Hello! SO...I'm a horrible person! The thing is, I wasn't getting feedback on my other stories and I just...lost my motivation to write them. I'm SORRY! :( :(

However THIS idea has been running around in my head for a long time now and his quite personal to me, so i'm posting the first chapter...

So basically, this story features Harry with Asperger's Syndrome (Autism). As I have Asperger's Syndrome and Harry Potter is my Obsession, I figure the match-up was perfect! Hehe! It will follow Harry from first train ride to Hogwarts through his schooling career and how he discovered his own...Abnormal Normal! :) :)

Please tell me if I should continue this or trash it and move on! :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing...but I have Asperger's...I don't know if that counts for anything... :)

Warnings: Slight Ron bashing in this chapter. Not sure if it will be a permanent thing. Harry WILL be friends with Draco, though!

Chapter 1

Harry sat quietly, thanking the gods for his luck in finding an empty compartment. The background noise of the train continuing down the tracks further relaxed him as he curled up with his book in the far corner. His eyes ran steadily over the pages, taking in every little piece of information offered.

Harry fingered the cloak he wore absentmindedly as he read. He still couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea that he was actually a Wizard. It went against everything he knew. He had vowed to learn everything he could of this new world and what law ahead for him at Hogwarts. He wondered vaguely if anyone there would notice how different he was. Maybe he might even make friends…

Harry shook his head violently to cut off that train of thought.

'Your being stupid, Harry! You will always be different! You're a Freak! Don't expect something impossible! You'll only get hurt.' He thought fiercely.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, shaking Harry from his quite thoughts. Cursing to himself, Harry tensed and looked up to glare at the intruder. His eyes fell on a shock of bright orange and a mass of freckles.

"Hey! Why are you all alone? Want some company?" The boy bounced slightly as he grinned at Harry. Harry blinked.

"Not really. I'm reading." With that, he turned back to his book, oblivious to the boy's jaw dropping open in shock. Huffing, the boy turned sharply and stomped away from the door, forgetting to close it behind him. Harry sighed and went to stand. Before he was able to get to his feet, another child appeared in the now open doorway. Unlike the first boy, this boy had brilliant white hair.

"There room in this compartment? Everywhere else is…quite loud and annoying." The boy asked, looking sharply at Harry. Harry blinked again.

"Yes, there is room, but I am reading. I don't want to talk." Harry was already growing tired of the interruptions to his peaceful book.

"Yes, I see that. I also just wish to read. We don't have to talk." The blond boy rolled his eyes. Harry sighed.

"I guess so, then. But do please be quiet." Harry buried his nose back in his book, now ignoring the boy seated on the other side of the room. After a few minutes, Harry's curiosity got the better of him. He peaked up over the top of his book, taking in the boy's appearance. His blond hair was stuck back against his head with what Harry assumed to be some sort of gel. His face structure was lean and he had a sophisticated air about him. His robes looked silky and Harry had to fight the urge to reach over and feel the silken material. The Blond had his legs crossed in a very proper way and a book was perched on his lap.

"Who are you?" Harry couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Came the short reply.

Harry nodded, and went back to his book. A few moments later, Draco's voice rang out it the calm room.

"And may I enquire as to what your name is?"

"Potter. Harry Potter." Harry replied, carefully coping the way the other boy had introduced him self. Harry looked up to meet Draco's silver eyes.

"Well it's nice to meet you Harry." Draco smiled.

"You don't know who I am?" Harry asked, confused. He had been overwhelmed with the number of people who seemed to know his and utterly confused as to why they all felt the need to hug him and shake his hand and generally crowd around him while he was shopping in Diagon Alley.

"Of course I know who you are. Why do you ask?"

"Because you are remarkably calm. When I simply stepped into Diagon Alley, I was mobbed with people screaming my name and trying to suffocate me." Harry shut his book and crossed his arms, scowling.

Draco laughed.

"A Malfoy would never act in such a disgraceful manner." Draco announced, smiling at Harry again. Harry stared at him for a few seconds, and then broke down into giggles. Draco huffed and glared at Harry's giggling form.

"What, may I ask, is so funny" Draco sulked.

"You, of course!" Harry took a deep breath to calm himself and then looked up at Draco, who was glaring at him. Harry blushed, and cursed himself, looking away from the other boy quickly.

"I'm Sorry." Harry whispered. Silence reigned in the train compartment for several seconds.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Harry's head snapped up. Draco was looking at him confusedly.

"Because I did the wrong thing. I made you mad. I'm sorry." Harry repeated, growing more confused by the second.

"You're sorry for laughing at something you found funny? Why?" Harry tilted his head to the side.

"People don't like when you laugh at them." Harry said slowly, feeling a bit like he was pointing out the obvious.

"No, I agree with you there. People don't really like to be laughed at. However, friends can laugh at each other when one of them is being stupid or annoying."

Harry mulled this new idea over for a minute.

"That seems logical. The "Friendship Bond" would negate the malice in the action." Harry said slowly. Draco just looked at him.

"However, for this to apply to our situation, we would need to be friends. We just met. So I don't understand why you are not mad at me." Harry continued, looking out the window. People always got mad at him. He never understood why, but he knew that they did. This boy was not acting normal and it bothered Harry.

"Friends…" Draco said the word slowly. "I do not have many friends. My family is…well known. People fear my Father, and by extension me. I would like to be friends with you. You are quite and do not act like a fool." Draco's voice lowered more and more until it was just a whispered by the end of the sentence.

Harry just looked at the boy. His mind was spinning and he did not like it in the slightest. Nothing was normal here. Harry shook his head hard, face falling into a familiar mask.

"Are you making fun of me?" Harry's voice was carefully controlled, Draco's eyes widened at hearing him.

"What do you mean?" He asked?

"I meant what I said." Harry sneered at the boy. "Are you making fun of me? People aren't ever friends with me. What's your game? What do you want from me?" Harry crossed his arms and leveled a glare at Draco.

Draco looked at Harry for what felt like an hour. Then his face slowly broke out into a grin.

"I could give you several reasons. I could say that it would be beneficial to my position in society to be friends with Harry Potter. I could say that my Father would be incredibly happy if I befriended Harry Potter. I could say that I wasn't the "Savior of the Wizarding World" at my side. However, I would not be sincere in saying any of those things. I like you. You are interesting. You are logical and level headed. You are blunt and painfully honest. I like that and would like to be your friend." Draco smirked at a gob smacked Harry.

"Well…O.K. I guess we can…attempt to be…friends." Harry consented slowly.

Nodding his head, Draco once again picked up his book and began to read where he had left off. Harry shook his head before picking up his own book again. Settling in to read, Harry smiled to himself.

His First Real Friend…