A Malfoy and A Potter

Chapter 2

_Draco's POV_

I walk into the R.O.R. to see the cloaked figure that I have been seeing for the last three months. He is nice and open minded, I don't know who he is yet, but I'm determined to find out. You see I cast a spell three months ago, this spell allows me and my soul mate to talk to each other. The only thing about it though is we are both cloaked from the other in our dreams, only when we revile our name can we be seen. I want to know who he is but at the same time I'm glad I don't know who he is.

"Hey nice to see you again."

I turn around quickly and smile a genuine smile, not that he can see it.

"Hey you. How are you."

"I feel kind of mean and at the same time as I can do more for someone."

"What do you mean?"

"You won't tell this person I said anything if you know him, right?"

"Yeah sure."

"Well I just had Draco Malfoy tell me a bunch of stuff while he was drunk. I feel bad because I don't think he really wanted me to know anything he said to me. But I feel like I could do more for him, like I could help him. He would punch me If I tried to help him though."

I think about what he just said and realize who I'm talking to.

"I have to go!"

I don't know why I'm leaving. I feel at complete peace with this guy but knowing his name scares me now. No wonder I told him those things I told him.

"Wait don't go please."

His voice sounds pleading it breaks me. I turn around and I know he can't see my face and I'm glad he can't. I wake myself up and disappear.

I wake up on Harry's I mean Potters lap. He wakes up seconds later dazed and confused. I smile to myself, Potter shakes me lightly. I act as though I'm sleeping, honestly, I don't want to move. He falls for the trick and starts to mess with my hair absent mindedly. We stay like that four and hour or so before he moves and leaves the compartment only then do, I get up. My hair is a bigger mess than what it was when I got up this morning. I don't care how it looks anymore I'm just an ex-deatheater that now one cares for. What's the point in trying to please any one anymore? My dad's in Azkaban my mom in a sane asylum and everyone else in my family dead. I live alone and that's fine by me as long as I'm not criticized anymore. Potter walks back in with his robes on and smiles.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

"Morning."

He meant it to sound teasingly and he succeeds but I don't take it that way, why should I? I go to change my robes and when I return, I'm alone. Potter got his stuff out and is on his way to Hogwarts. I slowly get my stuff and get on the last carriage to Hogwarts entering the great hall late the sorting already over.