DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to JKR!

This is my first HP story. So if I make mistakes, just tell me and I will correct them as soon as possible. If you have any ideas also tell me, and I will see if I can put them into the story! Now… read on

Harry

Harry rushed into Hogwarts leaving behind Ron and Hermione. "What is wrong with me?" He muttered to himself.

"Talking to yourself Potter?" Draco Malfoy drawled looking at him with a look that Harry couldn't quite read.

Harry turned red. "No"

"No?" Malfoy sneered. "So, standing in the middle of the hall, looking down at your feet and muttering, with no-one around you, isn't talking to yourself?" He raised an eyebrow at him. "Hit your head then Potter?"

"No, I didn't hit my head, thank you very much Malfoy." He looked away "At least I don't think I did…" He muttered to himself.

Draco looked at him weirdly. "Are you ok Potter? It's no fun tormenting a crazy person."

Harry looked back at Malfoy, wishing he could tell him everything. Everything that was bothering him, how he was feeling…It's not like he would care. He HATES me. I'm meant to hate him. Why don't I hate him? "Yes I'm fine." He said out loud. "And no, I didn't hit my head. Thank you for the concern Malfoy."

Draco glared at him. "Whatever Potter." He turned to walk away.

"Wait." Harry said, grabbing his arm. Draco and Harry both looked down at his arm. After a couple of seconds Harry withdrew his arm, already missing the sudden surge of warmth he had felt go through him when he touched Draco. "I'm sorry. I just…" He trailed off as he saw the look that Draco was giving him.

"Never touch me again Potter." He said, a dangerous tone to his voice. He gave one last look at Harry and walked off, wiping his arm as he went.

Harry watched him go. "What the hell just happened?" He muttered. I have seriously got to stop making it look like I talk to myself…He turned away from the direction in which Draco was walking and went towards the Gryffindor Common room. Once he got there he sat down in an armchair and stared into the fire. Ok. So I obviously don't hate Malfoy. But when did it change? Did I ever hate him? I felt like I had…for Ron's sake. He was always there. Always. Maybe I crave his attention. Good or bad. He shook his head. But it is Draco Malfoy! He shook his head again just as he saw Ron enter the common room and walk towards him.

"Hey Harry. You took off in a hurry. Everything ok?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. I just, you know needed to think some things through…" He trailed off, realizing he didn't want to tell Ron anything about what he had just been thinking about Malfoy.

Ron nodded sympathetically. "Yeah. Sirius was a great guy Harry. He didn't deserve to die" Harry blinked at him. "I mean, me and Hermione were just saying that we should wait for you to talk to us about him, and what happened. She reckons that once you have got it out of your system you will be ok. But we shouldn't force you. I agree with her."

Harry looked at him as if he was seeing him for the first time. "O, you agree do you Ron?" Ron nodded slowly, not sure where this was going to be heading. "So, you also agree that talking about me behind my back is ok?" He stood up and started walking up and down in front of Ron. "You know. Maybe I don't want to talk about Sirius with you two. Maybe, even if I did, things still wouldn't be ok. Maybe, I don't like my two supposedly best friends talking behind my back. But I guess, if YOU agree and think its ok then it MUST be. Oo, don't worry about Harry. Just let him get on with it, he will come to us when he's ready. Well guess what Ron, what if I'm never ready to talk about it? Are you just going to let me be, because it is what you think is best for me? Maybe I actually need my friends to care about me." he glared down at Ron and shook his head. "You know what; you're not even worth it." He turned around and walked up to the dormitory where he threw himself onto his bed, leaving behind a very confused and hurt Ron.

Draco

Draco walked back from the class he had just walked with Pansy too. He walked down the stairs and saw Harry standing in the middle of the hall looking down at his feet and muttering to himself.

"Talking to yourself Potter?" He asked, looking at him with interest which quickly changed to distaste.

He watched as Harry turned red and fought the urge to laugh in Harry's face. He looks so cute standing there like that. No what! Potter…cute? INSULT HIM! "No" Harry said.

"No?" He sneered at him. "So, standing in the middle of the hall, looking down at your feet and muttering, with no-one around you, isn't talking to yourself?" He raised an eyebrow. "Hit your head then Potter?" He smirked. That's all you could come up with…?

"No, I didn't hit my head, thank you very much Malfoy." He looked away "At least I don't think I did…" He muttered to himself.

He looked at him weirdly, wondering what he had just said so quietly that he couldn't hear him. "Are you ok Potter? It's no fun tormenting a crazy person." He watched Harry, suddenly wondering why he cared if Harry was actually ok.

"Yes I'm fine." Harry said out loud, jerking Draco out of his thoughts. "And no, I didn't hit my head. Thank you for the concern Malfoy."

Draco glared at him, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible, for a reason he couldn't quite work out. "Whatever Potter." He turned to walk away.

"Wait." Harry said, grabbing his arm. Draco and Harry both looked down at his arm; Draco didn't know what to do. He wasn't used to people acting out of character. All the people he knew had been brought up to act in a certain way, never doing anything that would make someone think different of you. After a couple of seconds Harry withdrew his arm and Draco found himself wishing that Harry would put his hand back. He makes me feel safe…Draco thought to himself in wonder. Draco gave Harry a look that even he would never have been able to describe. "I'm sorry. I just…" Harry trailed off and Draco suddenly realised what would happen if he carried on like this. I can't let this go anywhere. I can't let myself feel.

"Never touch me again Potter." He said with a dangerous tone to his voice. He gave one last look at Harry and walked off, wiping his arm as he went. He looked straight ahead as he walked, letting his thoughts leak away, until all he thought about was the sound of his shoes on the cold floor.

He reached the slytherin common room and went in, walking straight to his dormitory. He noticed a regal looking owl standing on the window ledge. It was his father's owl. He groaned and walked towards it. "Just want I need." He looked at the owl and undid the letter from the owl's leg. He opened it slowly, and let his eyes read the letter. Opening them in surprise, and then closing them shut at the end.

Draco.

As you will soon know, I have escaped from the Prison. It seems the dementors are not as loyal as the old fool Fudge once thought they are.

I have great news for you son. The Dark Lord says that he will accept you into his ranks. You shall be the youngest death eater. It is a great privilege and one I am sure you will be delighted with.. We have worked for this since you turned ten and it is time all my hard work paid off.

I can not tell you when this will happen, but I hope soon.

Stay out of trouble at Hogwarts; I do not want Dumbledore to know of any more of my business, or plans.

Lucius Malfoy.

Draco opened his eyes and looked at the letter. "There is no escape." He muttered. He shoved the letter in the back of his sock drawer and lay down on his bed, thinking of things that were to come, with the occasional face of one green eyed boy coming into his mind.