A/N: More than the star, you are the sun and the moon, you are my entire sky. My love for you is merely a reflection of your own brightness.

AU Summary: It's eighth year at Hogwarts, and every Saturday for an hour, the eighth years are locked in the hospital ward with Madam Pomfrey. She gives them a very detailed explanation of all the ins and outs of everything they need to know about intercourse.

Draco slid into a seat in the library and took a deep breath. He just needed a moment to himself, was all. No Potter, none of his friends fretting over him or teasing him. He just needed a moment, was all. He sat at one of the tables and simply sighed, closing his eyes. Just a moment…

"You know, I would have expected Zabini to hide away in here, maybe, but not you. I guess I figured all you Slytherins had your own personal libraries in your dorms." Draco had tensed the second he had heard the voice, how could he not have? Damn Harry Potter had been constantly stalking him at every turn since that damn health class they had all been forced to attend. Were still being forced to attend.

"I'm surprised you know how to find the library without Granger's help," Draco couldn't help but to shoot back at him with a sharp glare. Why couldn't he simply just have two seconds alone? Was that too bloody much to ask?

Potter only laughed, shaking his head. "You ask Hermione, she probably would agree with you. You know she's already starting to study for finals?" He said that like Draco had a care as towards Granger's study habits.

Draco's frown deepened. "Why are you telling me this as though I care?"

Potter snickered and flicked his eyes to the ceiling, not completely rolling his eyes at him. "Oh, right, yeah. Sorry, your highness. Forgot that all the Slytherins aren't supposed to show any emotions, cause…" He looked up at Draco through his lashes. "What, cause you're all snakes and people can't actually know that any of you are human?"

"What do you know?" Draco had stiffened, standing up quickly. "You're the bloody war hero that everyone looks to, are you now preaching the value of accepting your emotions and speaking with those you care about? That's how you killed him, isn't it? By all gathering around the fire and singing and crying? Was that it?" Draco felt his face getting red, but he didn't care! Potter wanted a bloody fight, then Draco would happily give it to him!

He was laughing at him, again! "Now I finally get it, I think. Slytherin's animal is a snake because when you all feel threatened or backed into a corner your first instinct is to show your fangs and snap, right?" This smarmy git-!

Draco straightened and gathered his things. "If you're going to do nothing but torment me, then I'll leave-"

"Draco, hey," Potter said, holding Draco's wrist. "I'm not tormenting you, I'm joking with you. There actually is a difference, you know." Pulling his wrist away, he frowned and stared at him.

"I don't see any difference." Draco held his books close. "Shouldn't you be finding your friends?"

"Just did."

...No. No, now Draco knew he was attempting to make a fool of him, and he would not allow that. He quickly turned and left, huffing quietly. Behind him, he could hear Potter calling out to him, "Hey, Draco, wait- No, I didn't- Would you wait a minute?!" Draco only hurried his pace and tried to leave as quickly as he could.

He just got to the doorway of the library, when there was something pulling on his sleeve and jerking him back. "How dare you-"

"Draco, hey, whatever you're thinking, it's not true. I really do want to be your friend."

Draco stared at him, before pulling his sleeve out of his grip. "I don't believe you."

Potter watched him before lowering his head and nodding. "Yeah. Makes sense, huh? I've never really given you much reason to believe anything I say, have I?"

"No," Draco spat at him. "You haven't."

Instead of being put off, Potter only smiled at him. "Then I guess I'll just have to give you more reason, huh?" He didn't reach for Draco, but he instead stood beside him in the doorway, now. "Walk you to lunch?"

Draco eyed him warily. "What's in it for you?"

Potter laughed. "What, your company isn't enough?"

"No."

"Well it is. Come on, lunch is almost over, and you're too damn thin."

Draco jerked around. "How dare you-"

"I'm teasing you, Draco, you just need a little more meat on your bones." He called him Draco. He… He was actually serious about this, wasn't he?

"You aren't exactly the most heavy-set student, yourself, you know," he finally grumbled.

Potter chuckled, nodding as they walked together. "Yeah, well. Take it from someone who knows. Come on, lunch smells good." Maybe… They could start with being friends. It was a start, at least, with no strings attached. Draco could deal with that, for now.