A/N- I am not the best writer, but here goes it! It is pretty short, and I hope you like it! Just a warning I have most of it written, but I'm stuck with the ending! I'll keep trying, and I hope someone will be able to inspire me, or I will figure it out! Review, review, review!

He stood leaning on the post. "I am waiting for Blaise." He told himself. "I am waiting for Blaise." But he couldn't fool himself. He knew which part of the train Blaise Zabini, his best friend, would be coming off of, and he sure as hell wasn't looking there. He was looking at where he knew she would be coming off.

He wasn't exactly sure when this crush had begun. No, actually he was. It was the first time he had seen her on the train back in first year. He had thought of her as a snob, of course, but he had thought she was a cute snob.

In second year, he had thought she was a genius. None of the Golden Trio knew it, but he had known about the Polyjuice potion. No one realized that the bathroom had been a good hiding spot for someone for years.

Third year, she had hardly noticed him, but when she had, he couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't something that would get him killed.

Fourth year was almost the worst. Fourth year, she had almost sort of had a boyfriend. Krum. Draco hated that name even that day he waited for the train!

Fifth year, which was a bad year. That was the year she had part in getting her father sent to Azkaban until the Dark Lord freed him, but did that make those damn feeling leave? No.

Sixth year was torcher. Trying to fill out his task, while trying to weasel his way out of it? What should have been their seventh year was beyond a doubt the worst. He was a coward, while wondering if she were alive or not, and not doing anything when he could have saved her.

As soon as she got off the train, he knew this year would be different. Her gaze was so hardened, her body more rigid then it always had been. He wished he could see her eyes. Potter noticed him watching, and made a beeline for him.

Draco turned around and started walking, hoping that Potter would just give up, but if he didn't, Hermione wouldn't follow. He weaved his way around students, although they parted behind him, staring at the Golden boy. He reached the forest that was on either side of the path up to Hogwarts. He would be able to get to the gate from it. Draco had practically lived in the forest when he wasn't doing that mandatory fixing up of the school, which was like his community service hours for his freedom. He knew the forests around Hogwarts almost as well as Hagrid now. When he entered the forest,
Potter caught up.

"Malfoy, I wanted to talk to you." He called. Draco turned to look at him, with a miserable look on his face.

"Potter, I've changed. I don't want to do this. I won't bother you or anyone else. I'm done with that."

"That isn't what I wanted to say." Potter looked almost as uncomfortable as Draco. "I wanted to thank you. I didn't get a chance after the battle, when you stayed on our side, instead of going to Voldemort. I know why you did it, and even if she doesn't know…"

"How did you know about that?" Draco hissed, pinning Harry against the closest tree, so furious, he was sure even those damn Blast Ended Skrewts would have run from him. But Potter just smirked. Of course, Draco knew Potter could protect himself better than anyone else. He, after all, was the Boy Who Lived- Twice.

"She's my best friend. We have gone through so much, I have managed to become aware of everything around her." Potter said. "And besides. It was sort of obvious, when in first year, we were flying our brooms that first time in first year, but you weren't even paying attention to where you were flying, you were watching Hermione. Trying to make sure she was watching you."

Draco took his arm off of Potter's neck. "I'm not that good at hiding it."

"I don't think anyone else figured it out, Malfoy." Potter said in a surprisingly friendly voice. "They don't pay attention to their surroundings as I do. Well Hermione does, but she would never know if a guy liked her." Potter said the last part laughing, but Draco just glared at him.

"Well whatever. Is that all?"

"No, I wanted to say thank you. I always knew you weren't as bad as you pretended. Why do you think I didn't hit you, in sixth year, until S-he was there." Snape was still a hard name to say, for Potter, Draco realized. It was a hard name for Draco to hear too. Potter had let everyone know how good Snape had actually been. He was a hero now.

"Thank you, Potter. For everything. It's hard to admit it, but you really are the Golden Boy."

"Am I?" His eyebrows shot up.

"I suppose. You saved the world." Draco paused. "They say that you killed the Dark Lord with just how good you are. You didn't even have to say an Unforgivable. They say that a spell like Expelliarmus shouldn't have had the power against His curse, like it did." Potter shrugged, neither knowing what to say, but to unsure of whether they should leave or not. "And thank you, for getting them to not send me to Azkaban."

Potter's face darkened. "They shouldn't have tried. It was your name, that was wrong. Not what you had done." Potter said. Then he stuck out his hand. "Malfoy, let's have a truce. Maybe we can be friends this year. It will make things better for you, at the least. And besides, I want Hermione to get to know you."

"Why?"

"Because Ron was an asshole. First he won't come to school with us, then she finds out why. His neighbor wouldn't be able to bare it if he left her." Potter said darkly.

"He cheated on her?" Draco scoffed.

"I don't think you would though." Potter aid his hand still waiting. Finally, Draco shook it, and they walked up to the castle.