(Writer block sucks and I can't remember exactly how I wanted to end this because I can't find my outline.)
Draco woke up the next morning and had a plan figured out. He decided to go to class. There he knew he would find Harry there.
The class had been torture, Professor Snape kept on calling on Draco and he was completely lost. He hoped he would get through it.
After class he stayed behind with Harry so he could talk to the professor about what he had missed.
Together they had walked out together.
"Draco I thought you didn't want my help, you hate me" Harry said in a biting tone. Why did Draco want his help now?
"Harry I need to tell you something. I just don't know how to put it, so I'll try anyways. You are the only one that is here for me that has not convinced or tried to convince me to be a Death Eater. You're the only one that wants to help me. So I'm going to let you, and try to put aside my male pride."
Harry thought about it for a few seconds. If Draco would be his friend, he'd have to protect him as well as his own life.
"Yes Draco I can help, but answer me this please? I'm going to have to protect you right?"
"Yes, but more then anything I just want a friend. I deserted all my friends."
"Okay."
Draco told Harry about his past. "It all started when I was five years old. My father abused my mother and eventually killed her. I've been crying out for someone to help me."