Summer had caught Hogwarts in its sweaty grip. Lessons were almost impossible for the students. They would sit glassy eyed as the teachers attempted to teach them a spell. Dinner was always a little better though. Draco sat with his fellow Slytherins, sipping pumpkin juice in the hopes of cooling off a little. From his position, he could see that stupid git Potter with his stupid friends. Stupid Potter, he thought, grey eyes narrowing.

This heat! He could see that almost everyone was sweating. It was a boiling day in June and everyone was almost ready to go home. Almost. With a sigh of disgust, Draco pushed up from the wooden bench. From the corner of his eye he saw Crabbe and Goyle rise and gestured them down before storming out of the giant doors.

He swept outside, even as the blast of heat swamped him, he carried on. 'I'll just rest under the oak for a while. Screw the whole lot of them. Idiots!'. Casting himself onto the floor, he let his eyes slip shut. A slight flush coloured his cheeks from the heat and he tumbled his fingers through his slicked back hair. Instantly, his mind drifted to a certain dark-haired boy amazingly green eyes.

As if conjured by the thought, Harry slid out of the building and began heading in the direction of Hagrids cabin. "Oi, Potter!" Draco shouted, lips curling into a sneer.

"What is it, Malfoy?"

"Think you're so clever, don't you? Big, bad boy Potter. It's pathetic. Watching them all fall at your feet. Bet you love that, don't you?" Draco clasped his hands in front of his chest, his voice an adoring whisper "Oh, Harry! Sign my robe for me, Harry?" His hands fell, eyes and voice suddenly cold "Pathetic. Shame your parents can't see how much everyone loves you, isn't it?" Malfoys eyes began to shine and he grinned, watching colour flood into Potters cheeks. The parent lines always broke him. And he couldn't resist watching anger rise up Potters beautiful neck.

"You shut your mouth, Malfoy. Or else."

"Or else what, Potty? Can't get mummy and daddy on me, can you?" Draco said with a chuckle. Harry had his wand out within seconds, striding towards the smaller male as he fumbled with it.

"Take. It. Back." With the tip of Harrys wand at his throat, Draco only chuckled again.

"Make me." The next thing Draco knew, he was backed against the tree and nose-to-nose with the Gyriffindor. "B-Back off, idiot!"

"Make me." Harry replied with a grim smile. Having his own words tossed back at him and so casually, only pissed Draco off more. He began to push Harry away, seething but his hands were caught and those sad green eyes captured the grey.

"Why are you always so angry, Malfoy? It's just sad." With his hands now limp at his sides, he fell back against the tree and watched Harry walk away.

With his anger simmering just under the surface, Draco turned. He just stood, looking out over the lake. It's surface was so calm and still but glittered in the bright sun. An owl swooped down, lightly brushing the water. It really was a surprise more students weren't out enjoying the weather. Lessons were to be cancelled for the rest of the day. No-one was learning anything. So where were they all? Not that he wanted anyone around him, for now...

Harry knocked heavily on Hagrids door. There was a variety of noises he didn't care to think about rumbling inside and the sun was burning his back through his cloak. He swung it from his shoulders and draped it over his arm, glancing over his shoulder and the rolling green of the hill. He couldn't see Draco. What all that had been about he didn't even know.

The air was hot and heavy and he could smell one of the plants that grew around Hagrids sweetening the air. The door opened a creak and Hagrid poked his head out, lips cracked open into a wide smile as he saw the little Gryffindor at the foot of his the steps. "Harry! What can I do for yer?"

"Just fancied coming by. How's things?"

"Good, good, I s'pose" Hargid rubbed at the back of his neck, trying not to make it obvious as he glanced at Harry. "You don' look too happy. Somthin' wrong?"

Harry heaved a sigh, pushing his glasses back into place and trying not to look back to where he'd just seen Draco. "Just that Slytherin prat again."

"Malfoy? I thought you were smarter than to let 'im get to yer by now, Harry."

"So did I..." Noticing the look on Harrys face, Hagrid moved to his fireplace and nudged Harry toward the bed to sit down.

"Tea?"

"Sure.".