with Rage.

Harry stood there silent and shaken.

"Serverus, calm down." Dumbledore commanded.

Snape calmed down reasonably, but still eyed the green-eyed boy. He looked like a crow ready to pick out the boy's eyes.

"I hope you are proud, Potter. That poor boy is in the hospital again after just about the whole summer."

"What?"

"Oh didn't hear? Yes his horrid 'father' raped him…he gave him a disease that could have killed him, if was left uncured. They were already close to finding a cure before he went to the Hospital, but they didn't find it till he was nearly dead. And do you know what his father did to him after he was cured, he beat him SENSELESS and left him on my doorstep." Snape snarled. "Touch that boy one more time and I will personally bea--"

"Enough. Harry go to Draco, he should be fine by Dinner, tell him no matter his condition he will be attending his detention as will you. I want you to FULLY apologize to him."

"He still has to go to detention?"

"Yes, as do you. I assume you won't be getting hurt anytime either."

"Why?"

"No matter who you are you must do the time for your crimes, Harry." Theere was something about the way he said that. As if even he knew it wasn't true. There was a bigger picture to why they HAD to go to detention, Harry had knew that from the start. Why would Dumbledore force someone injured to detention? Why had McGonagall gave him the detention from the beginning? Harry had to know but Dumbledore shooed him off

Harry then walked off to the direction of Draco, not in a bed at the Hospital Wing. He was no longer angry with rage, but thinking of what was in store for him and Draco.

Not once had a thought of concern for Draco went through his mind. Not one single time.

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A/N: The character's personalities are not really different…there is a reason behind every action really. Some answers will unravel in the next chapter. Yes I know I have left you guys in yet another somewhat cliff-hanger but…what can I say I just had to! I am just as anxious to write the next chapter, as you are to read it. I will update soon!