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Lyrics: Leona Lewis – First time ever I saw your face.

Rowan Keating- When you say nothing at all.

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The meeting:

Harry was scared, he was with Hagrid, a tall, hairy man, telling Harry he was a wizard. Harry never had anyone pay attention to him before, but something about the half giant's kindness and gentle eyes told Harry that he truly cared for him, and why shouldn't something wonderful happen?

Hagrid left him in front of Madame Malkin's robe shop, telling him that he would not be long and that he should go in and ask for help getting his school robes. As the small boy walked inside, he saw an old lady, greying hair and warm brown eyes, and she smiled over at him. "Harry Potter. I have heard so much about you, you here for your Hogwarts robes?" Harry nodded mute. This lady seemed friendly, and strangely she also seemed to know him. "Come on. Get up here then and let me measure you. You are welcome to come back to me and get them embodied once you learn your house."

"Thank you." The young boy said in shock. He had no idea what the houses meant, but felt too ashamed to ask. On the chair next to him stood a blood haired child with icy grey eyes, and Harry thought that this child must be an angel, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

Draco Malfoy saw Harry walk in, and wanted to walk over to him. So when Harry stood next to him Draco smiled at him warmly and said: "You're Harry, aren't you?" When Harry just nodded, Draco assumed he was shy, so he continued. "I'm Draco. I'm going to be in your year at Hogwarts. Do you know which house you will be in?" Seeing the confusion in the dark haired boy's expressive green eyes, he almost wanted to reach out his hand and smooth away the frown line. Harry considered the question before finally asking: "What are houses?" Draco almost giggled at the question, but refrained.

"The four Hogwarts Houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Rawenclaw, named after the four original founders of the school. Each house has traits that they look for, but I can't remember all of them now." Draco said, sounding bored as he almost quoted from Hogwarts, A History, a book that gave Draco all his hell because his dad almost made him memorize the entire 1000 page book. "How do you know which one you are in?" Harry asked in fascination.

"Well, mostly they choose the houses when you get there. But family tends to end up in the same house a lot, so I am positive that I'll be in Slytherin. My family has been for generations. Do you know the houses your father and mother were in?"

Again, Harry shook his head, having heard nothing about his parents from Hagrid, and his aunt and uncle had always told him they were unemployed bums. Before the blond child could say more, he was done and hopped of the chair, yelling: "I'll see you at school, friend." before disappearing out the door.

What a strange angel. Harry thought and considered Draco.

The first time ever I saw your face

I thought the sun rose in your eyes

And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave

To the dark and the empty skies, my love,

To the dark and the empty skies.

The first time ever I saw your face, your face,

your face, your face

Harry and Draco saw each other often over the next few weeks before school started and they instantly became great friends. But Harry did not see Draco on the train and felt like being alone, but all the carriages became full and soon he met a bushy- haired girl and loud ginger, who he instantly got along with. Harry found that for the first time in his life, other kids wanted to be his friends and he welcomed any that wanted to be.

Over the years, as Harry and Draco grew older, they realized the stigmas attached to both their houses, and through it all they managed to remain friends, the problems came in with their friends. Hermione and Ron couldn't stand to see Draco, much less be civil with him, and Harry often heard all about how conceited and snarky Malfoy was. He couldn't care less; he found his sarcasm witty and often refreshing from all the others who seemed to fall all over themselves to please him. He also loved spending time with Hermione and Ron, they seemed to care about his well-being in a way that nobody ever has before, and even Ron's family seemed to love him and adopt him as their own. Hermione was the cleverest witch Harry had ever met, and she was studious, and hardworking, and reminded him of a lot of the qualities he himself has, and often stopped him in his nefarious plots with Ron to get up to mischief.

Draco on the other hand, had to surround himself with people his father deem appropriate, boring, scheming, pure-blood Slytherins. He hated every second of it. He believed in none of the pure-blood garbage his father and the rest of them often sprouted in his presence. But for the sake of keeping his family, Draco stayed quiet. At first he assumed that soon he would be living in his own apartment and then he could decide to keep the Slytherins as far away from him as he possibly could. So when his father sent him a letter rejoicing in the dark lord's return, Draco felt sick. He loved Harry, and he was starting to realize that if they stayed friends, Draco would be expected to turn Harry in to the dark lord himself, and that he would never allow. He would rather die.

But Draco would rather save both himself and Harry, and get rid of the dark git to boot. Since he realized that this was Harry's destiny, his Slytherin mind schemed and schemed but the only solution he could come up with was becoming enemies with the dark haired teen. This is what brought about this meeting, although only Draco knew this could be the last time he sees Harry, and is able to talk to him, make jokes and let his guard down. Harry didn't suspect anything.

Harry climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower a little after midnight, wondering why Draco was being so secretive, even though Harry's Gryffindor friends couldn't stand him; he never made a secret of being friends with him. Harry consoled himself by thinking that it must just be that he wanted to hang out with him again. Harry had his map, and saw Draco pacing, this made the dark haired teen increase his speed and when he reached the top of the stairs he saw Draco looked contemplative.

As Harry pulled of his cloak he said: "Draco, why are you looking like the world is on your shoulders?" Draco's face betrayed a smile as he saw Harry, which calmed down the other boy considerably.

"Harry." Draco said. "We need to stop being friends." Harry almost laughed, before he noticed Draco's expression.

"What? Don't be stupid Draco. Is this about that potion I messed up? Because I said I was sorry about that." Draco wanted to walk over to Harry and hug him, tell him it wasn't his fault, that it was just better this way. Draco shook his head.

"What then?" Harry asked with his green eyes shining with confusion.

"Harry, you know my dad is against this." Draco said carefully, his tone saying much more than his actual words, and Harry realized how much trouble Draco could be in, for even letting that much slip. What Harry heard sounded more like this: "Harry, my dad is a Death Eater, and you are the Saviour. You need to kill Voldemort, and if we are friends, he will find some way to force me to hand you over to him, if not by using me directly, he will use me to lure you into a trap."

"So, Potter." Draco said after letting the reality sink in. "I never want to see your stupid Gryffindor face again" but what he truly meant was: "I love you Harry. I hope you beat him, because you will be my friend forever in my heart. It would kill me to truly lose you." This came through to Harry loud and clear. After being friends for as long as they were, you learn to tell what the other one is not saying, what the truth is behind the marks they put up to shield their friendship and its boundaries from the rest of the nosy wizarding world.

It's amazing

How you can speak

Right to my heart

Without saying a word,

You can light up the dark

Try as I may

I could never explain

What I hear when

You don't say a thing

To this Potter replied bravely: "I hope you rot in hell for this Malfoy." And Draco Malfoy only heard the unspoken words, speaking straight to his heart: "I will beat him, Draco. I will beat him for you, and all my friends. Even if I hate that you chose him, I understand, and I will never judge you, because you will always be the best friend I ever had."With this they walked off, saying nothing more. There was nothing more that either of them could say. This was the end of a friendship that they thought would live forever, that they thought could make it through any obstacle. But Malfoy made the choice; he wasn't a Slytherin for nothing. Sacrifice meant nothing in the pursuit of self-preservation, and in a distinct un-Slytherin trait, the saving of one's true love, even if the thought had never even occurred to the blond.