Hmm. No notes. Too bad. Oh, wait, there is that one. Tell me this chapter is plagerized and I'll rip you a new one. I've already been up that creek without a paddle. This chapter is in no way shape or form plagerized. For starters, this is fanfiction. Every piece of fanfiction out there is a plagerized work. Okies, I'll get off my soapbox now. ::grin::
Disclaimer: ::sullenly, muttering:: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did. Him and his wonderful world belong to JK Rowling. It would be pointless to sue me, all I have is about $3, which I'm going to keep saving and hope to get more to buy the next Harry Potter book. And no AOHell in this chapter, sorry.
Warning: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! If you're still looking for a warning this far in the story, you're stupider then a rock! My apologies to those I offend because they accidentally read this while trying to get to the story. THEY know there's slash ahead!!

    The ride to Hogwarts this year was quiet. Silent, almost. Well, the new first years were enjoying themselves. Anyone second year and above wasn't. They could remember what had happened last year. Especially the fifth years, 3 in particular, sitting in the third car from the back on The Hogwarts Express.
    Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in silence. Ron and Hermione were almost on eggshells around Harry, not wanting to say anything to set him off. Harry on the other hand was lost in thought. Remembering the Triwiz tournament was almost painful, and it hadn't helped much that he had had it on his mind all summer. Only the midnight conversations with a boy named BrokenDragon85 had helped. Harry's mind wandered to the hidden papers in his the bottom of his trunk. His friend, in all likelihood probably a muggle, had helped him keep his mind off Cedric for the last part of the summer. Who ever he was. In the back of his mind, he wished he knew who Dragon was, so he could send he an owl or two from Hogwarts.
    "Harry, you seem quiet today. Are you alright?" Hermione somehow seemedless bossy then usual and for some odd reason, it irked Harry.
    "I will be when you and Ron stop acting like I'm gonna break if yousay the wrong thing," he replied.
    They looked at him in surprise. "Sorry," Ron muttered, going back to staring out the window.
    Harry sighed. "I'm going to get some fresh air." He stood up and walked out of the coach, heading towards the back of the train.

    Draco Malfoy also sat, lost in thought. However, his mind swirled with what his father had said to him before he left home this morning.
    "You already screwed up you chances with Potter once," Lucius growled. "I suggest you don't do it again. Use this year to get close to Potter without anyone else catching on. Especially Dumbledore."
    Get close to Potter. Easier said then done! Especially since Harry hated Draco like Crookshanks hated Scabbers, in their third year. Get close, indeed. Draco would kill to be able to get close to Harry, and not just to use him, like his father intended.
    Draco sighed. There was only one person in the world that knew how much he liked Harry. And that was some boy, on a muggle computer, probably halfway across the country by now. Draco had spent the rest of the last night he had talked to Boi printing out they're many conversations. Luckily Lucius didn't use the "piece of muggle crap", as he called it. Or he would have known that Draco used a cartridge and a half of ink, just for the chance to remember the one friend he had.
    Harry stalked past them, on his way to the back of the train. Draco and most of the other Slytherins were sitting int the second to last compartment. Baggage was in the back one, and Draco wondered what Harry was up to, back there. No one else had given the famous boy so much as a second glance.
    Draco got up, wanting just once to talk to Harry without his friends or Harry's friends around. He turned to Crabbe and Goyle, who had been sitting across from him.
    "Stay here." Draco commanded. Crabbe and Goyle were smarter then they looked and acted, but they knew better then to cross Draco, who could be very vindictive at times. Draco turned and followed Harry from the car.
    Draco found Harry sitting on the small balcony area of the last car, looking out over the England countryside. A detached part Drace wondered if they were even in England anymore or an alternate dimension. But then Harry sighed, almost inaudibly and Draco's mind was brought back to the present.
    The silver haired boy just looked at Harry for a few minutes. Harry seemed to be in deep contemplation over something and Draco could bet money on that it had something to do with what happened last year. What ever it was, Draco hesitated to insult Harry on his brainpower. His new insults would have to wait till later. Maybe now was a chance to start patching things up between them.
    "Seems surreal, doesn't it," he finally said. Harry's head whipped around to stare at Draco in shock and anger about having his alone time disturbed.
    Draco went on, unperturbed. "After everything that happened last year, it seemed as though summer would never end. Yet here we are, on our way back to Hogwarts, acting as if nothing wrong happened last year. But that's the way it's always been, hasn't it?"
    "What do you know," Harry muttered in reply. "I distinctly remember you ragging on Cedric's death at the end of last year."
    "Ahh, but one has an image to uphold, doesn't he, Golden Boy? You probably would have hexed me even faster for being an imposter if I had offered my condolences last June. Not that the hexes weren't fast enough. You should have seen the look on my father's face when I finally stepped off the train."
    "You should go back to insulting me, Malfoy. I think I can deal with you better that way. I don't know what happened this summer, but this new, insightful Malfoy is just plain odd."
    Draco was hurt, not that he let it show. "Whatever, shit-for-brains. If that's how you want it. Remember, this is the second time I've offered my friendship. The train should be arriving soon, you should put your robes on." With that, Draco turned and left the compartment, leaving Harry to try to figure out why in the entire conversation, Draco had only insulted him once, and that was when Harry told him to.

End notes: Ooh, I like this end note thingy. NEWayz, this was totally different then the rest of the story, so it's probably not as good. And remember people, you CAN flame me. I'm not one of those weird people that throw it back in your face.If you see something wrong with my story, feel free to let me know. I'm sure not everyone out there is 100% GO C.A.!! So let me know, so I can get it corrected!!