HPDM

My hero

Warning: this contains BL, read at your own risk.

Pairings: Harry X Draco

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter, because if I do I will not own a computer that always dies on me.

Summary: Harry potter had always been the hero and the chosen one but when it comes to love what can he be? Especially if his lover if our very own Draco Malfoy.

Author's note: I would apologize first hand for all the grammar and spelling mistakes and also my bad English. Hoped all of you are ready as the story would start…er now!

HPDM

It was after the war, everything was back to their peaceful state however this peaceful state was not granted to everyone….

A new year started at Hogwarts, new and old faces were welcomed back including those who never really did left. Most of the students that survived the war came back to complete their education, those of which includes Harry Potter.

'Harry!'

'Erm… Hi, Ginny … What's up?' Harry answered awkwardly, he never understood how the girl always manages to find him, maybe she placed some stalking charm on him.

Better ask Hermione about it.

After making that a mental note, harry turned his attention back to the pouting girl.

'Harry, are you hiding from me?' Ginny eyed him suspiciously.

Merlin sake! For crying out loud, if he could he would have answered 'that is what I am trying to do can't you see it! So stop trying to make it so difficult!'

But Harry Potter, being Harry Potter, smiled back and said, 'No. Why would I be hiding from you I am just er… busy.'

Just when Ginny wanted to counter that, Ron came into the picture and Harry was so thankful that he looked at the Weasley as if he was Godsend.

'Yo mate! What's with those looks?' he looks from Harry then to his sister.

In simple words, Ginny was throwing daggered glares at him which he was immune too thanks to the years of living with the girl and Harry well, he was looking at him as if he was the Saviour of their Wizarding World. Now, that scared the crap out of Ron.

'You okay mate?'

'Yes, I'm fine Ron. I just thought of something I had to do, if you don't mind could you accompany your sister. Thanks!' with that Harry apparated off leaving poor Ron with a very pissed off Ginny.

In the Great Hall

Thank Merlin's for inventing apparition, if not for it I would need to carry my broom around. Harry thought to himself as he strolled down the Great Hall.

(well I know you can't apparate in and out of Hogwarts, well lets just pretend that they could apparete around Hogwarts, because I think of other ways to let Harry escape.)

After the war, people around him started treating him differently but not in a bad sense. Excluding his close friends, the rest was treating him as if he was some iconic monument, a must see if you ever visited the Wizarding World. Harry was even contemplating on charging for every photo taken.

It was fine at first, but it became annoying with the introduction of people like Ginny.

After the war, there was one thing Harry would like Heroes from all around the world to take note of. That is 'Save the world and the next thing you know the whole world wants to be your best friend or even worse, your family'. Maybe next time they should state that in the Hero's job description.

Harry internally sighed, he should really think of a way to make Ginny see that he does not belong to her and he must think of this way fast as Ginny was really starting to get on his nerve.

Maybe Hermione could help and there is the spell thing I would like to ask about too…

Harry then started to make his way to the library as that was the only place Hermione would ever be. However, as he started to make his way there, a single blond caught his eye and it was none other then Draco Malfoy.

What's Malfoy doing there?

Harry didn't know why he was always so curious about the young Malfoy, maybe it was old habits but deep down he knows that it was something more.

Malfoy was standing in front of a window near the stairwell; it was located around the corner, a place where no one would usually notice. Harry moved closer for a clearer view, he had never seen Malfoy like this before, he was smiling to himself but Harry could only sense sadness in his simile. Under the soft rays of the sun, Malfoy seemed like any angel that had been left behind and forgotten by the Gods. Harry didn't know why but a small part of his heart tore when he saw Malfoy looking like that. Malfoy looked so much weaker then before, fragile even. Maybe it was the post-war effect; he had lost his family then. It was only after the war that Harry knew that Malfoy was actually on their side, he was doing something similar to Snape's job. But there was a catch; Draco was on their side, not his family and that made things a whole lot harder.

Seeing him like this, Harry had a sudden desire to hold the boy but the logical part of his mind stopped him.

What am I doing? Shit! I think I'm going mad. What I'm I doing here anyway? Oh yeah! Hermione!

Harry then turned and raced down the hall, trying to wash away the feelings that he just had.

-HPDM-

Draco turned around puzzled, he defiantly felt someone looking at him.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much, he thought to himself but his instincts were telling him the opposite. Believe me; if you had been a spy long enough, you are bound to have killer instincts. But that was not what he was worried about, being seen was not a big problem but showing weakness was. He was a Malfoy after all.

The corner had always been a personal spot, a place where he could think, where he could allow that mask of his to slip even if it is only just for a while.

Straightening up, Draco decided to leave the place and return to his dorm. Maybe he could rest up a little before dinner. He had been feeling kind of tried the last few days.

I think the time is coming soon…

Taking a last look at the blue sky, Draco walked away.

On his way to the Slytherin's dorm, Draco past the library, usually he wouldn't stop to even look at it. Unlike some other people, Draco was not a bookworm. But today was different, today there was a certain raven.

'Harry' Draco mouthed his name, it was barely under a whisper therefore leaving it unheard by anyone. Draco liked speaking his name; it made him feel closer to Harry. But he knows he would never be able to speak it in his living years.

Currently, Harry was surrounded with, well nearly everyone in the library, he was famous after all.

At least he seemed happy, so it was not to waste after all.

Draco gave a small smile and continued he way to the dorms.