Yay! Second chapter!

Our second meeting was just a week after the champions were chosen for the Tri Wizard Tournament. Everybody couldn't stop talking about so I went up to the Astronomy tower to be alone, again.

I found out at the beginning of the school year that my mom was going to be changing one of the rooms in to a nursery; I found out this morning that it was my room that she had changed. Needless to say I was upset about it. I know that she needed a room, but why choose mine. I've been in that room since I was a baby. 'But then again since when did they care about me?' I ask myself. I had come to the conclusion this morning that my father never really cared about me, my mother did at one time, but now all she cares about is that stupid baby. When I hear the door open I wait to see who it is. "Potter are we going to make a habit of you interrupting my alone time?" For once I don't feel like arguing with him.

"Just fuck off Malfoy. I don't feel like talking to you right now."

"Wow what's got your wand in a knot?" It's a rhetorical question, but apparently he doesn't know what those are.

"Well, I've lost all my friends, I have to compete in a competition that I want nothing do with, and no one believes that I didn't put my name in the goblet." He sounds almost mental.

"Well someone's becoming an emo." I want to see just how far I can push him before he breaks.

"Just leave me alone."

"Aww, did little Potter come here to cry himself to sleep, or are you going to throw yourself out of the tower." I smirk at him. I can tell he's close to his breaking point.

"Just shut the hell up."

"What wrong, can't handle a little teasing?"

"I've dealt with it all night; I don't want to deal with it now." I shut up after he says that. He isn't going to do anything but yell at me, and that's not any fun. "Just say it, tell me you think I'm doing this for the glory, and tell me I'm lying when I say that I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

"I'm not going say anything about it." He looks over at me, he looks shocked.

"Why?"

"Because, I know better. True I don't like you, and it's true that I don't like Dumbledore, but even I know that you shouldn't have been able to put your name in." I stop and think about what to say next. "But then again you are friends with Hermione Granger. I'm sure she could have come up with something."

"That's true she probably could have, but you and I both know she wouldn't have done it." He's calmed down a bit now.

"Yeah well, whatever. Either go over there and sit down and be quite, or go somewhere else." After a little while the awkward silence became too much for Potter to bear.

"Did your mom have the baby yet?" I look over at him; I hope that my expression told him that I didn't want to talk about it. But after a few minutes I see that he still wants an answer.

"No, not yet. Why do you care?"

"In truth I don't, but I want to get my mind off of what happened earlier tonight."

"No amount of small talk with me is going to take your mind off of being picked to compete."

"I guess you're right. It was worth a try."

"No it wasn't." He stares at me for a couple of seconds then talks again.

"Why can't you try to have a civilized conversation with someone?"

"Why would I want to talk to someone one I hate? And why would someone that supposedly hates me want to talk to me?"

"I wanted to talk to you about it because you don't care what I think about you so you tell me exactly what you think and not what you think I need to hear. But of course you wouldn't understand that, now would you?"

"I understand that Potter, but while you get something out of the conversation, I don't, all I get is time away from my own thoughts. To add to that I came up here to think, not to talk." I get up from where I was just sitting and start to make my way out the door. But just as I'm about to walk out of the room I sigh and turn around. "Look Potter if you really want some advice from me then I'll tell you how I would handle it."

"Oh and how would you handle it?"

That meeting was by no means our best meeting, but it did help us to understand each other, if only a little. "Mr. Malfoy." I look over and see one of the nurses standing there.

"Yes?"

"We would like to know if you know what hurt Mr. Potter."

" All I know is that it was a half vampire. Do you think he's going to be okay?"

"At this point I can't say, but we aren't giving up. Where did his other two friends go?"

"I think they went to make sure that everyone else is okay. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it worked for You-Know-Who?"

"Due to the fact that it was only Mr. Potter that got hurt, I would have to say yes. Now I need to get back to him, I'll keep you updated."

"Thank you." She nods and heads back into the infirmary. I still remember what I did once I got back to my dorms.

I walk in to the dorm rooms and see everyone sitting in their normal places. Of course no one is doing their own homework, or anything school related. I sigh and take my place in the biggest chair by the fire place. As soon as I get comfortable Pansy comes up. 'She probably just wants to gossip about the tri-wizard tournament.'

"Draco, can you believe what Potter did?" 'I'm right, again.'

"I personally think Potter didn't do anything." I hear everyone stop what they were doing and look over at me. "I just don't think Potter is smart enough to have done it by himself. I think someone did it for him, that's all." I hear everyone go back to what they were doing. 'A bunch of fools. Even I can tell that Potter is upset about what happened, and if I am to be completely honest with myself, I know that he doesn't want anything to do with this whole thing.'

That was the first time I almost defended him. That night I dreamt of him, twice. The first one was of him dying, I woke up from that hoping that I wasn't talking in my sleep. And the next one, well let's just say it was a little more X rated.

"Mr. Malfoy, you can come in now if you want." I look and see the same nurse as before poking her head out of the infirmary. I don't say anything; I just walk past her and into the room. When I get to his bed and see him for the first time since I brought him in here I'm shocked to see that he looks fine well almost, they had cleaned all of the blood off of him and bandaged all of his wounds, which surprisingly there aren't that many. "All the rest of his wounds are internal, we'll be keeping him here until he get to be 100% again. Keep in mind that if he should worsen we are going to need to transfer him over to St. Mungo's. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I know. Thank you." I go over to the other corner of the room and grab one of the chairs that were sitting there and carry it over to his bedside, then just sit there looking at him.

Yay! I finished another chapter, well actually I finished it a long time ago, I just needed to reread it. Please tell me what I should improve on. Yes I know Draco might be a little out of character, and I know Harry is out of character, but this is a fanfiction... I did have a point there, oh well.

~Till later