A Malfoy and A Potter

Chapter 1

_Harry's POV_

I sit in MY clearing! I call it mine because well I'm the only one who knows about it. The clearing isn't big, but it's enough to satisfy anyone. It's got what I call midnight roses all around the perimeter except in this one area. That's the entrance I say, because that one spot is big enough for two people to walk through without touching the flowers. I found this place during my second year, it was my only safe place. I know how can this place be safer than Hogwarts? I don't know, but that's what it feels like. Suddenly my clearing doesn't feel so safe, like something menacing walked through the entrance. I look behind me and see the hooded clock that has been in every one of my dreams for three months now.

"You again!"

"Yes, me again."

The feeling of dread that had fallen upon the clearing is now gone. I don't know anything about this hooded figure, but something about he/she makes me calm. I've told he/she everything that he/she has asked about me. I know foolish thing but something about this person makes me feel like opening up to he/she. I should really ask the person their gender.

"Can I be the one to ask you questions today?"

"Sure!"

"What is your gender? I feel weird thinking about you as two genders at once."

"I'm a male, does that help?"

"Very much so. How old are you?"

"18 just like you."

"Are you also a wizard like me?"

"Yes, and I go to Hogwarts like you."

I suddenly feel like I know this person, before I can ask if I do, I'm rudely awaken by none other than 'Mione.

"Harry we are going to miss the train!"

I wake up and give her the death glare. I really shouldn't be mad with her, but I can 't help feeling angry with her. She looks stunned by my reaction then glares back.

"Get up and don't be angry with me about it!"

"That's not why I'm angry."

"Why are you..."

"Go I have to get dressed!"

I don't mean to yell at her but right now I'm livid with her. She woke me up and I understand why. I just don't like leaving my dream land when that mysterious man is there. It's like my clearing I feel safe with him, and I don't know why.

We make it to the train with only minutes to spare. I go and find an empty compartment to go to, so I don't get angry with anyone else. When the train starts to move Malfoy enters the compartment and settles down into the chair right across from me.

"Hi Malfoy."

He doesn't respond so I tease him. I don't know why I start teasing him I just do.

"No calling me Potter today, are you sick. And what's with your hair being a mess? Is Malfoy having a bad morning?"

He looks at me flustered and blushes. He turns away and calls me Potter, but without the normal mincing sound he normally has when he says it.

"So, Malfoy is having a bad morning. What's wrong?"

I mean to sound teasing when I say it, but I failed at it. He gives me a suspicious look but answers anyway.

"Heroic Potter wants to know what's wrong with ex-deatheater Malfoy?"

He sounds more curious then mean, there's something different about him.

"I'm not trying to be heroic, I'm just curious."

He looks at me and considers what I said for a moment then talks.

"I'm just tired."

He thinks for a minute then continues.

"I'm just tired of people giving me dirty looks because of what I was. I can't remove the damn mark from my skin. It's not like I wanted to be what I was. My mom even looked at me funny and she and my dad made me what I was."

He suddenly thinks about what he just said and then looks at me fearfully. I smile at him reassuringly. I'm glad he told me, I don't know why it makes me happy that he did, but it does. I pat the seat next to me and he looks at it suspiciously.

"Come lay down Malfoy, I would like to hear you talk about your problems."

"Only if you tell me your intentions."

"Why don't I show you my intentions?"

He sits next to me, and rambles about life in the war. What his parents made him do. After a while he stops, and I look at him confused.

"I'm thirsty I'm getting something to drink."

In his trunk he pulls out a bottle of firewhisky and drinks it. He sits back down and after two bottles he starts talking about things I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me to know. I'm pretty sure he doesn't know he's telling me these things either.

"During my first year when I tried to shake Potters hand it was because I genially wanted to be his friend. I really don't know why I said what I said to the Weasley either I was just jealous that Potter chose him over me, I guess. Did you know I stalked Potter since then, and teased him for no reason what so ever? I guess I was just mad that he chose everyone over me to be his friend. In fourth year, I realized I was gay, did you know that? And not just for anyone I wanted to be with..."

"Please Malfoy stop."

I don't know what made me tell him to stop maybe it was because I didn't want to be all up in his business. Maybe it was because I felt bad for listening because he's drunk. When he looked up at me with sad eyes, I broke just a little inside. He needs to talk to someone, but that someone probably shouldn't be me.

"Why should I stop?"

"Do you know who your talking to?"

"Yeah I'm talking to the great Harry Potter."

Wait he does know who he's talking to.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want you to know all this, why didn't you let me finish my sentence?"

I don't know how to answer his question. Why did I stop him again, oh yeah, I feel like I shouldn't know all his business? I stay quiet for a moment before I answer.

"I don't think you want me to know everything about you."

He goes to answer but falls asleep on my shoulder. Seconds later I fall asleep as well.