The Greyest Eyes


Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling nor her publishers so unfortunately I don't own any of the characters, places, etc. I like to play with them though.

Warnings: I write SLASH so if you're not comfortable with m/m sexual relationships, well, you shouldn't read this. Oh, and a warning for bad language, too. Finally, as stated above, there will be loads of Romance, but also a tiny bit of Angst towards the end (although this story will have a happy ending).

Pairings: The main pairing is of course Draco/Harry but there will also be other pairings. It starts with Draco/Theo (first few chapters) and Harry/Ginny (very, very briefly, if you wink, you won't notice it was there) and then becomes Draco/Harry (yes, because, they definitely deserve to be together!) Oh, and there's Ron/Hermione as well.

Update: I will normally update every Monday or Tuesday.

A/N: A huge thanks to my lovely beta CleopatraIsMyName for her patience and precious help!


Chapter 1- An unexpected encounter


"Shit!"

Harry Potter stopped dead in the middle of the corridor, the back of his left hand resting on his forehead. He fumbled quickly in his school bag, Ron and Hermione patiently waiting for him by the stairs, tenderly holding hands. Harry looked up at them. "I forgot my Potions book in my room again. You two go ahead and I'll meet you in the Great Hall in a minute." His two best friends nodded quickly and started down the stairs.

Harry hurriedly climbed the stairs back to the deserted West Tower that was now home of the returning 'eighth years', students whose education had somehow been disrupted by the war during their seventh year and who had been exceptionally allowed back to complete their studies.

It was an odd thing to be back at the castle.

It had been a little bit over four months since the downfall of Voldemort and traces of the ferocious war that had taken place there were still visible all around the castle, even though most of it had already been rebuilt. Enough anyway to welcome the students back and start the new school year.

Minerva McGonagall, the freshly appointed headmistress of Hogwarts had decided that since only a handful of students had returned for their eighth year, they would be accommodated together in the West Tower, no matter what houses they had previously belonged to. It had been weird and a little uncomfortable at first, but three weeks into the school year, it was now a pretty common occurrence to see Pansy Parkinson and the Patil sisters gossiping about the hot guys of Hogwarts, slouched on one of the couches by the fireplace or Ron enjoying a fierce game of chess with Blaise Zabini on one of the few desks scattered around the room.

Harry hastily gave the password to the Silver Knight guarding the entrance of the eighth years' common room. It was the second time this week he had been forgetting a book. Damn, he had to be more focused on his studies if he wanted to pass his NEWTs at the end of the year and eventually become an auror!

Walking the few steps down the corridor to the common room and the flight of stairs leading to his private quarters (a most welcomed privilege for the returning eighth years), he frowned as he heard unexpected noises. It was odd since everybody was supposedly in the great hall having breakfast and he was sure he had been the last one to leave the common room earlier. He started carefully but soon froze again. Walking slowly closer, he could now distinctly hear gasping sounds mixed with giggles coming from the common room. God. There were definitely people enjoying themselves in there! Intrigued and a little uncomfortable, he held his breath and took a careful look.

Nothing could have prepared him for the shock of discovering what was happening right before his eyes.

Lying on the couch near the fireplace, completely oblivious to anything else around him, lay a very dishevelled Theodore Nott, tie loosened on his open shirt. Straddled on top, stripped to the waist and snogging the hell out of him, was none other than Nott's fellow Slytherin and Harry's former nemesis, Draco Malfoy.

Harry and Malfoy had come to a certain kind of truce after all that had happened during the war. A few days after the end of it all, Harry had gone to Malfoy Manor to return Draco's wand. They were not friends, not even close to it, but they both had come a long way and were not fighting anymore. Draco mostly kept to himself these days anyway and the two of them basically ignored each other which was perfectly fine by them.

Completely startled by what he was seeing, Harry couldn't move. He stood there, taking in the sight of the two young men intensely making out right there in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes away from the Malfoy, fascinated by the way he seemed to be completely abandoning himself to what he was doing, guards down, cheeks flushed, like Harry had never ever seen him before. From where he stood, Harry could see the fading Dark Mark on Malfoy's left forearm and felt a thrill running down his spine.

He was snapped out of his reverie by a very angry voice coming from the couch.

"Potter! What exactly the hell you think you're doing here?" The two young men were panting heavily, staring at him like they couldn't believe he was there, Malfoy still on top of Nott's frail body.

"I... I...," Harry stammered. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything to say.

"Well move already! Don't you see we're in the middle of something here?" he paused, squinting his eyes. "Unless of course..." Malfoy had a mischievous smirk on his face, "you want to join in?"

Harry's cheeks turned deep red at the suggestion. "What? No! I... I..."

"Already said that Potter," Malfoy snapped. "Care to elaborate?" Harry heard Nott chortle next to his boyfriend. Stupid git.

Without thinking, Harry blurted: "Aren't you two supposed to be having breakfast?" Oh shit. He had not just said that? What the hell was wrong with him?

"Well", Malfoy sneered, "can't you tell this is exactly what we're doing right now?" Nott couldn't suppress a giggle. Harry could've killed the guy.

"I... Never mind." Without another word, he turned around and fled the common room, forgetting at once why he had been there in the first place and running away from the two boys as fast as he could.

Completely bewildered by what he had just witnessed, he didn't see the shock of red hair coming the other way and fell to the ground with a thud, spilling the contents of his bag on the floor. Shit. He mumbled an apology before realising he had run into none other than Ginny Weasley.

Great. His day couldn't have started better than this.