Author Notes: Do I look like I own any of them?!!!! I've had too much caffine, it's eleven pm, I'm depressed 'cuz it's raining outside. I'll probably post a couple more chapters whether you review or not. I'm deciding whether to make this a slash fic.

Maybe I should make this into slash. Whadyathink?

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Chapter 1. Just a little rain

He plopped down near the lake just like he used to for the past seven years or so. Of course, things were different now. Very different. He was not only the boy who lived, but also the boy who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, once and for all. Things have changed so much since the defeat of Voldemort.

There of course was the loss of many dear friends. Ron included. Harry sighed. He was offered the minister of magic, when he graduated from Hogwarts. Fudge was killed. The foolish git. No. He just wasn't ready. At least, not yet. Sirius was now the minister. Yeah. Peter Pettigrew, aka wormtail. Dumbledore's still the headmaster. Mcgonagall was lost in the war. And so was Lupin. Our dear friend that died taking the curse aimed at him. His third and seventh Defense against the dark arts professor.

Harry was now DADA professor with Draco Malfoy as transfiguration. Draco Malfoy. A boy who stole the Head Girl and prefect Hermione Granger's heart. A boy who was saved by her. A boy Hermione would have died for. Hermione was weak. She was in a coma and she might never wake up. Draco used to almost live in St. Mungos, by Hermione. She was still unconscious.

After the war, Draco and Harry became friendly. Although not too friendly. They were both parentless and with a big fortune in Gringott Vaults. Tomorrow, the term would start. He'd have to face Ginny and the Creevy brothers in their seventh year. Also, he was now the Gryffindor Head. Snape, the slimy git was still Slytherin Head and Potions Master.

Some things never changed. Nope.

But some things had. Like the twinkle that died out in Dumbledore's eyes. The memories and nightmares of the war. And wizards, only too cautious. A figure in silver robes strode over to him.

"It's late, Potter."

"Late for what? Late to take back the sacrifices? Tell me, Malfoy."

"Term starts tomorrow, Harry. Get some rest."

"Where were you all day?"

"You know better than me where I was. And why too."

"Hermione again?"

The pale blond boy nodded, sadness coming over his eyes.

"I should have treated her better."

"You did in our last year."

"It was sixth years before I regret now. How was I to know she loved me and would save my life?"

Harry found nothing to say to this. They just sat there watching the lake, drowning in their own thoughts. A raindrop fell down, then another. Then another. It was raining but both men didn't care. It was just a little rain after all. What harm could a little rain do anyway?