A/N: I do not own any of the characters used in this story unless i decide to create my own somewhere along the way. I also do not own Hogwarts, however i did attend there and i am a proud Hufflepuff. This is my first story that i've published, though it is not the first i have written. Reviews are appreciated, as is criticism. Thank you so much for reading, it really means a lot to me. I will stop babbling now so you can read on about all the young, angsty, teenage love between the two most attractive wizards to ever attend Hogwarts.

Harry stood among the fallen stones that made up his school. The battle was over, Death Eaters gone, the Elder wand and his own wand in his pocket still. He could finally rest with Voldemort dead. He could finally settle down with Ginny. He could finally lead a somewhat normal life. Finally.
He started away from the Great Hall, where everyone was gathered. He wanted a bit of peace, now that it was over. Just a bit.
Making his way to the Gryffindor common room, he paused. He'd spent almost all of his time there when he went to Hogwarts.
The sorting hat had almost put him into Slytherin. He wondered even more now than ever what it would be like had he spent his time there. Would Malfoy had to be nice to him? Would Snape still have hated him?
He turned and started towards the dungeons. His hands shook slightly as he opened the portrait.
Draco Malfoy stood at the doors to the dorms. His blonde hair was ruffled from the battle still, and Harry realized he had blood on his cheek.
When Draco saw Harry, he froze. He looked as if he were afraid of Harry. His expression looked as if he was in pain. "What are you doing here, Potter?"
"Just checking around. You should get to the Great Hall and have your cheek checked, Malfoy." Even if Draco didn't care, Harry didn't want him to hurt. He didn't really want anyone to hurt; not even a man who had been his rival for six or seven years.
That's why Harry's mind and heart were conflicted about killing Voldemort. He was definitely not an innocent man, Voldemort, but he was still a person. Harry would have to carry the burden for years- for the rest of his life. Every time someone would congratulate him for the murder of a person who had once tried to kill him, he would most likely die a little inside.
"Potter, are you even listening?"
Harry looked up. "What? Did you say something?"
Draco stared at him for a second, then shook his head. "No. Nothing, ignore it." He muttered.
"Malfoy, I have something of yours..." Harry pulled out both wands, handing him the Elder wand. "It's yours."
"Yeah, Potter, I got that when you said you had something of mine." Draco walked forward and snatched the wand away.
The Elder wand had been Harry's, truly, but right after he killed Voldemort a Death Eater in the crowd disarmed him, and Draco managed to disarm and kill that Death Eater, causing the wand to be passed to him again. It was a very eventful time- not.
Harry's shoulder and Draco's shoulder were almost touching as they stood side by side. "Potter, I'd be careful if I were you."
"I'd be careful if I were you, Malfoy. Death Eaters are going to be after you for years."
"They'll be after you for longer." Draco muttered and walked out of the cold common room.
Had Draco Malfoy just warned him? Did Malfoy care if Harry died?
Harry shook his head to clear it and wandered around the large room, into each of the boys' dorms and a single one of the girls' dorms.
Everything was either silver, emerald green, or black. The sofa was green, with silver claw foot legs. The windows, flooding with fake light, were stained green and had black designs on them. The desks and walls were the only things not green, silver, or black. The walls were dark stones, and the desks were a dark wood, one Harry did not know the name of.
His eyes wandered around and he sighed. He couldn't even imagine what he'd be like if he were in Slytherin. Would he still be Harry? Would he be a whole different person, one who wasn't a hero? For some reason, the thought of that drew him together. What if he wasn't supposed to defeat Voldemort? What if there had been a whole different route? Possibly joining him. Possibly, even, talking to Voldemort and convincing him to stop and become a nice guy.
Maybe that was what was intended for him, not killing Voldemort, but talking to him. Talking him out of the whole killing, torture, capture, hurtful ideas.
Harry rolled his eyes at the thought and started to the Great Hall, leaving behind what once could have been his common room.

"What? Rebuild Hogwarts?" Hermione's voice carried down the hall. Professor McGonagall, Hermione, and Ron stood far from the large doors to the hall. Harry stopped as they all looked up at the sound of his footsteps.
"Are you planning to rebuild?"
"Yes," McGonagall replied quickly.
"I'm for it. I'll even help-"
"That is unnecessary, Mr. Potter. We've already got House Elves and goblins on their way."
Harry sighed. "Well, it will still help if someone is there to watch over them, correct?"
"Teachers will be there."
"Can I stay, though?"
"No!" Hermione interjected. "Harry, she said-"
"Please, Professor?"
"For a week." McGonagall smiled slightly. "But only because of your success."
Harry smiled a bit. "Thank you, Professor." He said as he entered the hall.
When he entered, Harry heard clapping, and people clapped him on the shoulder as he passed them. "Stop," he muttered under his breath. "I don't want to be congratulated for murder."

Draco kept his eyes on Harry. Harry looked solemn, as if he was in pain. He also looked as if he were in deep thought. Draco averted his eyes when he saw Harry start to look up at him.
Draco's father had gotten a hold of him, still in Hogwarts, after the battle. Mostly all his father had done was pace an old dorm and swear "That Potter is going to pay. He is going to die for what he's done."
He had then turned to Draco after a few minutes of this, and grabbed the boy's shoulders. He said, "Draco, get close to Potter for me. Tell me his weaknesses. Anything you can find out.", then he had apparated away.
Draco stood and walked up to Potter. "Potter, I'd- I'd like to apologize for all of the years we spent fighting." Draco said. It was unusual for him- Malfoys normally didn't apologize, unless they had to. However, this apology, Draco realized, was genuine. He was really sorry for causing Harry trouble for six and a half years.
"Wait, Malfoy, are you apologizing to me?" Harry seemed astounded.
"I suppose, yes." Draco clenched his jaw- he was already annoyed.
"Well, I accept your apology."
"Can we put all of the bickering and rivalry behind us and become... Friends?" It disgusted Draco to say it.
"I- Yeah. I suppose so, if you don't mind doing one thing."
"What is it?" Even more annoyed, Draco licked his lips.
"Apologize to Hermione for calling her a mudblood, and apologize to Ron and the other Weasleys for making fun of their family."
Draco was astounded. It took courage to force a Malfoy to apologize for anything to become their friend. "Fine." Draco said. This is all Father's fault, he thought as he followed Harry to apologize to the group of Weasleys at the front of the room, crowded around one of the twins.
After this, he was taken out of the Great Hall to apologize to Ron and Hermione.
After that endeavor, he broke off from Harry, claiming he needed to go to the lavatory for something he had just remembered was there.
"Oh, this is going to be horrible." He groaned and threw his hands on the cracked sink. It broke and he stepped away. "Reparo." The sink flew back up and was completely fixed.
"Torture," he muttered again as he left the lavatory.