As Draco and Harry walked into Hogwarts together, side by side, the whispers began. Every single person stopped and turned to look at the pair. The two had been arch enemies since the first day on the Hogwarts Express but now, now they were talking calmly, seeming to thoroughly enjoy the conversation they were sharing.
"Draco," a high, shrill voice shrieked. It was Pansy Parkinson. "Draco, what are you doing with Potter?! Wait till your father hears about this."
Draco turned to Pansy and for a slight second Harry was worried that maybe Draco hadn't been upset at all, that maybe he had been faking it. Then Draco did something that shocked everyone, even Harry.
"Shut up, Pansy! I don't give a damn what you tell my father. I'm sick and tired of you and the rest of the Slytherins. Honestly, you guys are the most pathetic excuses for what could even remotely be called friends. And, furthermore, I hate you more than anyone! Always following me around like a lost puppy. It's sickening, it really is! I am done! Do you hear me? I am done with you guys. I'm done with doing what my father wants. To hell with Voldemort. I hope Harry beats him time and again."
With that Draco turned back to Harry who, because of Draco's past, cringed slightly, worried that Draco may go off on him. Draco didn't. He merely smiled at Harry and winked. Harry stepped back for a minute, flabbergasted. Was Draco Malfoy hitting on him? The raven haired Gryffindor was uncertain about it until Draco spoke up.
"You have no idea how great that felt," he laughed, following Harry into the Great Hall. "Merlin knows I have been wanting to do that for years. And to think, my wretched parents have me arranged to be married to her. I, on the other hand, have my eyes on little Astoria Greengrass."
Harry stopped abruptly turning towards Draco. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Astoria Greengrass? The witch in Hufflepuff who had muggle parents. Harry stared at Draco and suddenly got a sinking suspicion that he was hiding something. Maybe there was another girl Draco liked. Before Harry would've automatically guessed it to be another Slytherin but now he wasn't so sure. As the two walked into the Great Hall, side by side, laughing and joking, the usual commotion in the Great Hall ceased. Everyone turned to look at the pair, confused. That was when the whispers began. It wasn't far from everyone's minds that Harry had just last year been outed as a Parselmouth. Now he was hanging out with Draco Malfoy? Ernie Macmillan turned to Hannah Abbott at the Hufflepuff table and began to tell her how he knew that Harry was a dark wizard all along and that he was probably going to be more evil then Voldemort.
At the Gryffindor table Ron and Hermione stared at the two in shock, mouth agape. The Gryffindor quidditch team spoke to each other in low whispers and decided that Harry was probably only being friendly to Draco to help Gryffindor win their match against Slytherin. Nobody, though, could figure out why Draco was being friendly to Harry or why almost the entire Slytherin table ignored Draco and pointedly turned their backs when he sat down amongst them.
Draco sighed. Perhaps telling off Pansy wasn't such a great idea. Now he would spend the next few days or even years being ignored by the people he had to spend most of his time with. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, though. Draco felt like he had found a true friend in Harry. Someone who genuinely liked him and not just because of his name or money but because of who he was. Draco had never realized before how much he and Harry had in common. He sat there, eating his lunch, thinking about it, contemplating it and decided, when Ron went to the Hospital Wing after accidently putting a fork through his hand, to join Harry and Hermione during Potions class. He knew Harry would be fine with it but he was nervous as to how Hermione would be towards him. He had, after all, called her the worst name a pure blood could ever call a muggle born witch: mudblood. He had actually regretted it seconds after saying it but he knew, at that time, that he couldn't take it back. Especially not in front of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Now, though, he could sincerely apologize and hope that she would forgive him.