Fridays I'm in Love

By MontaguexCapulet

Author's Note: Ok guys I'm so sorry I've been away for so long. Please forgive me. PLEASE!!!!! As usual I don't own anything here but the plot and Harry's girly thongs.

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It all started on a Monday. Monday, November 22 to be exact. Harry was walking down the hall on his way to History of Magic when "It" happened. He tripped on God knows what and his books fell all over the floor. He quickly began to pick them and didn't even notice that someone else was also gathering up his books. The next thing he knew Draco Malfoy was handing the res of his books to him.

"Be careful next time, Potter." Was all Malfoy said and without a hint of sarcasm or hate. Malfoy was already gone before Harry could even think about what had just happened. Harry quickly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed this bizarre act of kindness from the cold hearted Malfoy but everyone was just rushing to class and chatting with friends as they always did. No one seemed to notice. He glanced at his watch and ran to class.

Hermione and Ron were already in class when Harry got there. Ever since they started dating the summer before their seventh year Hermione's influence on her boyfriend made him get to class on time, something Harry never really got used to. Harry slid into the desk next to them.

"Harry are you ok?" Hermione asked worry starting to creep in her voice. "You look like you've just seen Snape smile."

"Don't even suggest such a thing is possible! Yes, I'm fine I just saw something that I'm having trouble believing." Harry said.

"What, mate?" Ron said.

"Well I was walking to class and I tripped and dropped my books. Well I started to pick them up and I didn't notice that someone else had stopped to help me. You'll never guess who it was."

"Colin?" Hermione guessed.

"No."

"Neville?" Ron guessed.

"No."

"Padma?" Hermione guessed again.

"No."

"Terry?" Ron guessed.

"NO!" Harry said a little louder than he wanted to.

"Well who then?" Hermione said.

"Malfoy." Harry said.

"WHAT?" Hermione and Ron screamed causing the entire class, including the boy in question to look over to their direction. All three of them ducked down to hide from all the glances.

"Malfoy? Really?" Hermione whispered.

"Yes and he wasn't even mean about it. He told me to be more careful next time and he didn't even say that with an evil undertone. I think he was sincere about it." Harry said, glancing over to Malfoy every other word.

"You sure it was Malfoy who helped you?" Ron asked.

"Yes I'm sure."

"Well Malfoy has been acting nicer ever since he joined the Light side." Hermione said.

"True, but he's never been obvious about it before." Harry said. The conversation ended there but it stayed on Harry's thoughts. Why had Malfoy helped him? Was there any meaning in it or was he looking too much into it?

The rest of the day flew by and that night Harry lay in bed thinking of the blond boy who had always been in his life. Malfoy was always an enemy never a friend or an ally. Could he accept Malfoy as a friend? Was there too much history between them? He didn't know.