Yay! Thanks everyone for the reviews. I really appreciate them. Now, here's chapter 3. This one will take place in the time from right after he discovers the boy is Harry to the first week of their first year. I'm also sorry for not updating in a while. I've had terrible writer's block. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I would like to own Draco. That boy is hot!

(Anything in italics is directly from the book.)

Chapter 3: What Do I Do Now?

Draco stared at his mother in shock. His mind didn't want to accept the news. Harry Potter? He actually met Harry Potter!? He shrieked at his mother, "WHAT! Harry Potter! I'm falling for Harry Potter! But he got rid of the Dark Lord; we're supposed to be rivals! I can't fall for him!" He started pacing.

"Draco, please calm down. Your father might hear you, and then we'll both be in trouble. Maybe if you're nice to him, he'll become your friend." Mrs. Malfoy said to him, still a little shell-shocked. Her mind was still processing the fact that her son was falling for one of the most famous boys in the wizarding world.

Draco snorted. "Right, I think I blew that at the robe shop. I insulted him and his family and his friend there. He was cold towards me, and he obviously didn't like me." Draco said despairingly.

Mrs. Malfoy sighed. "Maybe you should apologize for that. He could forgive you." Draco thought that there was a slim chance that that could happen, but he agreed to try.

I think I should send him an owl. But will he respond once he gets it? Draco nodded to his mother, and went to write the letter to him. Draco sat staring at the sheet of paper, quill in hand, trying to figure out what to write. Finally he decided on:

Hey, Harry,

I don't think you know my name, but my name is Draco Malfoy. We met at the robe shop that day. I'm sorry for insulting you; I had had a bad day that day, and was a bit cranky. So, I'm sorry for being rude to you. I hope we can get past that. I would like to be friends, so will you send me a letter? I'm sure your owl can find me. So please answer, and once again, I'm sorry for being rude to you and hope that we can get past it and be friends.

Yours truly, Draco Malfoy

Draco reread his letter, and thought it sounded ok. He thought that he apologized too many times, but thought that Harry would appreciate the gesture. So he called his owl down, thinking that he should get a new animal, this one was getting a bit old. I'll ask Father later about that. He might agree he thought as he tied his letter to the animal's leg.

"Get this to Harry Potter, alright? Now go." He told the owl and watched it as it flew away until it was no longer able to be seen. Then he sat on his bed until his mother came in for Draco to tell him that dinner was ready.

"I'll be right down, Mother," Draco said, getting up and moving towards the closet. "Just let me get changed for dinner."

"Actually, Draco, I wanted to talk to you for a second." Mrs. Malfoy sat down on the bed and looked at him expectantly. "So, did you send Harry a letter?"

Draco sighed, and turned to his mother. "Yes, I did. Not 10 minutes before you walked in. Jake just left," Draco said, Jake being the owl. "I think we need a new animal, Jake is getting old. Should I ask Father about it?"

Mrs. Malfoy thought for a minute, and finally nodded her head. "Yes, I do believe so. I'll ask him during dinner, by now, we are late. So get ready and I'll tell Lucius that we had to talk."

Draco nodded and said, "Alright, Mother, I shouldn't be but 10 minutes."

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Draco headed down ready. He had spent 5 minutes looking at his clothes and then he finally chose a dark green shirt with a black collar. I seem to have a lot of green clothes. This shirt is almost like Harry, with his green eyes, and black hair. Draco shook his head to get those thoughts out of his head. He got to the dining area and sat at his usual spot. "I'm sorry Father; I had to get ready for dinner. Is this attire alright?" he asked, looking at Mr. Malfoy.

"Quite alright, Draco. Now, your mother said that you had something to ask me, concerning Jake?" Mr. Malfoy said, picking up his fork.

"Yes, Father, I believe that Jake is getting old. I don't want anything like that old Weasley owl. Jake is getting slower with every delivery, and I think he should just become a family pet." Draco said, looking at his plate. The Weasley's were a large family of red heads. The father of the family, Arthur worked at the ministry with Draco's dad.

Mr. Malfoy set his fork down and looked thoughtfully at his son. "I do believe your right, Draco. I'll see about getting a new animal soon."

Draco smiled and nodded to his father. He looked at his plate and picked up his fork and knife, cutting his steak. Now, only if it was this easy to deal with Harry and my…abnormality, he thought wryly to himself. At least I don't have to tell father about that.

A short while later, dinner was done, and Mr. Malfoy said that he had some paperwork to do for work, Draco decided to go to his room to reorganize. He hadn't done that in a while, and he wanted to see something new in his room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jake sitting on the perch, waiting for Draco. "That was quick," Draco said to Jake. "Did he answer back, Jake?" he asked the bird. In answer, the owl held out his leg and Draco saw that there was a letter tied to his leg. Draco glanced at his watch, and saw that it had been a little over an hour since he had sent the letter.

Harry must live close for Jake to have been able to make that delivery in that short span of time, Draco thought to himself, untying the letter. He broke the seal on it and took out the small slip of paper.

Hey, Draco,

Thanks for the letter. I should say that I accept your apology. I don't know about being friends yet, but I guess we can work something out. I don't know about getting forgetting the insults, but I think we can get past them. So, I guess we can talk a bit over owl post. The muggles I live with don't like anything to do with wizarding, so we should keep this a secret. Talk to later, Draco.

Yours truly,

Harry Potter

Draco read the short letter and smiled. Then he thought of the sentence, "The muggles I live with don't like anything to do with wizarding," and frowned. Muggle family? When did he move to a muggle family? I thought he lived with some wizards who would have been delighted to take him in. Draco was perplexed.

He summoned Haley and asked her to bring his mother to him, and sat down on the bed to wait for her. A moment later, Narcissa came into the room, looking curious. "Yes, Draco, what did you need?" she asked sitting next to him.

"I got a letter back from Harry, Mother. Would you like to read it?" Draco asked holding out the short letter. She took it from him and read it quickly. "See I told you that he would forgive you. I guess he wants to be pen pals, now. Did you answer him back?" she asked him, giving the letter back.

"Not yet, Mother. I had only gotten it back about 5 minutes before you got here. Should I send him a letter back?" Draco asked, looking at his desk, thinking of the difficulties the first letter had presented.

"Yes, Draco, but maybe not now. You can send one tomorrow. But now, what did you want to talk to me for?" she asked watching him sit down.

"Well, in the letter, Harry said that he lived with muggles. But when did he move? I thought he'd live with some wizard family who'd be delighted to take him in." Draco said, confused.

"Well, Draco, from what I've heard, he had to move in with his mother's relatives. She was muggle born, but she was smart. His father was pure blood, from what I hear. But Dumbledore says that he had to live with his mother's family. I hear that Mr. Potter don't like it there." She said thoughtfully.

Draco scoffed. "Well, who would like to live with muggles? Did he even know that he was a wizard until recently?"

Mrs. Malfoy shrugged. "I don't know about that, but I wouldn't want to live with muggles. Now get ready for bed. Don't even try to send a letter to harry yet. Do that in the morning. Good night." She gave Draco a hug and turned to leave the room.

After she closed the door, Draco sat staring at his desk, debating whether or not to obey his mother and write the letter anyway. In the end, he decided not to and got changed. He got into bed and just laid there. Tomorrow I'll send him that letter and see if he would like to visit. I really want to see his green eyes again. Draco shook his head, trying to get that thought out of his head.

He turned over and hit his pillow. He set the alarm for 6 in the morning, and turned off the lights. Then he stared at the ceiling. Yeah, I'm definitely going to send him an invitation to come here when Father's not here. Maybe then Blaise and Mother can meet him. And with that, Draco fell asleep, dreaming of a boy with dark hair and bright, emerald green eyes.