A/N : after this chapter I'm going to be away for a couple of weeks, so I hope this keeps you in suspense long enough that you guys won't ditch me and this story!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I would be sitting in my basement on my old ass computer typing fanfic? No I don't think so…

Chapter Three

The Handshake

Although still confused, Draco now looked more disgusted than anything else. "What the hell happened to you?" he sneered.

Harry bent over and opened the window then; reaching into his pocket took a cigarette, his silver metal lighter, and lit up. Inhaling the smoke and blowing the rest outside, he faced Malfoy once again.

Draco couldn't believe what he was seeing. Saint Potter smoking, on the school train nonetheless. What had gotten into him? Not that he cared or anything, he was just curious.

Harry took in a deep breath, "Hate, Malfoy, hate is what has gotten into me." He reached back into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette, this time offering it to a very stunned Malfoy.

Draco eyed him supsiously.

"It's called sharing Malfoy" he cooed, "didn't your mommy ever teach you how to?"

Potter's being sarcastic to me? He thought, and in a playful sort of way. This is getting to weird for me.

"What" Harry snapped, "just because Dumbledore thinks so fucking highly of me doesn't mean that's who I actually am!"

"I didn't know that you could read minds" Draco anouced casually as he allowed Harry to light his cigarette.

"Yeah well" he said, "you can thank Snape for that." He laughed, "don't think its what he intended to teach me, but I learned it all the same. Should have been more carefull."

He took his cigarette from his mouth and put it out on his arm. It left no mark. Malfoy stared at him, "Oh don't be such a pussy" Harry joked, "it doesn't hurt. Well, not anymore anyway" he smirked.

Draco decieded it was best not to try it out for himself, and he threw his out the window. "When did you become so cold hearted Potter?"

Harry leaned in closer, "Calling me cold hearted Malfoy would imply that I had one."

Draco looked taken aback, "Really Potter, what has gotten into you?"

He sat back, folding his arms behind his head, "Oh nothing really. Just the truth. That I am nothing more than a pawn to Dumbledore, a winning piece to the game of good vs evil. And nobody, not even Dumbledore, is going to tell me what I have to fucking do!"

Draco was amazed. So Harry had finally came to his senses. And about bloody time too. He thought about what to say next, wanting to fill the emptiness that had taken over the compartment.

But Harry took care of the awkward silence. Sticking out his right arm towards Draco, "So" he said with a strangely sadistic smile... "how about that handshake?"

A/N: thanks for the reviews ya'll! In the last chapter you might have noticed that I redid one seen, it was supposed to be in Harry's point of view and then again in Draco's so let me know how that turned out! Hope you like this chapter, I sure as hell do LMAO

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