Sorry about the delay… and shortness, but I just haven't had time to write this. Next chapter should be longer! Thanks for the reviews guys, they really made my day. Enjoy

Draco tugged on the collar of his shirt to cover his neck, unable to shake the feeling that someone was staring at him. Draco looked over at his father who was staring blankly ahead at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Taking a deep breath, Draco charged at the wall and passed through to platform nine and three quarters. Lucius appeared next to Draco and lifelessly said,

"Make me proud." Draco felt nauseous a he remembered the conversation from the night before.

"I will," Draco assured before heading over to the train. Draco angrily dragged his bags onto the train. As Draco made his way down the train looking for an empty compartment, he froze in front of one of the compartments. Potter and his friends where all inside, but the strange thing was they weren't joking or laughing like they usually where. Harry was tucked in the corner, asleep as Ron and Hermione talked to each other, occasionally looking over at Harry worriedly.

"Is there something you need Malfoy?" Draco turned and met the Weasley twins face to face. Draco scowled at them and retorted,

"Not from a Weasley." Just as Ron and Hermione stepped outside. Ron glared at Draco and snapped,

"What do you want?"

"What? I can't walk through the train anymore without everyone questioning me?" Draco snapped. Silently wondering why they suddenly cared why he was walking in front of the car Potter was in. Draco looked in the compartment again, eyes widening when he noticed something he'd missed at first. Harry's head was leaning against the window frame, revealing his neck and a hand shaped bruise on his neck. What happened to him…?

"Just leave Harry alone," Ron snapped stepping in front of Draco, blocking Harry from his site.

"Whatever, I have somewhere important to be, unlike some people," Draco sneered. Draco had been made prefect, he doubted any of them where made prefect. Draco stepped around them and continued on his way. As much as Draco tried to distract himself with thoughts of how much better he was, he couldn't help but think about the bruise he'd seen, he couldn't help but wonder what had caused it, what had gone wrong in Potters perfect life?

Maybe… no Draco told himself firmly we have nothing in common.

Draco was stunned when he discovered that Ron and Hermione had both been made prefect, and couldn't help but wonder, why Ron? Why had Dumbledore not chosen Harry, he was Dumbledore's favorite after all. Draco grinned to himself, maybe he'd go ask himself. Draco rounded up Crabbe and Goyle before heading over to the car Harry was in. As Malfoy pushed the door open Ron looked up and glared at him snapping,

"What do you want?" Ignoring Ron Draco asked,

"So Potter how does it feel to be second best to Weasley?" Harry remained oddly silent, with Ron answering with,

"He's ten times better then you are Malfoy!"

"Cat got your tongue Potter?" Malfoy asked trying to get some sort of response from Harry.

"He'll answer if and when he wants to," Hermione snapped, "not when you order him to." Draco stared at Harry who stubbornly was looking at the floor.

"Looks like someone's finally learned their place," Draco mocked, sure he'd finally get Harry to say something, but once again he was disappointed.

"You're the one who needs to learn his place Malfoy, not Harry," Ron growled, "Now get out!"

"Just beware Potter, because from now on I'll be dogging your steps," Draco warned. Harry's eyes widened momentarily when he finally looked up at Draco with hollow, lifeless eyes, but other than that gave no response to Draco.

"Out!" Hermione screeched, looking ready to throw the book in her hands at him. Draco sent one last smirk at them before slipping outside, feeling slightly unnerved. What was wrong with Harry? Why was he acting so dead? Draco then remembered the bruise he saw on Harry, where they somehow connected? Draco shook his head trying to shake the thought out of his mind, why did he care about what went on in Potters life? As much as Draco tried to deny it, he did care. Draco was all too familiar with abuse and if those bruises where anything to go by Harry was being abused. It didn't make any sense though, why would Harrys relatives hurt 'the boy who lived' wasn't he special or something wasn't his stupid life perfect? Apparently not a treacherous voice whispered Harry's life is far from perfect. Draco firmly told himself he probably just imagined the bruises and that it was nothing to worry about.

They were pulling up to the school by that point, so Draco shoved those thoughts out of his mind and pulled out his robes. Draco silently got off of the train, not caring if Crabbe and Goyle followed him or not, Draco had no idea why he hung out with them, he didn't even like them really, he just did. See, Potter has real friends, he's nothing like you Draco thought to himself bitterly. Draco groaned and wondered what's wrong with me?