Harry couldn't believe it. He was staring over at his worst enemy in complete awe over how damn beautiful he was. 'How did he do that?'

Draco Malfoy was sitting across the hall from him. It was the day after the battle of Hogwarts, and was declared to be a day full of sleep, rest and healing. Everyone was feeling better.

The Malfoy's stayed apart from the others in the castle, and though they still looked sleek and elegant, they seemed disgruntled. Lucius Malfoy's hair was slightly dull, almost as if he were hiding something. Narcissa seemed jumpy, off and more protective than ever of her son. Draco had left his hair loose from the confining hair gel he usually had in his hair. It fell across his face, hiding his silver gray eyes. All three looked defeated, no inspiration shone in their eyes, their skin was paler, as if they hadn't slept.

Ginny walked over and sat herself down next to Harry. She curled into his side as he wrapped his arm around her.

"What are you staring at?" she asked a little hotly.

"Nothing," he said quickly, tearing his eyes away just as Draco looked up.

"Good," she said as she reached up to kiss him.

Draco was still not used to being stared at. When he walked into the Great Hall, he kept his head down. His un-gelled hair fell into his face as he hoped it would.

Of all the faces staring at him, with cold, crewel eyes, he knew one of the pairs was staring kindly, curiously, or at least without anger and resentment. He looked up to meet those eyes, and everyone looked away, depressing Draco even more than he already was.

'What am I thinking? I must have imagined it.' He decided. Across the hall, almost the very farthest point from him, Harry Potter was busy kissing his girlfriend. 'Why can't that be me? Why am I thinking that?'

Draco realized he had been staring at the raven-haired boy, and quickly dropped his gaze. 'Great, that doesn't help. I need to focus on not going to Azkaban, not on some silly crush!'

'One you've had for seven years?'a voice whispered in his head.

Draco shook himself, trying to dislodge the desire to be in Harry's arms, his point of focus. When he found he couldn't he switched to memories.

FLASHBACK

The other boy seemed to be new. He couldn't tell if they were pureblood or not. All he could do was focus on how handsome the boy was. He noticed the small faults, such as the incredibly messy hair.

'Father would never let me be friends with someone who doesn't know how to use a comb.'

Green eyes stared at him from behind round, broken glasses, as he mentioned quidditch without getting a proper response. That beast of a man, Hagrid, was standing outside, waiting for the boy.

Next time, they met on the train. He had heard a rumor that Harry Potter was here. He was found with one of the Weasleys. Vile creatures they are. He told him that he could help him find better friends.

"I can choose my own friends, thanks." He snapped. Draco was glad that he now knew that he was Harry Potter.

END FLASHBACK

Now Draco realized he should have picked better friends too. Had he stuck with Harry, he might be the one sitting over there, snogging Harry.

'No, he wouldn't be with me. I'd just be his best friend, nothing more.' He thought sourly.

Author's Note: well, I have a lot of this story written out by hand. Maybe I will have to type a lot to catch up. SNICKER. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fanfic. The perspective, so far, switches from Harry and Draco prominently, and with a bit from Hermione's later. Next update will depend on if I can get the time!