Hello readers! Thank-you so much to my reviewers! You are a m a z i n g! And to all of you who read and didn't review.. I might go and cry.. So, confession time. This is my favourite story I've written. I don't really know why – but I hope you like it too!

So here's this next chapter X&Y oh, and I have something funny to tell you once you've finished reading it (:

Harry Potter. Yeah, I'm just Potty FAN not Potty writer.

You see the world in black and white
No colour or light
You think you'll never get it right
But you're wrong. You might.

The sky could fall, could fall on me
The parting of the sea
But you mean more, mean more to me
Than any colour I can see

I.

She sat down next to him and promptly had a coughing attack.

He made an annoyed noise, drawing her attention, his face was plagued with some kind of internal battle.

"Look, I'll put it out - okay? Why does it bother you that much?"

"I don't like fire, really." She answered truthfully, eyeing the cigarette that was glowing at the end.

"Okay then..." he said scraping it along the concrete to her absolute surprise. "Wait, what about fire-whiskey?"

She laughed quietly.

"What about it?"

"Well if you don't like fire…" He asked, his voice sounding entirely different to what it had been in the past.

"Well if you don't like something, you avoid it. So I don't drink the stuff." She said wrinkling her nose, and reaching for her quill.

"Your loss." He said, stretching out comfortably, and leaning back against the railing. Then she saw him watch her out the corner of her eye as she scratched away at a potions essay. She finished her next sentence before stopping and looking at him.

"What?"

"Well, now you've taken away my smokes I have nothing to do."

"Firstly; you offered, secondly; We have a Potions essay due, and Thirdly;-"

"You know what Weasley…you just might be…Tolerable."

She rolled her eyes, but was smiling to herself inside.

II.

"We should go outside today."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to see . . . people."

"Can I say something?"

"I'm sure I won't be able to stop you." He muttered darkly rolling up his sleeves as usual. She avoided looking at his left arm.

"…You put on this thing, it's like there's an image you're trying to portray… but I see through it. Like, why won't you go outside? Has something happened to you?"

"Oh and I suppose because of your Know-all mother you think you know what's wrong with me?" he paused. "Unbelievable you are. There is nothing wrong with me."

She shook her head.

"I don't think there's something wrong with you – I think something happened to you. That's entirely different."

"Do you really want to know?" he asked as his voice changed again. She realised that it was the tone that kept changing, now he sounded… sincere.

"Yes, I do." She said earnestly.

"Well," he looked unsure, and drummed his fingers a few times before continuing.

"Well, this started way before I even came to Hogwarts. Before I was born, my parents they decided to move out of the Manor house that had belonged to my family."

Rose moved her books out of the way, and laid down on the ground, propping herself up on her elbows, in a more comfortable listening position, ignoring his smirk.

"There were bad memories attached to it – from my Father anyway. They decided to move into a mainly Muggle suburb, with a nice normal sized house with a big garden."

He looked at her slightly unsurely, but continued none the less.

"Then I was born and stuff, growing up with Muggle neighbours. I knew what I was, of course, but didn't know about my family's reputation and stuff. But I did have a really good friend, my closest neighbour, a boy the same age as me. I was really worried that he'd find out somehow I was magic and reject me, but he seemed to ignore the weird things that happened when I was around. Before I knew it I was eleven and expecting a letter from Hogwarts, and freaking out about – well, about what my friend would think, I mean, I'd gone to a primary School, would he think I'd vanished?"

Once again he paused looking at Rose – who attempted to hide her surprise. Then he continued.

"Then my parents assured me I'd be back for the holidays and everything, and I'd be able to see all my School friends, and that they'd just say I was away at a Boarding School. I got my letter a few days later, but ripped it up and headed to my friends house. I knocked on the door a few times, but no-one came. Then when it suddenly opened I saw someone who looked really out of place at their house, he was wearing what I thought were wizarding robes, and talking to my friends mum. I slipped past them as they seemed preoccupied, not even noticing me."

Rose sat up slightly, captivated by the story.

"I found him in his room holding a scrunched up ball of paper. He saw me and frowned. "You don't even want to know what's happening right now." He said. I sat next to him. "Let's just go kick a ball around or something." I suggested. He shook his head. "Can't do that were I'm going. You won't believe it– I'm a… well, I don't even know really." Then – then it hit me, I suddenly grabbed the piece of paper out of his hand, running to the other side of the room to open it. As soon as I saw the seal I knew what it was - a letter to Hogwarts just the same as mine. I grinned at him, and he frowned. "Please don't mock me." He asked, kicking his bedside table, then nursing his foot. I laughed. "I'm going too! I'm a wizard as well." I said happily. Then he smiled as well."

He looked at Rose to see she was still paying attention then looked away again, swallowing hard.

"We travelled to Kings Cross separately, after we all said goodbye to our neighbourhood friends. By this point I knew all about my family, my parents had had to fill me in, because everyone at Hogwarts of course would know about it. Then I was at the Station, saying goodbye to my parents – I saw your lot for the first time, and was interested, before looking out for my friend. I couldn't spot him, but I had to get on the train, so I opted for saving a seat for him anyway. I ended up sitting alone the whole Train Ride. Then we were sorted into separate houses, then I finally spotted him and went to talk to him, he spat on me."

Rose who had fully sat up – so intrigued by the story, gasped. Malfoy continued – sounding more and more distant.

"I tried to understand what was going on, and talk to him. We had a few classes together. But eventually I just gave up on friends in general. The others in Slytherin really weren't that friendly to me, and I was alone for the first time, but definitely not the last."

He seemed to have finished so Rose spoke. "That's horrible – did that actually happen?"

He looked at her, her eyes were watering slightly, and then he smirked.

"Of course that didn't bloody well happen Weasley. Who do you think I am? Well, at least I know I'm good at making up believable things!"

Her jaw dropped and she stared at him.

"Can't you just accept that nothing bad happened to me, and this is how I actually am?"

She shook her head and sat back up, stuffing her homework stuff away.

"Where are you going?"

"Dinner."

She stated, not caring that it was four-thirty in the afternoon.

III.

She was sitting in the Library, when to her surprise he joined her. She looked up quietly, then returned to the book she was pouring over.

He took his usual resting position, and she looked at him, expectantly, awaiting the cigarette.

"…Hang on, where's your?" She asked, looking around him madly.

"Oh don't worry I'm still killing myself, just not in front of you."

She smiled and so did he briefly.

"Can I ask you something Weasley?"

"Yup." She said, still smiling as she turned the page.

"Why are you bothering?"

"To do homework?" she asked, referring to the fact that he did none. She expected the professors were past giving detention. How did it even work? It was honestly unfair how he wasn't punished.

"No." he said condescendingly. "To be nice to me."

She stopped what she was doing, and looked up at him. "I'm making up for a few years of rudeness."

This seemed to satisfy him and he tilted his head to the side.

"Do you like me Weasley?"

She looked up once again checking she had heard correctly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you like me as a person?" he wasn't looking at her face, but rather the book in front of her.

"Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn't put up with you for such long amounts of time!"

"I guess I like you too then."

"I thought I was tolerable?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't say how much I like you... just a bit more than tolerable I'd say."

Rose observed that he was actually smiling as he said those words and she felt the atmosphere around them change instantly, it was warmer... one of friendship - almost.

Tapping her fingers slightly she attempted to return to her work.

He chuckled.

"What?" she asked confused.

"You just tapped your fingers."

She looked down at them, as if they had betrayed her, but she was smiling once again.

"Listen Malfoy," she said light-heartedly, "I've actually got some work to do."

IV.

"What kind of morals do you have? Like, what do you believe in?"

She asked as they walked out of class together, Rose ignoring entirely the cat calls and whistling.

"No morals." He replied effortlessly, taking the right turn which meant they were heading for the back balcony.

"Oh, I see…" She said frowning. She hadn't yet given up her quest for understanding him entirely.

"Yeah, but even I know its wrong for us to be . . . uh - " he looked at her quickly.

"Friends?" she suggested.

"-you could say that…" he said in an oddly strangled voice.

V.

"Let's go to the kitchens." He said randomly standing up.

"'Kay." She said attempting to push herself up off the ground – rolling his eyes he held his hand out to her. Pulling her up, so that she was closer to him then she probally had been before.

"Your eyes, they're not always grey." She observed, letting go of his arm, as they turned and walked back into the castle.

"Hmm." He replied.

"It's pretty." She said, swinging her bag over her shoulder and nearly hitting him.

He looked at her weirdly. "Thanks?"

They made it to the Kitchens and were sat down by the House Elves, happier to see him then they were before, mainly because he wasn't swearing at them this time.

She started telling him about her favourite kinds of food when he interrupted her.

"What are we doing Weasley?"

"Uh... talking?" she asked, frowning slightly.

"No I mean... how are we... you know – I mean…" his awkwardness amused her immensely.

"Does it really hurt you that much to say friends?"

He opened his mouth and closed it again, allowing Rose to see what she looked like the majority of the time.

Soo, I was reading this chapter to my friends and Catrina Bo Fi shouts out "I've got it – I figured it all out!" and I'm all like, "What? Figured what out." Then shes like; "His eyes change colour and he doesn't like going out in the sun. Is he a VAMPIRE?"

Cue the majority of my other friends nearly wetting their pants.! So funny (: Scorpius is NOT a vampire. It was just coincidental!

Anyway – review otherwise I won't update!

Love you really though!

X Potty.