It's my first attempt so please be kind

I do not own these characters J. does

-Chapter 1-

The war ended. It was a bloody one, but it was expected as they have fought against Voldemort. The Light won and the Dark lord vanished from this world as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived killed him just as the Prophecy said. There were many losses amongst each side; everyone had lost something from family, relatives, to body parts and even dignity as some were hiding while everyone was fighting. The now headmaster of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, was pacing back and forth in her office seemingly disturbed and wondering how and with what staff will she repair the damages Hogwarts withstood.

Unknown to everyone, a boy was standing near the Great Hall watching silently as the dead were brought there and mourned. Two big tears were rolling on his cheeks and other were threatening to fall from his big green eyes. He felt guilty. This people died and he was still alive, he knew he shouldn't blame himself as they chose to fight for the greater good but still the feeling was there. Unnoticed by him was a pair of silver-grey eyes that studied him calmly. They emerged from the shadows where they were hiding and crept up behind him silently.

"What are you doing out here, Potter? Shouldn't you be in there?" the boy possessing the silver- grey eyes asked in a whisper.

Harry's eyes widened and he slowly turned. In front of him was a tall boy with stormy silver-grey eyes, platinum blonde hair, aristocratic features that fit him well, a disturbingly pale skin that seemed to glow and a well-built body.

"How come you see me, Malfoy?" Harry hissed narrowing his eyes. It was not like he didn't like him, on the contrary he was madly in love with him from the first time he met Draco at Madam Malkin's but he still had to hate him, still had to put an act so his friends, especially Ron wouldn't find out how he felt.

"You didn't answer my question", Draco said as he slowly approached him. His eyes held something but Harry couldn't be sure what it was. How could he honestly, as Draco didn't show much emotion, his mask hiding everything he seemed to feel from the world's eyes. But he was surprised because Draco didn't wear the usual sneer on his face and seemed at least a little bit worried.

"I don't want to enter…just not yet." he answered looking at his feet ashamed at being this weak. He didn't know why he told him his reason just knew he needed someone to know even if said someone was his so called enemy. "Now it's you turn to answer my question."

"I don't know. I just seem to see you. Is there a problem with that?" he answered in a low sexy voice as he took a step closer, took his Invisibility cloak off of him and tilted his chin upwards so that Harry was staring in his stormy eyes and almost lost himself in them. "You are not weak Harry; you are strong and really brave. You should be happy that you got rid of Voldemort and you are now free." And with that he took off in the shadows to the dungeons leaving a stunned Harry behind.

Harry looked after him for what seemed like hours but in fact were only minutes. He sure was confused as to why would Draco of all people say those things to him, wasn't Harry his enemy? The one person he loathed and hated with his entire being? So why would he say those encouraging words that lifted his burden from his heart, which made him feel relieved and free for the first time since he killed Voldemort?

Harry shook his head and turned so that he could go to his room, the second place he could go without being disturbed. 'I don't think I'll ever figure Dra umm Malfoy out. He sure can change quickly.' he thought as he found himself in front of Fat Lady's portrait and he automatically said the password. As the door opened he entered and sighed in relief when he saw that the common room was empty. He quickly entered his room and throwed himself on the bed, instantly falling asleep. Little did he know that he was being watched by the same silver-grey eyes that questioned him earlier.