Draco approached Harry with determination; with his broomstick held firmly is his pale pale hand.

"Potter!" He called sharply.

Harry turned from talking with Ron and Hermione, and smiled.

"Good job today, Harry." Draco said, returning the grin, "Won the game for Gryffindor yet again."

"Thanks Draco. You put up quite a fight! Not bad yourself."

Now that they were 7th years, and the war had ended, Draco and Harry had put aside their differences, and became very good friends.

"It was a rather entertaining match." Hermione chimed in, in a very matter of fact-ly manor.

"Like you too paid much attention!" Harry and Draco laughed, as both Ron and Hermione's faces turned bright red.

Ever since they got together at the beginning of the year, they had trouble keeping their hands off each other, usually in the back, snogging, during school events.

"Shut up, you git!" Ron pushed Harry playfully, and by that time they were all laughing historically.

"You know Harry," Hermione said as Ron wrapped him arm around her waist, "Ginny had trouble keeping her eyes off you the entire match, and shes had a huge thing for you ever since our first year. Maybe you should ask her to the Four Houses Ball."

The Four Houses Ball was a new thing this year at Hogwarts, to occur right before they got out for winter break. It was a dance to bring 7th years of all houses together, although if a younger student was asked to go, they were, in the words of the teachers, most certainly welcome.

"Eh, I dunno…" Harry mumbles, looking down and shuffling his feet.

"Well, decide soon!" Ron gestured towards the doorway, where Nevil and Ginny were laughing and having a conversation entirely their own.

It got silent then.

"Well," Ron broke it. "Hermione and I have to go…study."

He took her hand, as Harry looked at him doubtfully.

"Sure. Study."

Ron blushed as they walked away, leaving Draco and Harry under the stone archway alone.

"So, Harry, how are you doing on that potions homework?" Draco looked into Harrys eyes, as if he was trying to read them to get the answer.

"Uh, not good." Harry turned away. "I'm not very good in potions…"

"Well how about we go up to my dorm, and I can help you out!" Draco flashed a pearly white smile, causing Harry to nod with out thinking. "Great! Go get your books, and I'll see you in a few minutes!"

...

Harry wasn't one to wander into the Slytherin dormitories alone. He had gone in thousands of times with Draco but never alone. But, instead of receiving skeptical looks, everyone was rather friendly.

His footsteps echoed in the hall, as he found him self in front of the door to Dracos room. He reached for the doorknob, but to his surprise the door opened itself.

"Come on in Harry!" Draco called

Harry stepped inside, "Long time no see."

Well that was lame…He thought, immediately regretting what words had just came out of his mouth. He looked around the room. It was a single, so Draco had no roommates, but all the room. Everthing was green and silver, all of the finest quality…Although he was a Gryffindor, he still loved this room…

Draco just smiled. "Well, lets get to work, shall we?"

For the next hour, all they did was work. It wasn't until after Draco explained everything to him again did he understand it. Snape was going to be very impressed next class! He was working his potions like a pro.

"So, Harry…" Draco began.

He looked up from his book, "Yeah?"

"Are you going to ask Ginny Wealsy to the Ball?" Draco asked, letting his finger run up and down his quill in nervous habit.

"Huh…well to be honest, I'm not quite sure. I mean, Ginny's pretty and all, but…" Harry stopped himself.

"But what?"

"Well, I think of the Weaslys as my family…and the thought of snogging Ginny…" Harry twitched as he made a disgusted face.

Malfoy laughed. "That would be interesting…"

"Why'd you ask, anyway?"

Draco looked at Harry, in his white button up with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, his messy black hair, and his loosened tie…"Curiosity. Just curiosity-"

In his gaze he hadn't noticed his hand knocking over the jar of ink.

"Oh gods!" He and Harry both reached down at the same time, their eyes meeting and their noses nearly touching…Draco moved himself a tiny bit closer, and pressed his lips against Harry's in great haste…

But the dark haired Wizard pulled away just as fast. "Draco! What the bloody hell are you doing!"

He backed away, grabbing his things and running out…

Bloody hell? Draco thought as he smiled to himself in the new loneliness of his room…Potter's been hanging around with Weasly far to much…