Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 2

Harry tilted his head at Draco. "Wait here." He left the room and came back a few minutes later with a flowery pink and green travel bag. He opened it up and pulled out a little jar. He grabbed Malfoy's hand and poured a round jiggly...black thing into his hand. "Work it through your hair. Got it from Hermione. Some stuff she made after going to the Yule ball and straightening her hair, you know. This'll dye it black...but it won't stay. You'll have to go to Madam Pomfrey when we get to the school so she can reverse whatever you did to your hair..."

He whimpered slightly, looking at the jiggly creation. He was normally all to picky about what he put into his hair, and normally would be suspicious getting Potters help, but this was an emergency. So he took the substance and cringed, working it into his hair. He decided the only thing worse then pink was bald, and if he ended up bald he decided he would simply kill Potter. "Better?" He finally squeaked, hopefully.

Harry leaned forward and pushed Draco's hair back, slicking it back, much like how Draco used to wear it as a kid. Harry made a face. "...It's better than pink...but you REALLY need to visit Madam Pomfrey when we get there."

"It's not that bad, is it?" He shoved Harry's hand away, and ran his own hand through his hair. He gave up on that goofy slicked back look years ago.

Harry nodded towards Draco's bags. "You got a mirror in there?" He asked.

"You're kidding right?" Of course Draco had a mirror. And he knew what his hair looked like, he'd been wearing it that way for the last few days. Black at least. Maybe that was why the spell wouldn't be reversed, maybe it was meant to be reversed after a certain period of time.

"Sorry." Harry shrugged sitting back. "I know your Ms. Prim and Proper...Sorry again, I mean MR Prim and Proper." He smirked.

"No, I just like to look good. There is no crime in that." And maybe he was a little more conscious about how he looked this year, he had spent the entire summer fussing over it, spending his families money like it was going out of style.

"Malfoy, I'm not just talking about your hair. Which looks horrendous like this by the way. But still...better than pink." Harry snorted. "I mean everything. Your entire attitude. The way you dress. Even the way you speak. It just screams 'I got money so look at me'. And before you think that's a good thing it makes most people think you're too good to even go to the bathroom in a public place, so you're wearing a diaper underneath all those fancy poofy robes. And I'm quoting a book." He shrugged. "Though it's true. I have a lot of money. My father came from a pure blood line so I have it in me too. And to top it off I'm famous." He made a disgusted face at that. "But even with all that I try to give the impression that I don't need to be coddled. And for the most part it works to get people to leave me alone. Acting like a jerk when you're...well...you, it makes people think temper tantrum."

"Here's the difference between me and you Potter. I don't care. I have money, and I spend it, and I look good. What do you want? Me to change? To be more like you." He chuckled at that thought. "I'm happy with who I am, and until that changes, I'm not changing."

"And what will you do when the money runs out?" He asked, tilting his head. "You're not much of a worker."

Great. Potter was having this chat with him. "I have my ways." He muttered, grabbing his things. Apparently Harry had hit a nerve, and like that, Draco was headed out the door. Running away when faced with something he didn't want to face. He knew the money was going to run out, he figured after Hogwart's his Father would finally cut him off. It wasn't the working thing that bothered him, it was, what kind of work would he do? Nothing caught or held his interest.

Harry watched him leave, and so curled up on his bench and stared ahead. A few minutes later, he was asleep.

And the girls who had been stalking Draco earlier, seemed to back away, sensing his bad mood. That was one thing he apparently still had. Intimidation. Though after searching the train and being unable to find a compartment where he could be alone, he returned to Potter, glad the guy was asleep. He curled up in a corner on the floor, closed his eyes and waited, glad to be alone.

Harry breathed in sharply as they neared the school. But he was still asleep. He saw Voldemort's face. It melted away into Tom Riddle, and down to when he was merely a child. An innocent child screaming in pain as Harry killed him. The Death Eaters in anger surrounded him and as one they launched the killing curse. At that point Harry rolled off of the sleep and onto Draco's lap. He awoke with a start.

Draco was startled as Harry fell right onto his lap. Fantastic. He was going to wrinkle his robes, before he even got to the school. "Don't make yourself at home Potter." Which basically meant, get off.

Harry pushed himself up and fetched his glasses off of Draco's crotch. He put them back on. "You're bony."

"And you're getting a little too personal." He muttered, looking at the Gryffindor boy.

Harry blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He asked in confusion. "How is saying that you're too skinny with no meat or fat on your bones being too personal?" Then he snorted. "Unless you meant that hard on?" Of which there was none. Well...none that he saw or felt anyway.

Draco's eyes bulged out. Hard on! He was not having any kind of problem with one of those at the moment! And yet he felt his face flush, and something like that was hard to hide when ones skin was so pale, so he pulled himself to his feet and turned his head to look out the window. "You're a jerk." He muttered.

Harry pulled himself onto the seat once more and looked up at him. "I apologize. It was a joke." He smiled at him apologetically.

He glanced at Harry, but he didn't believe that it was just a joke. Harry and Draco didn't joke, it wasn't who they were. "You just wanted a reaction, you just have a strange, homosexual way of going about it."

"Yes yes. I long to annoy you." He rolled his eyes. "You took it the wrong way, and then I just had to go along with it." He grinned and stood, reaching into his bag he pulled out his robes. He pulled them on over his head. "We're almost there."

"I noticed." He tended to wait until the last minute to get his robes on. And then he realized that he was was still Head boy, and had to help make sure the bloody students were all ready to go. Bah. He pulled out his own robes, which had been so carefully folded, and slipped them on. And then with a wave of his wand, all the wrinkles were gone. He pulled out the mirror and fixed his hair, and gave a sneer. Perfect. "Just because we shared a compartment, doesn't mean we're friends Potter. I still can't stand you." And with that, he left, again, his bag slung over his shoulder. And with his confidence, the girls came out of their hiding places. He had to admit, the peace and quiet with Harry had been nice.

Harry laughed. "Right back at you." He sat back, shaking his head. Slowly the train began to slow down. He stood, smoothed out his robes, and then left his little room. Pushing through the crowds to the door. He waited until most of the kids got in the carriages so he could have one alone. He was beginning to like his solitude. He climbed in one and shook his head. Since gaining Severus Snape's memories he felt like he might be turning out to be more and more like him...