A/N: Hi! I'm really getting these out! I would like to thank you all for the support! I should be getting at least one chapter out a day, or every other day. I guess the shortness doesn't really matter.

After hearing Harry's speech to his friends, I decided it would be best not to bug them. I really didn't feel like getting cursed by an angry teenager, even if he was sexy when he was angry. So I left them alone. Until we got off the train.

I had managed to ditched Crabbe and Goyle. All brawn and no brain would be a perfect description for them. They're almost carbon copies of their parents, with the IQs of a fish. Or a fly.

I saw Harry and the other two enter a carriage. Despite wanting to let them be, my urge to see Harry was too strong. So I straitened, walked to the carriage, and opened the door. Granger and Weasley turned their heads, but Harry was looking out of the window. Something was different about him. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" the weasel said, looking angry. Granger was eyeing me with distaste. Harry didn't even look up. Besides, he could see me perfectly from the reflection in the glass. I shrugged.

"Everywhere else was full," I said, coming up with an excuse. I wanted to say that I came to see Harry, but that would look strange.

"Then walk." I glared at him

"Whether you like it or not, I'm riding." I got into the carriage, and sat down across from Weasley, and next to Harry. I crossed my arms. Weasley was about to complain when Harry interrupted.

"Be quiet, Ron. It's only for a few minutes." Weasley and Granger looked at him, like he belonged in St. Mungos. I raised an eyebrow at Weasley, feeling smug.

Harry was still looking out the window. He was playing with something in his pocket, and obviously hurt himself, because he brought out his finger that had a drop of blood on it.

"What did you do?" The weasel momentarily forgot I was there.

"Huh? Oh, nothing," he answered. He was looking uncomfortable.

"That was not 'nothing'." Weasley eyed him suspiciously. I had to restrain from glaring at him.

"I just- hurt my finger is all."

"How?" Weasel was sounding more suspicious.

"I, um…" Harry was very uncomfortable. He glanced at me. "Just… did," he finished lamely.

"Mmhmm." Harry sighed irritably.

"Fine, here, see?" He pulled the black rose I had given him for his birthday out of his pocket. My heart leapt, and I felt as if I had swallowed something large and round and it had wings. He kept it.

"Oh, Harry," Granger gasped. "Were did you get that?" Harry shrugged.

"It was a birthday present." Harry carefully put it back in his pocket.

"You carry it with you?" Weasley asked, looking like he was about to laugh. I wanted to punch him, I really did.

"I like it, alright?" Harry snapped, turning back to his window. Inwardly, I smiled. So, he had liked my gift. Liked it enough to carry it with him. I was pleased.

When we reached the castle, we got out and parted ways. Inside of the Banquet Hall, I ignored the sorting and watched Harry. I had finally noticed what was different.

His eyes.

They weren't the vibrant, emerald like eyes that had made me fall in love with him. I heard that the eyes were the doors to the soul. It was very true for him. I could tell how he felt just by looking at them. For them to be a dull, lifeless green, startled me. He was very upset.

I watched him all throughout the meal. He ate little, and that worried me. He was already skin and bones. I cursed Voldemort for doing this to him.

He obviously felt someone watching him because he looked up and met my gaze. He held it for a few moments, before turning to hear what someone was telling him.

He didn't smile once, through the whole meal.

I vaguely remembered the day I fell for him. And boy, did I fall hard. Literally.

I was sitting in my favorite spot. The lowest branch on the Weeping Willow that was on the edge of the lake. It was nice that day. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. Then he came.

I watched him through the vines that concealed me. He wasn't looking too happy about something. He sat against the flat rock near in front of the lake, his knees drawn up. He looked to be deep in thought, and I was thinking of ruining it. Until I noticed the way the sun reflected slightly off his glasses, and how he looked so venerable, so… lost. So attractive.

Once that thought registered in my brain, I fell out of the tree. I was lucky he didn't hear me.

I was mesmerized by him. Then disgusted. I put it all under hormones, until I found myself staring at him. Then I pinned it all on lust. That lust eventually let to desire, then love. I don't understand it, but then, love is never understandable.

By the time dinner was over, my memories were done. I looked once more at Harry before following my fellow Slytherins to out dormitory. I said the password, and blundered up the stairs, sleepy. I got dress quickly and jumped in bed. My last conscience thought was whether or not I should tell Harry that I was a Prefect.

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A/N: Well, that looks like a good place to stop. Draco is strange, huh? I like putting things in his POV, because you can write down his thoughts, and stuff. His psyche is a very hard one to place. He can either be the vengeful, dark type, who wants nothing more that to rid the world of Muggles, or the desperate-for-love, misunderstood type, who falls in love with a Gryffindor, mainly Harry or Hermione, and sometimes Ginny. I prefer Harry.

Well, review… if you want. I have no idea of what to do next. I wrote the last four chapters in the same day. Now I'm tired and out of ideas.