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"Hey Potter!" Draco Malfoy yelled across the grounds as Slytherins and Gryffindors headed back from care of magical creatures class.

It was two days before Christmas break (sorry to those who dont celebrate Christmas...its what I call it) and Draco realized Harry and every other Gryffindor hadn't spoken in at least two weeks. The snow that had been falling for two days non-stop was knee high and at that moment he felt sorry for the poor raven.

Harry tiredly turned around and looked at his six year rival-enemy-whatever through his shoulder length damp black locks. His eyes held a cold tired look to them, like he was broken and defeated.

The Gryffindors had forced Harry to fight his was through the knee high snow instead of clean path, and when he turned he was standing a good seven feet from it. Draco's eyes had dropped the cold demeaning mask, looking sympathetically through his equally long shoulder length tied back platinum locks at Harry as he sloshed gracefully…er…well as gracefully as possible…to Harry's side.

"Potter, you okay?" Draco asked nicely.

"What do you care if I wasn't, Malfoy?"

"You haven't spoken to Weasel-bee, the mud-blood, or any other Gryffindor in two weeks or more. What happened?"

"You really want to know, Malfoy, or do you want your father to rise as the next dark lord?"

"I'd like to know, Potter. You've seen how I'm not completely evil."

"True. You were there when I defeated Tom." Harry's gaze dropped to the ground.

"Potter, you're depressed and reclusive. Whats going on?"

"They fear me, Malfoy. Every single one of them FEAR me!"

Draco spoke quietly. "Why?"

"I have more magic than Dumbledore or Tom knew I had. You know there is wanded and wandless magic, right?"

"Yeah."

"I have both. My magic is so strong it forced itself dormant anf became wandless." Harry stared at the edge of the forbidden forest. "I blew it up, Malfoy. All my anger came out and I blew it up."

"Potter, what happened?" Draco was worried about Harry since he, himself, had refused the mark and worked for Dumbledore.

"Allying yourself with those who destroy things, too?" Ron, Harry's supposed best friends had come back to hurt his morale even more.

"Still as poor as always, Weasel-bee, or are you marrying someone rich so you can buy new socks?" Draco snapped back, defending the broken Harry.

"Dear old dad and your goons aren't here to protect you, Malfoy."

"Al, yes. Although at this moment, by what I've seen, Potter could blow you away." Ron paled at the mention of Harry's power and quickly scampered off.

Draco turned a victorious smirk on Harry and it soon disappeared when he saw the anguished pain in Harry's eyes of his own friend hating him. He patted Harry's shoulder in an awkward but comforting motion.

"Come on Potter. Potions is next and I believe it would be best if you stick with me for a while." He led Harry to the trampled path.

"Why help me, Malfoy? We've done nothing but give each other grief."

"I guess I want a second chance. You know, since I've changed and helped the good guys."

"Thanks." Harry said quietly.

They reached the main hall and dried their robes off before heading for potions.

"Malfoy?" They were in the dungeonms hall.

"Yeah?"

"Why give me a second chance?"

"In my opinion, anyone who fought Lord Voldemort deserves chances…since I fought him, too."

They walked into the dungeon and sat in the furthest back row on the left, opposite where Ron and Hermione were, in the front right. Just as the bell rang, Snape flounced (can anyone see him flouncing? Heh) into the dungeon, slamming the door behind him.

"Why are you Mr. Potter, on the Slytherin side of the room?"

Harry shrugged coolly. "Change of scenery?"

Draco sniggered. "Why are you sitting with your rival?" Snape…(HAH) snapped. (Snape snapped…OMG I thought that was funny).

"Second chances, sir."

Snapes lip twitched angrily, making him look like he had an Elvis lip (don't know what Elvis lip is? Ask you momma and poppa. They should know) "Fine. Do not screw up the potion."

Harry saluted to Snape's back, earning another fit of suppressed laughs from Draco. Snape began writing ingredients on the board for the day as Harry made a rude gesture at his back, making Draco begin to turn red from holding his laugh in for so long.

When Draco finally gained his senses again he smiled at Harry. "You really are funny." He whispered.

Harry nodded. "I know I am." Whispers again.

"Potter, no talking in class. Fifteen points from Gryffindor." Harry's jaw fell open.

"Professor!" Draco's hand was in the air. "It was me talking. Potter was telling me to…Shut up."

"A probable lie." Draco shrugged to Harry who was staring blankly at a wall.

Halfway through the class, Draco nudged Harry in the ribs. "Potter, you okay?" Their potion was actually the right color. (forget about Draco being nice to Harry, the potion being the right color is weird enough. Lol)

"Worried, Malfoy. Just worried." Was Harry's vacant response."Remember how I said I blew it up?"

"What was it?"

"My common room. I got so mad the floor shook, windows broke, all the furniture was a mess. Colin Creeveys camera exploded too. They fear and hate me now." Draco saw the broken lost expression on Harry's face and felt the strongest urge to comfort him.

Before he even realized it, Draco had his left arm around Harry's shoulders. "Well, Potter, you are now going to stay with me. Your so-called 'friends' are picking on you and I would like a second chance. How about it? I keep you company…until your friends again…and you can see that I was only being a git to you because of my fathers brain-washing."

"Brain-washing. Heh." Harry chuckled letting his mind think of the odd idea of it.

"Potter! I said no talking in class!" Snape said angrily as he look at their potion. "Once again another…The potion is correct. Good job, Mr. Malfoy. Five points to Slytherin." Snape walked off.

"Phooey." Harry said as he flicked a remaining bug carcass off the desk. "Biased."

Draco realized he was still holding Harry's shoulders, so he gave them a light squeeze. "It'll get better, promise." He said lightly as Snape explained the next part of the potion. "Besides Christmas break is almost here. Todays the last potions."

"And if you didn't notice the last Gryffindor Slytherin class is this one." Harry said.

"Yeah, but Ill meet you after classes."

"Why? You have friends."

"I have my followers. Crabbe and Goyle cant do anything without me. They wont leave me alone."

"What about your girlfriend and Zambini?"

"You think Pansy is my girlfriend? Ech, no and Blaise is a bully." Harry was about to protest. "Worse than me."

"…Homework twenty-seven inches on the potion, its ingredients, how its made, and what it does. Dismissed to dinner."

Everyone stood up and began rushing out of the room, leaving Harry and Draco in the room. Draco let his arm drop to his side as Harry began to clean up (the potion had to simmer all of break.)

"Coming, Potter?" Draco asked as he stood up and slung his bag over a shoulder.

Harry pushed his hand through his long unruly raven locks, mussing it up more, and stood. He shoved his outer robe (the black thingy) into his bag then slung it over his shoulder.

"You master your enemies by forgiveness, not force. Sirius told me that before I led him to his death."

"You didn't mean to and it wasn't your fault. Aunt Bella was the one to blame. Don't ever blame yourself, Potter." They were walking down the hall.

"Once someone gets passed your cold, spoiled, rich, emotionless exterior, you're a nice person. Go ahead. I'm skipping dinner. I don't want to be around them right now."

"Mind if I tag along?"

"I don't care…Come on then." He went down a flight of stairs and walked to a painting of fruit.

Harry tickled the pear in the painting, which transformed into a door handle. He opened the door and motioned Draco inside.

Draco stepped inside and was followed by Harry. Immediately a house-elf ran up to them.

"Harry Potter, I is happy to see you, sir." The elf squeaked out happily.

"Dobby?!" Draco called out.

"Mas…Mr. Malfoy."

"How did you get here?"

"I released him in first year." Draco nodded. "Dobby, can we have a basket and dinner? Neither of us want to go into the great hall."

"Why, Harry Potter?"

"The Gryffindors and I had a…disagreement and Malfoy decided to help me with it."

"Not like the elder, I presume?" Dobby asked, looking at Draco closely.

"No. I never took the mark. Im showing Potter that Im good."

"Here you go sirs." A tiny elf said, shoving a basket in Harrys hands. "Frumpy added extra for Mr. Potter and Kunker made sure lots of yums were there for Mr. Malfoy."

"Thanks." Harry said, fake smiling at the helpful elves. "Ill make sure to return the basket."

"With that Harry and Draco left, heading for the magically heated astronomy tower roof. Neither spoke as they headed through the empty corridors and halls.

"Do you usually visit them?" Draco finally asked his burning question.

"All the time."

"Is that where you are for dinner?"

"Yeah. It's really awkward at dinner with them not wanting me around."

"Im sorry. During Christmas break, why don't you sit with me? It would be less awkward."

"No thanks. I think Im the only Gryffindor staying. Everyone wants to get away from me."

By then both had reached the steep ladder leading to the rooftop. Harry climbed up first and passed through the trap door with the basket.

"You coming, Malfoy?" Harry's head came into view a good twenty-four feet above Draco's head.

"The ladder…" Draco tried to point out.

"It's steep, wooden, standing almost vertical, twenty-four feet tall…Whats wrong?"

Draco adverted his eyes and mumbled a 'nothing'. Harry looked confused for a second with Draco's odd behavior.

"If you fear the height difference or just the height without your broom, I'd recommend you don't look down."

Draco glared at Harry and started up the ladder. He decided to defy Harrys advice when he was halfway up.

Twelve feet up, Draco looked down and…froze. His grip on the ladder increased to a death-like grip and his eyes stayed locked with the floor.

A sigh escaped Harrys lips. "Malfoy, look up at me." No response. "Look. Up. At. Me. Malfoy." His voice held a commanding tone with an underlying worried one.

Draco's eyes flickered quickly to Harrys face then back to the ladder, where his chest was pressed firmly against it. He was pressing himself against the ladder, clinging desperately to it, and didn't move again.

"P…Potter!" He called weakly.

"Its okay, Malfoy. Look up at me. Just watch me and climb up. Its easy Malfoy." Harrys voice was calm and Draco felt calmer. "Just look up. You're fine, Malfoy. Breathe. Its okay." Somehow Harry's voice was sending waves of calmness and security over Draco.

'One step, move hands up, look up at Potter, step, lock eyes with Potter, move hands, Potter gives encouraging smile, step, move hands, step, Potter mutters encouragement, move hands, four feet to go, almost glances down, Potter distracts/diverts attention, step, move hands, three feet, step, move hands, Potter reaches out a hand to help, step, one foot.' Draco thought to himself as he climbed the ladder.

Draco took Harrys hand and climbed weakly through the trap door. He stumbled and tripped on the edge of the door.

With the fear that had before consumed his body gone, he felt wiped and couldn't catch himself. Before he could fall very far, warm, strong arms were wrapped around him protectively.

"You alright, Malfoy?" Harrys warm breath tickled past Draco's ear.

"I. HATE. No. Broom!" Draco said as he leaned against Harrys chest.

Harrys low chuckle and warm breath made shivers erupt along Draco's spine. "Don't worry, Malfoy. We can summon your broom to get down. You going to be okay? I didn't mean to push you."

"What do you care? We hated each other."

"Your giving me a second chance and I want to give you a second chance. Id like to be nice if you'd let me, since your helping me with my… Difference."

Draco sighed into Harrys chest and leaned more against him. "That's fine, Potter. I'm just not used to having someone be nice to me. I had people treat me like a child or act like Im a god. Im not used to being treated human."

He could feel Harrys chest rise and fall in even breaths as he himself finally calmed down. Harry was talking in calm tones, sending waves of calmness through Draco's body, about random topics, skipping from weather to quidditch to potions to transfiguration.

"Potter…Why do I feel so calm?" Draco asked after his body-calmed immensely.

"Its nothing, Malfoy. I'm trying to help."

"What do you mean?"

"Wandless."

Draco's eyes snapped open. "You spelled me?"

"I had to calm you down. Stay calm, Malfoy, and hear me out."

Draco began leaning away from Harry, trying to get away, but Harry would have none of it. He tightened his arms around Draco and pulled him closer.

"I just wanted to help you, Malfoy. There was no harm meant by it. Please, Malfoy, don't do this. I didn't mean anything by it. Just to help you." Harry loosened his arms, almost dropping them, and spoke again. "Go if you want. I said what I needed to, so do what you want. I wont stop what you think is right."

Harry then grabbed Draco's shoulders, righted the boy, then walked to the wall to lean on it. He looked out to the black lake ad sighed lightly: It just wasn't his month.

Draco stood there watching Harrys now snormally slumped shoulders and realized Harry had already begun to trust him and his untrusting attitude was hurting him. He gave a light sigh and sat on the ground, against the wall opposite Harry.

"Potter, Im sorry. I jumped to conclusions and I didn't let you tell me why. Can you forgive me?"

He watched Harry sigh, almost scared. "I want to. I really do but how do I know you wont use all of this against me? All of this with Tom has really made me fearful of trusting people." He leaned heavily on the low wall.

Draco looked sadly at Harry and nodded, understanding what he meant. "Potter, would you give me time to show you that I can be trusted?"

"I guess so, Malfoy, but I don't see why you want my trust. I treated you badly, never gave you a redeeming minute. To tell you the truth, I was convinced all Slytherins were bad and didn't deserve a chance. I guess I should apologize for that." Harry looked over his shoulder as a ray of light landed on him, highlighting his face and hair delicately.

'Amazing how a little bit of light can make him look so bloody hot. The lighting is making him look almost god-like. His green eyes are the most amazing exotic green I've ever seen.' Draco thought as Harry watched him curiously.

"You know I just apologized to you, Malfoy?" Harry said as he turned around to lean his back against the low wall.

Draco chuckled. "Sorry, Potter. I was just thinking."

"About?" Harry prompted.

'You.' He thought. "Nothing much."

"Alright." Harry looked up at the cloud-riddled sky where patches of light came through at random intervals.

Draco grabbed the basket and opened it. "Come sit, Potter. I wont do anything." He wouldn't look up at Harry.

Harry nodded and walked over, flopping gracelessly beside Draco. Draco chuckled at Harry's innocence even after fighting the last dark lord and winning.

"Nice, Potter." Draco said as he pulled out two covered plates full of random food. "Here."

Harry took the plate from Draco and set it in his lap. "Utensils?"

Draco chuckled out an 'oops'. "Here." A fork, knife, and spoon ws passed to Harry.

What amazed Draco was Harry setting his silverware down and staring at them. He was confused by his actions.

"They aren't going to dance for you." Draco stated with a smirk.

"I don't plan for them too." Draco raised a perfect eyebrow. "Just shut up a minute."

Draco scowled at being told to shut up then his scowl went to an amazed look. His mouth fell open as he watched Harry.

Beats of sweat was on Harry's brow. As Draco watched, the fork lifted and stabbed a few noodles.

Slowly the fork wavered and made its way to Harry's mouth. Harry scowled and the sweat dripped down his forehead, cheek, neck and disappeared into his shirt.

After a second, Harry opened his mouth and the fork slowly, quivering, made its way into his mouth. When he closed his mouth, he reached up and grabbed the fork.

"Potter, what was that?" Draco was amazed.

"Wandless." Harry replied quietly as he ate normally, leaning heavily on the wall.

"How?"

"How what? How'd I do it? How'd I learn? What?"

"Everything."

"It's like wanded magic but takes a lot more concentration. I taught myself. Every time I skipped dinner I'd get some from the elves then went to the lake. I would use it to lift the rocks. The bad thing is if you don't have it mastered it takes a lot out of you."

"Oh. Are you…I mean…How'd the common room thing happen?"

"What you need to understand, Malfoy, is that until I master my wandless magic its not like normal wanded magic. It's…it can come out without me wanting it to. Almost like another being. If Im angry, aggravated, it flares up. I have to stay calm now. Any anger I have, whether I'm agitated, furious, or normally mad, it comes out."

Draco nodded quietly. "So you lost control in your common room?"

"Yes. I couldn't control it any longer. It was like fire in my veins." He shook his head dejectedly. "I didn't mean to do it."

"Its okay, Potter. You aren't to blame. Like you said, you couldn't control it. Don't blame yourself." Draco patted Harrys shoulder. "Believe me, I know what it's like to lave blame on myself."

Harry gave Draco a small sad smile. "Thanks."

A smile graced Draco's lips. They stayed quiet as they ate dinner.

Neither felt they needed to speak and the silence was comfortable. Harry and Draco felt they understood the other better.

The two boys didn't realize when it happened but they were sitting closely together. Their outstretched legs, hips and shoulders were touching solidly, but neither cared.

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah, Potter?"

"Thanks for understanding and helping me."

"No problem, Potter. I know what it's like to not be understood."

"Still, it feels good to be understood. In all my life everyone assumed they knew me, but they didn't know what I go through. I think you're the closest person to be able to understand anything that I have gone through."

"It's a lonely world, Potter. Im just glad I can help." They grew quiet with that and ate in companionable silence.

The next half hour passed quietly. Draco shifted slightly, accidently rubbing his left leg, hip and shoulder against Harry's right side, and looked away with a tiny blush across his cheeks.

"Potter?"

"Yeah, Malfoy?"

"When are you going down?"

"The suns going to set soon. When I eat away from the hall for dinner, I watch the sun set. You can summon your broom whenever you want."

Draco stood up and stretched. "Well, Potter, I'm going to head in if you don't mind. Ill meet you after your transfiguration class tomorrow, alright?"

"Wont your house get mad?"

"No. I have then all under my pinky. Don't worry about it, Potter."

"Thanks, Malfoy."

"Its fine. If you want, I can return the basket for you."

"That would be good Malfoy, since the kitchen is on your way to your dorm."

With that Draco summoned his broom and left. Before getting too far, Draco called a 'good night' to Harry and flew off. Harry smiled at Draco's retreating back and watched the sun set

What harry didn't know was his night would be going downhill from there on.

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