The second installment. This is going to be set in sixth year but pretty much ignoring the events. There is no plot to this story, just a series of one-shots. Any questions let me know. Hope you enjoy it.

Harry looked down at the handful of envelopes. There were letters from everyone, Ron, Hermione, Remus, even Neville and Luna, who he thought might hate him after last year, sent him a letter. There was just one person that Harry expected to send a letter, who didn't. He glanced down at the letters again. What did you expect? It's Draco Malfoy.

Harry couldn't help his disappointment though. He sent a letter only days after the funeral, there was never a reply. He really should have known better. Still, it would have been nice to have one less person that hated me.

How dare that four-eyed git. Draco was stomping around his luxurious bedroom about to head to the Hogwarts station. He was the one that wanted to owl. Draco would never admit he was hurt by the clear rejection displayed by Harry Potter, for the second time. Having never received a letter from the little brat really let it sink in how stupid he was at the funeral. He hates you.

Draco picked up a bundle of letters from his friends and then glanced at the envelope on his desk, the one with Harry Potter on the front. He never sent it, though he wanted to. Draco picked up the letter and tore it in half. It didn't matter now; the arsehole obviously was just playing some cruel joke.

I'll show him. He thought. He's seen nothing yet.

Kings Cross Station was as crowded as always. Having just been dropped off at the entrance by a disgruntled and secretly glad uncle, Harry was forced to make his way through the crowds with his trolley. He was pushed and shoved by all the businessmen running late and he even received a slash of coffee from one particularly frazzled woman who only just managed to catch her train. Great.

Hedwig's hoot brought him out of his musing.

"It's alright girl, we'll be there soon and it won't be as crowded."

Hedwig gave him a look and Harry chuckled. "Okay, maybe it will but at least we're almost through the worst of it."

Entering the platform nine and three-quarters was like leaving a war zone, just to enter another. There were students running everywhere, animals chasing each other and parents trying to find their wayward children to say goodbye.

Harry looked around for the tell-tale group of red head, not expecting to see them as there was still at least fifteen minutes before the train left. He then looked for the mop of bushy brown hair which would indicate Hermione was around but couldn't see her anywhere either. Harry shrugged and placed his luggage, as well as helped some of the younger students, on the train and then entered it, finding an empty compartment near the back. Ron and Hermione would find him and in the meantime he could work on his, currently incomplete, homework.

Draco, having already said goodbye to his parents, collected his school supplies and entered the floo to the station. He handed his luggage off to one of the other students who glared at him. Draco merely sneered and turned away. The boy would put it away; he was a Hufflepuff after all. Draco was in a bad mood. The station's usual liveliness was just making it worse.

Striding into the train he wandered towards the compartment him and his friends usually sat in. Unfortunately there was already someone inside, someone that caused his bad mood to skyrocket, along with his temper. He couldn't have controlled his actions even if he wanted to.

"Potter."The blonde snarled, slamming the compartment door open.

Harry jumped at the noise, dropping his book in the process.

"Dr- Malfoy?"Harry corrected himself. He looked at the blonde and saw his flushed cheeks and angry eyes. There was a fire in them that almost frightened him, almost.

"Don't Malfoy me with your pathetic innocent act!" Malfoy fumed.

Harry felt his temper rising but managed to control himself but only because he was beyond confused.

"How dare you be so... so... so you!"

"So... me?" What is he going on about?

"Stop acting confused. You know what you did!" Malfoy's hair was, for once, in complete disarray. His hands were waving around frantically and his whole body seemed to be as red as the Weasley's hair.

"I'm not acting." Harry ground out through clenched teeth. It was getting harder and harder to hold onto his temper.

"Oh? Really? So, you're calling me stupid then?"

"What? No I never said that!" Harry jumped up and was clenching his quill tightly in his hand. It was the only thing he didn't drop when the Malfoy heir stormed in the compartment.

"Now you're calling me a liar!" Draco took a step closer to the Boy-Who-Lived

"For Merlin's sake!" Harry threw his hands in the air. "Arguing with you is like being arrested! Everything I say can and will be used against me!"

The statement seemed to calm something in the Blonde. "What? That makes no sense"

Harry sighed. "It's a muggle... oh you know what, it doesn't matter. Why don't you, calmly if you don't mind, tell me exactly what flew up your arse today."

Malfoy's face flushed in anger again but he answered. "You said you were going to owl but you never did."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Malfoy turned around, ready to leave as quick as possible, possibly to retain some dignity after saying what he did but Harry spoke before he could, halting his movements.

"What do you mean, of course I owled. It's you that never did; I was waiting for a reply all summer."

"What?"

"I sent a letter only a few days after the funeral, you never replied. I figured you... well I thought you changed your mind."

Harry lowered his eyes and started fiddling with the quill. It was now bent out of shape, and impossible to write with, Harry realised annoyed. That's the only quill I have left.

"Of course." Malfoy said.

Harry snapped his eyes up to meet silver ones but they were no longer angry. "What?"

"There're wards around my house, ones that prevent unknown or unwanted letters from entering the house. I forgot to tell you how to get around them."

Harry stared at the boy. He couldn't believe it. "You mean to tell me you came in here yelling at me for something that was your fault."

"Malfoy's are never at fault."

Harry's eyebrow twitched. "You are this time. I almost had a heart attack when you entered the compartment, you yelled at me and accused me of being pathetic, my books are damaged and so is my last quill!"

Harry was glaring now. His chest was heaving and yet the infuriating Malfoy heir just smirked. There was silence for a while until Harry sagged and waved at the seat across from him. Malfoy's smirk widened and he sat down.

"I'll buy you a new quill." Malfoy said after a while.

Harry rolled his eyes but accepted the words for what they were. "You can buy me two."

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