Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter and if I did Draco and Harry would be together and Sirius would not be dead tear.

Story talk: This is my first fan fiction, so I hope you like it. I showed it to a friend of mine and she said that I had to put it up. Please review I've got six chapters written, but I won't put all of them up until I know it's liked.

I didn't feel like writing a chapter to explain the war situation, so I'll put it simply, although it'll leave some things unexplained. Voldemort is still all evilly plotting, but Harry isn't going to be informed until later chapters. I wanted to get his and Dracos' relationship established first. I'll go into more detail later but for now it's all about Harry and Draco.

Fyi, the title of this chapter has nothing to do with this chapter or any part of the story for that matter. It means range of something and usually had to do with music. I couldn't think of a title for the chapter and Gamut just happened to be my word of the day.

Authors' ramble: This is my ramble section. Yay . Here is where I talk . . . or um . . . write about things that have nothing to do with my story . . . usually. I just find it fun to talk about nothing, and I like reading other authors nothings. This one talked about a sandwich, and I was all like, yay sandwich talk. I like salami sandwiches. Although I can't think about what I'm really eating because then I feel bad. Poor animals. Here's the story.

Drum Roll

White Flag

Chapter One

Gamut

"Hey, Potter!" Harry turned around to see Draco Malfoy strutting toward him, flanked by, the ever-present, Crabbe and Goyle. They had just left their potions class, in which Harry royally screwed up. He was now covered in small red spots that almost looked like freckles. They were the result of mixing ingredients in the wrong order. Harry had no doubt in his mind that, that was exactly why Malfoy was approaching him. "Nice freckles!" Malfoy laughed, Crabbe and Goyle followed in suit. Stopping only after Malfoy hushed them, with a wave of his hand.

"They kinda remind you of well trained dogs, don't they?" Hermione whispered to Ron.

"I guess now you can finally have your dream of being a Weasley. Although I'll never understand why you'd want to associate yourself with mudblood-lovers, like them. Rather disgusting if you asked me." At that Ron made a movement as though to jump at Malfoy only to be stopped by Hermione's hand around his arm. She pulled him back to her and put an arm around her boyfriends' waist, shaking her head and mouthing the word 'don't'.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion, Malfoy."

Fights had been at an all time high this year, because Harry was the reason that Malfoys' father was in Azkaban. At least that's what Harry assumed. Both boys often found themselves being followed to their classes by teachers, as a precaution, incase they happened to bump into each other.

"All though it looks like the Weasleys' aren't the worst of your worries." He retorted, glaring at Hermione, and completely ignoring Harry's interruption. "I guess the Weasleys are pretty good for you, considering the others you hang around. At least they are pure blood. Far better than Granger," at this Harry inconspicuously slid his hand into his pocket. He grasped his wand, but did not yet pull it out. "But even Granger seems acceptable, compared to your filthy mother." At this Harry pulled out his wand, surprised to see that Malfoy also had his out and ready.

A blue streak shot out of Harrys' wand headed straight for Malfoy, but the blonde gracefully blocked it.

"Ha, Potter, you think you can beat me. You might as well give up now. Here's a white flag, drop it when you're ready to surrender to me." Malfoy said as he pulled a white hankie out of his robes. He then tossed it to Harry, who caught it in one hand.

"I think you're the one who will be needing this, Malfoy." Harry then tossed the hankie back to Malfoy, who pocketed it, still in his dueling stance.

"You'll live to regret that." Then he was hit by a curse that sent him crashing into a near by wall. He got up rubbing his head and prepared to curse Harry. He got out one syllable when Professor McGonagall's voice sounded down the hall. Soon after his wand fell down to the floor with a small clink.

"What is this?" Demanded the angry professor. Both Harry and Draco opened their mouths to answer, but Ron beat them both to it.

"Malfoy attacked Harry" Ron answered very quickly. All the Gryffindors that had stayed around to watch nodded in agreement. However, all the Slytherins protested; yelling all together, so that nothing they said was understandable.

"Hush, all of you!" McGonagall called out over the crowd of babbling students. "Since it appears that no one can agree on any, one story," She said to Harry and Draco. " you will both have 50 points taken from your own house. In addition you have detention for a week . . . together.

I hope you liked it and again, Please review. I swear I'll love you for ever.