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Harry was sitting in his cupboard. He had served breakfast one minute late and now he was waiting to be punished. It wasn't his fault his pig-of-a-cousin wanted so much sausage.

"BOY!" Harry flinched as he heard his uncle yell. The cupboard door flew open and Vernon grabbed Harry by the arm, dragging him to the living room. He threw him down and undid his belt, he folded it and ripped Harry's shirt off. He smacked Harry six times with the belt. Harry learned to never make a sound during his punishments, if he did he would only be hurt more. Once Vernon was done he went to the kitchen and grabbed their sharpest knife, he came back and carved the words: "FREAK, STUPID, USELESS BOY" into Harry's back and chest.

The carvings were the most painful for Harry. He bit his lip to hold back his tears, his uncle picked him up and threw him back into the cupboard. He slumped against the wall and quickly got up wincing from the new carvings and bruises on his back. He put on a new shirt and sat down.

At least I'll be out of here tomorrow. he thought as he picked himself up off the thin mattress and packed his trunk for Hogwarts.

***

Harry woke up, his back was extremely sore but he didn't mind that. He checked his watch, the time read 4:34 am. He rubbed his eyes and got up, he needed to be out before they woke up. He quietly opened the cupboard, he stepped out, grabbed his trunk and headed away from Privet Drive to Platform 9 3/4.

***

He boarded the Hogwarts express, he went all the way to the back and found an empty compartment to settle down into too.

He set his trunk down and pulled out his notebook, he wrote . . .

Today wasn't too bad, he only hit me six times, compared to the usual forty-three, that was nothing. He did carve some words in my back this time. My lip started bleeding, I was biting it really hard to keep from making any noise, I wish I could make a little bit of sound during beatings that way it might hurt a little less.

Draco walked across the hall and saw a tuft of black hair in one of the compartment chairs. Harry was too busy writing, that he hadn't noticed the train compartment door open, and in walked none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?"

He looked down at the figure. Today wasn't too bad, he only hit me 6 times'.

"Holy shit," Draco gasped, rereading the first words the boy had wrote.

Harry immediately whipped his head up and slammed his journal closed when he had heard the voice. Draco stared into none other than Harry Potter's eyes. Draco was stunned. The Golden Boy was . . . abused?

"Do you need something, Draco?"

He looked down at Harry, confused.

"Did you just call me Draco?" he asked.

"Oh, er, y-yeah . . . I figured this year we could at least be civil." Harry said with a faint and forced smile.

Draco smiled back and Harry helped him with his luggage, Draco grabbed his trunk from him. He dragged his fingers across Harry's wrist getting a wince in return, he looked at Harry with a questioning look. He immediately seemed very interested in the floor as Draco eyed him curiously. Harry walked toward his seat and plopped down, Draco took a seat across from him, still confused.

***

The train arrived at Hogwarts, Draco returned the favour and helped Harry with his luggage. Harry blushed and smiled, the smile still looked forced, but a little less than last time, which made Draco happy.

Harry stepped off the train, Hermione and Ron instantly ran over to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. He looked a little bit uncomfortable but tried his best not to show it, but Draco could tell. He laughed to himself as he passed by the three.

"See you later, Harry." Draco called out with a wink.

"Bye, Draco." Harry said with a red face, he looked a bit like a tomato but Draco still thought he looked really cute.

No, what the hell? he thought, shaking his head. You're a pure blood, there's no way you fancy a boy . . . much less Harry bloody Potter. You're supposed to marry a nice, suitable pure blood girl.

Harry pulled away from his friends, his glasses were a little crooked, he laughed and fixed them.

Draco turned around one more time to see Harry, grey met emerald as they stared at each other. Draco admired Harry's face, his beautiful face. He looked him up and down and smiled, which made Harry go even redder than he already was. He smiled back, not the fake ones he had been giving since Draco first saw him on the train, no, a real, genuine smile. Draco turned back around and started walking towards the carriages.

Maybe, that wouldn't be such a bad thing.