Disclaimer: Not mine, never was! Simple, huh? And oh so versitile!

Warnings: Ooh!! FIGHTFIGHTFIGHT!!

     "Umm, Harry? Are you okay?" Hermione peered at her friend over her large book. Harry was usually silent on the ride to school, having had a crappy summer, but this time, he actually seemed to be brooding for some reason.
     "Fine." He growled. His thoughts, no matter how hard he tried to cheer himself up, kept returning to the friend he had inadvertantly gotten in trouble over the summer. He debated taking out the card, and talking with Draco about it, but then realized Draco probably had no idea what a computer was in the first place, and changed his mind.
     Watching Hermione lean on Ron's shoulder as she read and he slept was making him physically ill. It didn't help that a few rows back, Neville sat laughing softly with Goyle, Crabbe and Blaise[1]. He didn't know where Draco was, and really didn't care. All he knew was that he could no longer breath in this compartment, and went out to get some air.
     No one bothered him as he walked past, and there was no one in the baggage car when he passed through, and for that he was thankful. The last thing he needed was someone bothering him. He went out the back door of the baggage car, and sat down on the small balcony thingy, trailing his legs behind the train. Scenery passed in a blur of green and grey, but Harry had his eyes closed, and couldn't see it.
      He heard someone open the door behind him, and step out, and he cursed his luck. Did he have a sign or something equally glaringly obvious that said "Boy-who-is-pissed wants to be alone, come bother him!" hanging over him??
     "What's up, Potter? You look like someone just killed your favorite dog or something," the person sneered, and Harry suppressed the urge to pound his head into the bars it currently rested on and groaned instead.
     "Go to Hell, Malfoy," He replied.
     "Been there, done that."
     "You probably have, haven't you." Harry sighed and got up to go back inside. Unfortunately, this put him right infront of Draco, whom he discovered had grown about 6 inches over the summer and was now taller then Harry. Either that, or Harry hadn't paid much attention to the silver haired boy.
     "Bloody hell, Potter! What's your problem?" Draco snapped. He, like Harry, wasn't in the best of moods today, and finding his spot at the back of the train taken by the black haired boy annoyed him to no end.
     "What my problem is, doesn't concern you, Malfoy," Harry growled.
     "Of course not. Golden Boy can't have any problem less then all human suffering, can he?"
     Suddenly Harry discovered he really couldn't stand Draco's insufferably constant arrogance. "What would you know of human suffering and pain, Malfoy?? Oh yeah, you cause most of it!!"
     Draco, sick of bearing the brunt of Harry's anger, didn't even bother with a reply. He lunged at the boy instead.
     Harry, somewhat glad to find an outlet for his fury, didn't bother trying to stop the fight. He met Draco's lunge halfway with an uppercut that hit the taller boy in the stomach, and Draco retaliated. Soon the two were bruised and rolling around on the floor of the car, slamming into people's trunks and various luggage. Both full of anger, they hit as well as got hit.
     "Bloody hell!" Harry heard someone off in the distance. But he didn't care. All he cared about was beating some humanity into Draco's beautiful face.
     The next thing the two knew, they were being pulled apart and upright. Neville and Ron had a hold on Harry, while Goyle and Crabbe held Draco back. Hermione and Blaise stood nearby, wide-eyed. Harry continued to glared at the silver haired bishounen, who was wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
     "You are a bloody intollerable git, you know that?" He growled.
     "And you are an abhorrent prat who's so full of himself you've lost your bloody grip on reality! The world's not about you, Potter!!" Draco yelled back.
     "Good grief, people!" Hermione snapped. "It's not even the first day yet!! We're still on the damn train, and you two are already at it! You had such a good year, last year! Now here you are, fighting like bloody muggles!"
     "Please tell me you guys aren't going to start fighting everyday like you used to," Neville begged.
     "Are they always this bad?" Blaise said softly.
     Hermione nodded, then paused. "Well, they used to. Then last year they were actually civil to one another. I don't know what happened."
     "Oh." Blaise replied. "I guess I just never noticed."
     Harry took a few deep breaths to calm down, then shrugged off Neville and Ron's hands. Sending one more glare Draco's way, he turned and strode from the compartment, and back into the sitter car where they were before. He was was deep into The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by CS Lewis and holding an ice pack on his black eye, curtesy of the snack lady, when the others returned to the compartment.
     He looked up once, to glance at Draco as the blond sat down a few rows back, across the isle. Harry was slightly gratified to see his right eye was black to match Harry's, and a large bruise marred his left cheek. He looked about as good as Harry felt. He went back to his book.

     "And most of you remember Professor Azorleah from last year. She was the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. This year, she was given a more appropriate position. With everything that has been going on in recent years, Professor Azorleah is now our resident psychologist and counselor. I encourage both students and teachers to visit with her, and remember, anything said in her office is confidential." The blond woman smiled at Dumbledore, then looked out at the students. Most of the Gryffindors and Slytherins cheered for her.
      Dumbledore waved his hands for silence, smiling. "Because the position is once again opened, we hired 'Raspberry's' brother as the DADA teacher. He will not be arriving until later tonight and most of you will meet him tomorrow. Remember, give him the same respect you give the rest of the teachers."
     Out in the crowd, someone coughed "None!" into their hands and snickers and giggles started up around the room. Professor McGonagall glared at them, Gryffindors in particular. Dumbledore just smiled. "With that, Let's eat!"
     After dinner, as everyone was being pushed in a large flow out the double doors towards the dorms, Harry tried to catch Draco's eye. But the Slytherin boy was blatantly ignoring him, and Harry soon gave up. Once back at the rooms, Harry took out his SpellCard, and just stared at it. A few minutes later, he put it down with a sigh. After what happened on the train, he doubted Draco would write to him.
     Later, as he was dressing for bed, he glanced down at it, and his heart leapted into his throat. I hope you actually read this, Harry, and didn't just chuck your card into a fire somewhere the minute you reached your bed. Harry smiled.
     I didn't torch it.
     ::sigh:: Good.
     Why is that good? Considering what happened earlier, I figured YOU'D be the one to torch the card.
     Why would I? I started it. And I actually want to apologize.
     No you didn't, I did. I hit you first.
     Yeah, after I pushed you. And you pack quite a punch, you know. Besides, if I didn't open my "intolerable" mouth, you never would have been tempted to hit me.
     Yeah, well, I'm not the only one who hits like a mountain troll. Although most people are blaming my bruises on my family from Hell.
     ::laughs:: Did you tell them the truth?
     No. It was none of thier bloody business who I get into fights with. Although most have probably already guess considering you got off the train a few minutes later, equally as purple.
     I've gotten more then a few odd looks from people, too. Specially from Aunt Tiel.
     Speaking of her, what's this about her brother being the New DADA teacher? Just how much family do you have, anyway?
     Just Mum, Father and the two of them, actually. Uncle Tyxa.
     TYXA?? What's with the names.
     His name is about as bad a mouthful as Aunt Tiel. I'll let him tell you. Anyway, how is your book?
     My. . .book?
     Yeah, the one you were reading on the train. The lion, the witch and the wardrobe. I've never read it, personally. Father said it was "Muggle" reading and forbad it.
     Your father's a nutcase and it's a good book. I'll loan it to you sometime, if you actually want to read it. Screws up a muggle's view of witches if they read it.

[1]Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you only hear about this poor boy like, once in the entire series and that's in the beginning of Book One. So I decided to put him in here. Maybe as Crabbe's boyfriend or something. And yes, I know about the statistically impossible for so many people to be gay, but get real. Who'd want to date one of the Slythering GIRLS??

End notes: Well, here you go. They're back at School and a few chapters away from a HUGE romantic confession. . . j/k. But smile, the truth'll come out soon!!