I don't own Harry Potter. (Sadly.) It belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling.

This story will only have a few chapters. Set after the war. The seventh years have returned for an eighth year.

Warning 1: Characters will be a little ooc (Sorry if you don't like that) Warning 2: this will be malexmale. (Eventually.)

I have to thank Cathcer 1984 for her help with this story. You are amazing. Thank you soo much :D x

I apologise in advance for any mistakes I may have made. :)

Draco had been watching Harry through the day and noticed that unless you was really watch Harry closely, you wouldn't think there was something wrong with him. Draco had almost been caught twice, spying on Harry as he always had someone with him. He had to catch Harry on his own and when he heard Harry telling Ron he was going down to the quidditch pitch to fly around and be on his own for a while, Draco grabbed his chance and headed there straight away so when Harry arrived and took off in the air, it would just the two of them.

Harry stepped onto the field, broom in hand and took off from the ground. It was only when he was in the air did he spot Draco. Harry sat hovering as Draco made his way over. "I didn't think anyone was here. I'll leave you on your own."

"Actually. I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to call a truce, the war is over, our fights are just petty compared to what we've been through. Well, mostly what you have been through. I would like to put all of that behind us and start again. Harry."

"You're serious?"

"Very." Draco held his hand out. "Friend?"

Harry looked into Draco's eyes before looking at the hand and slowly took it in his. "Friend. Draco."

Draco took his hand away and looked at Harry. "I never did get the chance to thank you for saving my life."

"I still owe your mother thanks for saving mine."

Draco frowned. "Is that why you saved me? Because she saved you?"

"No. I saved you before she saved me."

"How did she save you?"

"Voldemort cast the killing curse at me and got your mum to check to see if I was dead. She felt my pulse and asked me if you were still alive. I told her you was safe and well in the castle and she turned and told Voldemort I was dead."

Draco nodded. "Mother and me didn't much care for the war. Father did it for the power, but me and mother, it was more of a case of, shut up, agree and do as you're told and you live."

They both flew to the ground and made their way back up to the castle together. "You never did answer my question Draco."

"What question."

"When I was captured and you had to identify me. You knew it was me, I could see in your eyes that you knew it was me but you never said anything. Why?"

"If I told them it was you then he would have come and killed you. I knew that you was our only chance of survival. I couldn't let anything happen to you." Draco noticed that whilst he was answering Harry, twice he had to side step Harry to save him from walking into bushes as he didn't look where he was going, he was watching Draco all the while. Draco felt himself go a little red. "Why are you staring at me continuously?"

"I'm listening to you."

"Well yeah, but mostly when people talk they don't stare each other out."

"If you are really listening to someone and are interested in what they are saying, you focus on them and only them."

Draco shrugged and remained quiet until they reached the castle. Draco groaned when he saw a scowling Ron stood there. "Harry, what are you doing walking with ferret face."

"We have called a truce and are friends now Ron, so expect him around more often."

"Does he-"

"No he doesn't." Harry said, cutting off Ron's question.

Draco frowned. "Do I what?"

"Never mind. See you later Draco." Harry said and walked into the castle with Ron, leaving Draco stood there.

That night, Draco got out of bed and got dressed. Getting undressed in the first place to try and sleep was a waste of time. He couldn't help but think about Harry. Harry. His friend. Friend. Draco liked the sound of that, although he wished for more than friend, one thing Draco failed to tell Harry was the other reason he didn't tell them at the manor that he was Harry. It was because he was in love with Harry and couldn't bear to think of Harry being killed, he couldn't, wouldn't go on if anything happened to Harry. On the night of the last battle when he saw Harry in Hagrid's arms, being told he was dead, Draco could practically feel his heart trying to rip itself from his chest. Draco just wanted to cry out in relief hen Harry revealed himself as alive and well.

Harry was actually the only reason that Draco returned for hie eighth year, because he learnt that Harry was returning. And yet, something was wrong with him, he knew he would have to learn Harry's trust before Harry told him but Draco knew that that would be a long way off and found that not didn't he want to wait that long, he wouldn't wait that long.

Draco left the Slytherin common room and started to stroll through the deserted corridors.

Draco remembered back to his sixth year, he would not be the only one awake at night walking through the castle alone. Harry would be doing the same. Draco hoped that Harry was still the same and headed to the places he used to spot Harry the most in during his nightly strolls.

Having no luck in finding Harry, Draco gave up. Maybe he didn't walk through the castle at night anymore. He thought. Draco, being on the sixth floor, went up one more flight of stairs and opened the door to the corridor where the ROR was. As Draco turned the corner to head to the ROR, he saw a lone figure stood there staring at the wall that was slowly transforming into a door.

Draco took his wand out. "Lumos" the tip of his wand lit the corridor and the lone figure facing the, now, door turned and squinted at the light, hand going above his eyes to shield his eyes from most of the light.

Draco lowered his wand as he approached the other student. "Harry."

"Draco."

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