A/N I'd just like to say thank you so much to you guys who hit favourite/follow, I got way too excited that people had actually read this. I know it probably didn't mean much to you but thanks anyway.

Harry

He was on the team! Unfortunately, his best friend wasn't, and Draco was more than a little upset.

"Ugh, stupid broom, stupid captain, was he blind? You, how did you get in?"

"Umm... it was ridiculous. You're so much better than me. Tomorrow I can tell Flint I can't be seeker and-"

"Don't be ridiculous" said Draco, who had remembered his father's words. Harry was to become as deeply ingratiated as possible to Slytherin, and getting him on the house team would be a perfect opportunity. Draco sighed, knowing he was going to have to let Harry keep his place on the team.

"I'll coach you and everything, it will be cool."

"Are you sure?" Asked Harry, confused by Draco's sudden change of heart.

"Of course", we're friends right?"

Ron

Ugh. He couldn't believe Potter was on the Slytherin team. 1st years never got on the house teams. At least it wasn't that Malfoy git. Calling Hermione a mudblood. How dare he? She might be a bit of a show off, but insulting her like that was uncalled for.

As Ron saw the two Slytherins coming down to breakfast he scowled. Potter might be 'The Boy Who Lived', but he was still an idiot.

Hermione

Hermione noticed Ron scowling and followed his eyes to see the two Slytherins enter the Great Hall. She was confused about those two. Harry had seemed nice, and there had been a moment when Draco had looked at her and she'd thought... No, of course not.

However, through the rest of the day Hermione had been distracted through classes. She told herself it was just Ron's hopeless attempts to keep up with her notes, but she noticed her eyes slipped over to the Slytherin side of the room a little too much.

Draco

He'd felt like he was being watched all day, and he finally caught her at it. It was that mudblood girl, Hermione. He whispered this to Harry, who whipped around and stared at the girl. She blushed, and looked down at her notes. Behind them, Blaise made a crude joke about the bushy haired girl.

Draco sighed. This was a bit of a mess. Then he stopped himself. Of course it wasn't! She was a mudblood, it wasn't like she'd ever get close enough to him for it to matter. Why was he even thinking like this? The idea of being with her, it was enough to make him shudder. And imagine what Father would think.

Harry

Harry was a little worried. Draco was obviously very anti-muggle and whenever the subject came up Harry skirted round the issue, wondering if Draco knew about the Dursleys. One day he asked, and was a little surprised by the answer.

"Of course I know you lived with muggles! But they were horrible, right?"

"Well yes. But-"

"So there you go. You agree with me, and I know you hated them, so there's no problem"

"But what about Hermione? You called her a mudblood because she had muggle parents."

"Yeah..."

"So what's the difference?"

Draco

He had to figure out what to say to Harry. He needed to convince him Draco liked him, so what was the difference between Potter and the Granger girl. Draco was friends with Potter because his father had told him to, but recently he had found himself trying to impress Harry because, well, Harry was cool. But Hermione, she was different. Harry was waiting for an answer, and Draco found himself stuttering. A Malfoy is never speechless, but Draco couldn't justify what was wrong with Hermione. It was just a fact, everyone one knew wizards were superior.

"My father-" The blonde boy began.

"My father says-" He trailed off.

How could he not think of anything to say? But maybe Harry was right. No. Blood mattered. But why? Lucius had never answered his questions, and as Draco had grown up he'd learned not to ask questions.

"It doesn't matter" said Harry.

But it did. Draco's whole life had revolved around his pure blood. What was he without it?

Harry

Over the next few weeks there was no time for thinking about pure bloods, he was far too busy studying and learning quidditch. True to his word, the young Malfoy was teaching him the game, and when Draco was flying, he seemed to be younger, acting more like his age than the cold, cruel boy he normally was.

Harry won his first quidditch match against Gryffindor, almost choking on victory as he swallowed the snitch.

It was on Halloween that things went wrong... Proffessor Quirrell burst into the hall, screaming about a troll. Dumbledore told all the students to return to their beds, but Draco looked over at Harry with a glint in his eyes.

"How do you feel about bringing down a troll, Potter?" he laughed, and ran towards the dungeons. Harry followed, not noticing a Gryffindor detatching herself from the crowd, and running after them.

Hermione

Slytherins were such idiots.

"You're going to get caught you know" her voice echoed through the underground passageway.

"Who asked you along Granger?" sneered Malfoy

She couldn't really explain why she'd followed Harry down here, but she opened her mouth to give a snappy retort when her voice froze.

"Look out" she screamed.

Malfoy laughed, and turn to look, and then froze, a look of horror spreading across his face as he looked up at the 12 foot tall mountain troll.

Upset by the shouting, the troll advanced. He swung his club, smashing into shelves, sending glass shards flying. Harry darted amongst the wreckage, trying to avoid the club. Malfoy cowered in a corner and the troll swung his club at her.

Malfoy

He watched her fly across the room and land in a crumpled heap. Harry ran to her side and Draco threw every curse he knew at the troll, overcome with fear and desperation. Professor McGonagall walkedin and with a final reducto the troll was down, Harry dragging Hermione out of the wreckage.

"Hospital wing, now" she barked, and turned to Harry and Draco. "What did you think you were doing?" she asked them increduously.

Malfoy looked at Harry. "Uh oh".

Earlier, fighting the troll, when it hit Hermione, for a second he'd felt... somethig other than revulsion. He had to stop this. She was a mudblood, and his father would kill both of them if Draco felt like this.

A/N So Draco has to think about whether blood really matters to him, and is he starting to feel something for a certain Gryffindor? Tell me if you think the story's going too slow/ fast etc.