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I haven't updated in a super long time! Sorry about that, school is incredibly hectic and I've been working hard to get my schedual together for next year. You'll see a different side of Harry in this chapter. Hope you like it!

You Shine Brighter Than Anyone
Chapter 4

Draco watched Harry stalk out of the compartment and waited until he was out of sight to stand up. He ran a hand through his shaggy blond hair and pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes in frustration. 'The one time I try to save Potter from a humiliating experience he screams at me and then threatens me with his wand. No wonder I've never tried to help him before!' Draco thought as he walked out of the compartment as well.

By the time Draco reached the carriages it was like a replay of the compartments all over again. Each carriage that he checked was full until he reached one that was seemingly completely empty. By the time he had hopped inside it was apparent that today was most definitely not his day. Sitting in the only available carriage was once again none other than Harry Potter.

The younger wizard looked up with a glare that almost stopped Draco in his tracks. 'Thank the Gods that looks don't really kill.' He thought to himself. Regaining his composure Draco stalked as far away from Harry as possible and sat down on the opposite side of the carriage. Although Draco had prepared himself for more berating comments the situation that unfolded before him was much, much worse.

Harry sat with his arms crossed and his posture completely upright. He twirled his wand between his fingers as though it was a drum stick and turned his head towards Draco. Draco, although trying his hardest to ignore Harry, felt the stare burning into him and chanced a look up.

He had never seen a look like that in his life. Harry's emerald eyes glinted manically and his grin showed all his perfectly white teeth. As graceful as a lion his got up from his black velvet seat and slid right next to Draco. Draco, as one might do when completely terrified but trying to hide it, turned his head in the opposite direction and attempted to focus on the suddenly intriguing fabric of the seat. Harry would be having none of this and grasped Draco's face in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing Draco to look directly into his eyes.

"I hope you realize," He said, his voice a smooth baritone, "That what happened on the train stays between you and I."

Draco began to nod his head but Harry gripped his face harder causing him to wince.

"Don't try the subtle 'nodding of the head' shit with me. This must be a spoken promise."

"I promise." Draco said while glaring at the boy in front of him. His jaw was beginning to cramp up from all the continuous pressure and he wasn't quite used to being ordered about.

Harry let go of his face and gave his cheek a harder then expected slap before edging towards the exit of the carriage. Draco had begun to stand and examine his tender face when Harry's head popped back in. Sighing, Draco threw another angry look in his direction.

"What do you want now?"

Harry's face took on another terrifying grin.

"I just forgot to mention one tiny thing. If you happen to break that promise you made me I'll make you a promise. Your life will be a living hell until the day you die."

With this said he bounded out of the carriage and left a very angry and somewhat scared Draco in his wake. 'How dare he treat me like that!' Draco thought. He was a Malfoy and Malfoys were simply shown respect regardless of the situation. Harry had certainly changed over the summer and a back bone seemed to be one of the new assets he acquired. Shaking his head in disbelief Draco climbed out of the carriage and began making his way across the grounds to the Great Hall.

Harry, having gotten a head start, was already there and seated at his house table. He also shook his head in disbelief. It only figures that with his luck Draco Malfoy would happen to come into his compartment during a wet dream. Too bad Draco couldn't help him take care of the problem that had arisen from that dream…

Harry shook his head a second time. Draco was nothing but an evil prat. He had tortured Harry every day of his life from the moment they had met and therefore shouldn't even be worth thinking about, but Harry couldn't help thinking of him anyway.

It was hard not to think of someone who looked that perfect. With a lithe body, bright smile, and porcelain skin it was hard to find anything that would turn you off about him, but Harry had indeed found something. Draco had a lack of respect for him and until he could learn to respect Harry it was impossible for any kind of relationship to begin, friendship or otherwise.

Harry had been wishing that Draco would get over himself for four years now. Ever since the summer after second year Harry had realized that despite the animosity between the two of them he had developed something akin to affection towards Draco. Unfortunately he had also realized that Draco did not feel similar.

That was one of the reasons that Harry had changed so much over this past summer. Not only had he gotten better looking, but he had also realized how to become manipulative and even scary if the time called for it. In his opinion it was okay if Draco was afraid of him before he respected him. As long as he eventually respected him every thing that would happen between now and then would be worth it.

As though on cue Draco walked through the doors of the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. Harry glanced over and noticed that he looked quite cute when pissed off. Chuckling to himself, he glanced up at Dumbledore who, now that the first years had finished being sorted, was finishing his speech. Soon enough it was over and food flooded the tables.

Both Ron and Hermione sidled across from him and began picking out food. After about five minutes of picking up everything from chicken wings to double fudge brownies Ron finally noticed Harry and Hermione's open mouths. He grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm a growing boy, I've got to eat you know!"

Hermione grinned and slapped his hand away from a basket of cinnamon rolls.

"That's exactly what you said at the prefects meeting when you ate ten packs of chocolate frogs!"

Harry laughed along with his friends as he was reminded of how much he always missed school during the last few weeks of summer. These people, the atmosphere, and the feeling of constant certainty were always comforting. Plus there was never a dull moment at Hogwarts.

After Ron finished his fourth helping of dinner it was time to head up to their house dorms. The first years were shown around by the Head boy and girl until finally it was so late that only Ron, Harry, and Hermione were left in the common room. Hermione was already getting started on studying and Harry was listening to music. Ron, who had been drifting off, finally pulled himself out of the plush chair in front of the fire.

"Well," He said yawning, "I'm going up to bed. You coming Harry?"

"Uh, yeah, Ron. I'll be up in little bit." Harry said with a quick glance at Hermione.

Ron seemed to miss the exchange of looks and just nodded his head as he walked heavily up the steps to the boy's dorms. All that eating had made him exhausted and he was ready for a good nights sleep. His two best friends were night owls anyway.

As soon as he was out of sight Harry and Hermione looked at each other triumphantly. Patting his robe, Harry motioned for Hermione to stand up. Linking arms the two friends walked right out of Gryffindor tower.

Going to bed indeed.

Gasp! Where are they going?
I guess you'll have to review to motivate me so you can find out.
hah.
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