Sorry for the mix-up, i knew something was going to happen. Here's ch.7 :]

As Harry had quickly made his way up to his four poster bed into his trunk and came running down at the speed of his firebolt, he found himself face to face with Hermione and Ron coming up.

"Harry where were you?" Hermione spoke out.

"I-I got caught up with...something." Harry hoped she wouldn't ask questions. Hermione seemed to furious though.

"Harry! What was all that rubbish you said of you wanting to go see Hagrid. I mean you nagged us and nagged. Usually I'm one to nag, but you seemed to surpass me!"

"And what? You didn't want to see Hagrid?! Ron back me up!" Harry said, relieved she wasnt asking questions, and was now looking over to Ron's direction. The redhead boy not moving at all, but just watching them argue.

"Ron!" Harry shout out, growing impatient with Hermione's constant lectures.

"See, Ronald agrees with me." Hermione said with a pleased tone, fiddling with her fingers in a slight shy but pleased manner.

Ron instantly shot up a glare at both of them. He huffed and his nostrils flared as he purposely bumped into both of them as he marched up the stairs.

When Harry and Hermione couldn't beleive what Ron had just did, they gave each other a rather shocked look. Ron had never acted like this before. Sure he was hotheaded but not to an extent where he gave them both glares and left them without a word.

"What was that all about?" Harry said finally breaking the silence.

Hermione just gave him a blank look and gestured, "Come on."

Ron was absolutely furious. But he didn't know what was going on...he was climbing the stairs then he was in his room in front of his bed. It was all rather wierd. But hed been having these little episodes a lot. He'd start off somewhere then be somewhere totally different the next. There were actually nights when he'd suddenly find himself deep in the forbidden forest alone. He knew he wasn't a sleepwalker and these episodes happened during the day too so he can't be sleepwalking all the time no matter how much he fell asleep in class.

He walked to the door and opened it a crack. He saw Harry and Hermione whispering coming up the stairs.

"He's been acting rather strange. He pops out of nowhere and then he disappears too like nothing." Herm whispered.

"I have noticed that, but what does it mean?"

"You don't think he has a...girlfriend?" she choked out.

"That type of thing he would brag about."

"Then what?"

"I don't know..."

"He's not the type to keep secrets...embarrassing ones, yes, but not important ones."

"Lets just get some sleep and then we'll see what happens tomorrow."

" 'kay. Night, Harry."

"Night."

Ron had heard enough, he fastened himself within his blankets and pretended to be asleep.

Draco stayed in the lonely classroom after Harry'd gone a long time ago. Sitting against the wall with his right knee raised to support his elbow. He really just couldn't believe what'd just happened. He never thought Harry and he could ever have a moment where they wouldn't be breathing down their necks, in a bad way. He never thought Harry could or would..ever...Draco suddenly smiled warmly.

He gazed dreamingly about outside the window into the darkening sky.

'Now what would father think about this?' he thought with a sneer. 'Oh yes, hell the day he learns the truth.' he thought spitefully as he closed his eyes to picture Harry. Merlin he needed a cigarrette, but just ran his left hand through his silky pale blond hair.

He wondered what this meant...He had no idea...and had yet to figure it out.

Draco thought of his attraction to Harry from the third year, all he really wanted from him then was a one night...or several, and compared it to now. He liked Harry without any reason at all. Well there were some..He liked it when he made Harry feel uneasy. He enjoyed whenever he managed to piss him off and sent him into one of his little tantrums. Draco began to smile again. But most of all he loved to see Harry smile. He didn't quite know why. He had no idea how he grew to feel so compassionate and or passionate towards Harry. How do you start hating eachother with so much disgust then in the end find yourselves kissing fervently? It made no sense to him. Then again he never found someone he liked like that, and he has never everbeen in a relationship. He never really cared for them when he used to live in the muggle world. Though he did have a couple of flings. He gave a small smirk.'Flings, what a joke.'

Then he supposed it wouldn't get very far. He was of Slytherin, Harry of Gryffindor. Everyone expected them to hate eachother's guts. He wouldn't really mind at all if people knew about them being gay, but then again he didn't expect Harry to feel the same. And he couldn't get disowned by his Father just yet. On top of that his Father was a Death Eater, follower of the Dark Lord;( which he was sure Harry already knew) And the Dark Lord murdered his Mother and Father. Harry would never go into a family of Death Eaters. And he couldn't possibly hope Harry to forgive and forget. He began to ponder if Harry hadn't thought of him getting him closer to the Dark Lord, or did he?

So many good reasons to stray away from him and if Harry didn't think of them than he was stupid.

But either way Draco was sort of glad their randevouz happened. Even if he did get anxious for a while,(WHICH WASN'T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN!!) which he mentally kicked himself for. But none the less he would finally find out why in the world he liked Harry Potter and why he just couldn't shake him off his mind.

Now what is he going to do about the holidays? Father told him he couldn't go over..But Father surely wouldn't be stupid enough to stay there himself, unless there wasn't any danger.

"Idiot if he does anyway..." he muttered.

He didn't much care for his Father, he was an asshole and deserved every displeasure that came his way. Draco mearly used him, which is the reason why he couldn't be disowned just yet. His mother, his mother...his real mother is dead, perhaps somewhere unknown but most likely...

Narcissa wasn't his. Nor would he want her to be. No his mother was a muggle. And she left him alone. Not even a year old and she left him..alone.. with Father. Alone. It echoed within him. Draco's anger rised as he thought of this, clenching his fists.

"She didn't care!" he said with teeth cleanched. He breathed heavily as he struggled trying to steady himself.

A second later he heard footsteps approaching, "Mr. Malfoy, And why are you in here?" a male voice interuppted.

Draco jumped a little as he heard the sudden voice. He looked to see that Professor Snape was standing there before him.

"I..just needed someplace secluded.."he answered slowly.

"And, I dare ask, who doesn't care?" Monotone like he asked.

Draco paused before he opened his mouth, and thought of it..."No one" he said empty of emotion.

"Then I suppose you should be heading down to bed." he said in his usual tone, and left before Malfoy.

Draco had no other choice but to leave. He was sure Snape would check if he'd got there. But wasn't he a prefect? He remebered the havoc he cast upon the first year a couple of weeks ago and smiled...but either way it wouldn't excuse him. He sighed deeply. He didn't care, he just didn't have the will at the moment to be rebellious. He gathered the strength to get up and left with the wanting of a cigarette.

"Ron?" Harry whispered kneeling next to Ron's bed.

Ron just gave a soft snore in reply. His breathing was steady and it really did seem as if he was sleeping. If he was, Harry guessed he should just leave him be.

Harry had homework but just the thought of doing it...He lingered a while and thought he'd just do it on the weekend as usual. He undressed and redressed into his pjs, and off he tucked himself into his calling bed. As soon as his head hit the soft pillow he felt himself fade into a dream.

**

Everything was black. And only the whimpers of a small child were heard. At first Harry thought it might have been him, after all he had been having strange dreams. But when he managed to realize he was standing, he found his balance and took a step forward but nothing changed. He was stuck. And faintly he heard Lucious Malfoy's voice. As he squinted to see, light was begining to come into the picture. Harry almost thought he might have been looking into a Penseive. But he couldn't have been, he remembered last that he went to bed.

"Stop your crying Draco! Malfoys don't cry! As well it was about time you knew the truth."he said in a cold tone.

"You lie!!", Draco cried out kneeling on all fours looking at his father, who stood looming infront, with hate glistening in his narrowed blue-gray eyes.

"Stop your blubbering!"

"You lie father, you lie..liar.." he said now with a dying voice, looking away. His long hair casting a shield against the world.

Lucious' voice lowered as well as he did when he knelt next to the whimpering Draco.

"Your mother is not Narcissa-"

"I don't bloody care if she is my mother!! I already God damn knew for as long as I can remember!!" he shout.

"Then why are you crying!?!?"

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He began to feel for the weeping child. The scene between the two drew closer and closer to Harry, and then he was already standing in front of Draco.

"She-she couldn't have aband-" he trailed off whispering.

Draco was staring onto the floor without any movement what so ever. If Harry didn't know any better he would have thought he might have froze.

Lucious now got up wide-eyed in shock and left the picture seeing as he couldn't or most likely wouldn't do anything. Echoes of his footsteps lingered for moments until he heard whimpers again from the young Malfoy.

"Bitch..."was all he muttered silently, and all that Harry had heard before the darkness seeped in again, blinding him.

The older Draco Malfoy woke up gasping and cursing within his own dim Prefect room. The dying fire crackled as he just sat shocked in bed. Though he had been having "interesting" dreams for many nights, he did not this night. In fact he would have gladly welcome them with open arms, any other thing but that unwelcomed memory of a dream.

He quickly rose out of bed and went to his writer's desk and opened his old looking black leather battered book with the silver lace bookmark. He lit two candles, grabbed his quill and ink and began to write. Although he didn't like admitting it...and he really didn't like admitting it..he had a Journal/Diary. He had no other way of releasing his emotions, unless you counted picking on people, such as Harry, Weasel, and that Mud-Blood. Besides once he wrote things down he understood things better, he wouldn't be so full of confusement; and he wouldnt have to resort to other bad habits...which he liked to keep unknown.

-A.S

I had that dream again.. It seems to be coming more and more often; ever since the fourth year?

It's driving me insane, besides isn't living through it once and living after, enough torture?

Or did I do something to deserve this?!

This is ridiculous! I just want to blast my head off or better yet everyone elses. It seems I'll never escape

my infernal memories...all they do is haunt my dreams within the night and nearly shatter me while

I walk the day.

Why can't I get over it? She never cared, she never came back..Why am I letting myself rot from the

inside out? THIS IS ALL HER FAULT, this wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for HER...

But I can't do anything about it...I'll just go back to bed now in hopes of sleeping a dreamless night.

...some help you are..Father should never've wasted his time on your previous owner.

D.L.M

He tossed the book aside carelessly and flopped on back onto his bed. But instead of trying to get back to sleep he merely stared at the dark tall cieling. He knew he wouldn't be able to get sleep now, but hopefully he wished he would.