A/N: From Harry's POV. And no, I don't like Ginny. She's a bitch. Oh, and I forgot a disclamer. I'm don't own Harry Potter and I'm making no money of this. Nonbeta'd.
Words are meaningless and forgettable
Harry was heading to the Great Hall for some dinner, Ginny beside him. She talked about something but Harry didn't really listen. It just needed a few 'hm' and 'yeah' here and there and she would go on. Ron and Hermione was walking behind them, holding hands. They had finally got together and Harry was happy for them.
They entered the Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. He lay an arm around Ginny's shoulders and laughed at some random joke Seamus was telling. He looked up from them and on the big doors that opened. He saw ha flash of white-blond hair rush out of the Hall. He turned back to his food. It was treacle-tart, his favorite. When he was full the doors opened again and Draco Malfoy entered.
Harry followed him as he sat at the Slytherin Table. His friend Blaise Zabini nudged him a little and he looked up. Harry met beautiful grey eyes. Malfoy's eyes were full of emotions Harry never seen there before. Pain and hurt. Actually, he'd never seen any emotion but anger in Draco's eyes before. He had only looked really closed, one time. The time Harry rejected his friendship in first year.
Suddenly he felt something wet on his cheek. He didn't really want to brake the eye-contact, for some weird reason, but he had to find out what it was. When he turned around he saw Ginny. Of course, it was a cheek kiss. When she joined Hermione's and Neville's conversation, Harry looked back at the Slytherin table. Draco and his friends were gone.
A few minutes later they went back to Gryffindor Tower. Since it was their NEWT-year they had a lot of homework, but today Harry wasn't in the mood. He told everyone he was going to the library, but instead, he went out to the beautiful grounds of Hogwarts. He sat down under a tree by the lake and closed his eyes. It was still summer and it was warm.
He thought about a certain blonde's eyes. How couldn't he have noticed those eyes before? They were like crystals looking right through him. He thought about Ginny's eyes. The were blue. Just blue. But Malfoy's eyes, those were different. They had so many shades of grey he couldn't count them. Harry shook his head. He wasn't going to fall in love with Malfoy's eyes. That's just wrong.
As the hours under the tree rushed by, the sun went down behind the Forbidden Forest. Harry was still warm, though. Even sweaty. He went closer to the lake, feeling if it was cold. It wasn't warm, but not cold either. Harry took off his clothes and jumped down in the water, only wearing boxers. If people saw him now they would think he was crazy. Maybe he was. He had never bathed in the lake before and now that he did, he wondered why he never done it before. It was wonderful.
He swum around for a while before went down under the water surface. He stopped wave with his arms and legs and sank deeper and deeper. The feeling was amazing. Harry felt free. He almost forgot to get up again. Almost. When he reached the surface his lungs felt like they were going to explode from the lack of air. He took a few deep breaths and got up from the water and dressed.
When he went to bed that night he thought about the freedom in the water and decided he wanted to feel it again.
When Harry woke up he felt happy. He dressed quickly and went down to breakfast. Hermione and Ron where no where to be seen and Harry ate with Seamus and Neville. Actually, it was Seamus and Neville eating each other. They started dating after the war and they had no problem with snogging in public. Really, Harry hadn't anything against gays. Nothing at all. Now when he thought about it, he kind-of liked them. They were just people, like everyone else.
On his way back to the tower he saw Ginny and hugged her.
"Hey baby, you're up early." she said.
"Well, yeah, I have already eaten breakfast." Harry said, leaning closer to her.
"That's too bad.." Ginny pouted.
"I can make it up to you if you like." Harry whispered into her ear. They kissed slowly at first, but then it got more passionated and tongues got involved. Harry didn't noticed the three persons walking beside the in the corridors. It was two boys, one looking sick, and one girl, holding the sick boy's hand. After minutes of snogging Ginny had to go to breakfast and left Harry alone in the corridor.
On his way back to his dorm someone ran into him, he looked up and saw Malfoy. Harry looked in his eyes again and forgot everything. He just needed to see those eyes. Harry could see feelings in Malfoy's eyes. Curiosity, fear and.. what's that? Admiration? The gray eyes were staring back at him like he was the most beautiful thing he ever seen. He opened his mouth to ask but realised it was going to be a stupid question.
Instead he smiled and said "You have beautiful eyes." The gorgeous eyes got confused.
"What?" Malfoy asked. Harry came back to reality and widened his eyes. He had just said Malfoy had beautiful eyes without knowing it. He turned around and walked as fast as he could. He just needed to get away from there.
"Stupid Malfoy and his eyes.." He muttered to himself.
When he was back in the Gryffindor Tower, he started with his six foot Potions essay. It took a few hours and he didn't care for lunch or dinner. Professor Slughorn wasn't kidding about a tough seventh year. Harry was just going to get a shower when he saw the sunset outside and ran down the stairs. Ron and Hermione wasn't in the Common Room so Harry got out of the portrait and rushed down the moving stairs.
The sky was blood-red and he barely saw the sun behind the trees. He waited the last minutes until it became dark, then he took off his clothes and down in the water. Immediately he felt free again. He swum around and dove under the water, over and over again. All the time he felt like someone was watching him.
It was past curfew and Harry knew he had to get back before Hermione and Ron got worried. When he got up of the lake he saw someone hiding behind a tree, someone with white-blonde hair..
Harry woke up late and had missed breakfast. He and Hermione got to the library before lunch and Ron were on detention. He had screamed at Headmistress Mc'Gonagall for some unknown reason, in the corridor when they were having class. Everyone heard and when Ron came in again everyone was quiet.
Harry was reading a book about advanced Transfiguration but he didn't really know what it said. He groaned.
"Hermione, I can't do this! It's too complicated! I give up." Harry said.
"It isn't that hard!" she said. "Let me." Harry handed her the book and she immediately got abstract in the book and Harry sighed. There was no way he was going to finish his homework now. He collected his books and grabbed his bag. The library were full of people, all quiet. Madam Pince looked less grumpy than usual and Harry quietly slipped out of there so that she wouldn't yell at him for making noises.
He went to the Great Hall for lunch. Ron were sitting alone so Harry sat by him.
"Hey, how was detention?" he asked.
"A bloody nightmare. I had to scrub a hole corridor with a toothbrush." Ron muttered. Harry laughed and Ron groaned. After lunch they went back to the Common Room and played a few games of chess. Ron won all, as always, even though Harry had gotten better at it.
Hours went fast and dinner even faster. Harry didn't go back to the Tower, he went out directly. He watched as the sun went down and then took off his clothes, jumping into the water. Like usual, he started to swim around. After a couple minutes of minutes he dove down into the dark water. Even if he had his eyes closed he felt like he could see everything. He sank deeper and deeper, before he swum up again.
He dove down again, wanting to be free forever. His body was floating easily in the water and Harry felt like he was made to do this. The longer he stayed under the water surface, the harder it got to get up again. His lungs felt like exploding over and over again, but that didn't matter.
When he were above the surface he breathed deep breathes and dove down again. He felt his body sink deeper and deeper down in the darkness and when he opened his eyes in the muddy water, he couldn't see up or down, just endless water. He tried to move but his floating body remained still. He closed his eyes again. Harry wandered how it was like to die. Was it like this? His lungs empty for air, his body numb and a couple of arms around him. Wait.. what? He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He tried to move his body, but he couldn't feel it. He tried to breath but all he felt was water streaming down his throat and into his lungs. Then everything went black.
He tried to breath, he really did. But there were water everywhere. He breathed harder, resolved not to die. Some air were swishing through his throat and he opened his eyes. An explosion of grey met him. He hadn't time to think about it until he threw up a bunch of water on the grass beside him.
Harry looked back on the beautiful angel with grey eyes beside him. It was something familiar about him. The angel had skin as pale as snow, hair as white as moonlight and tears running down his cheeks. Harry wanted to touch him, but resisted.
"You.." Harry tried but his voice broke down. "You.. You saved me?" he said and the angel nodded. Harry still looked into the angel's eyes. He knew those eyes. He had seen them before.. but where? Then something hit him. Mal-Draco. Draco had those eyes. Then the angel must be Draco.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean 'why'?" Draco asked, sounding confused.
"Why did you save me? I thought you hated me." Harry said. Draco didn't answer his question, instead he offered Harry a hand up. At the skin-contact Harry felt something running through his body. He needed more. He drove Draco down at the ground with him and embraced him. It felt like an electric impulse were running through his veins. This is even better than being free, Harry thought.
He started sobbing and whispered a 'thank you' into Draco's ear. Draco hugged him back and then they let go. Harry was looking in his eyes.
"I never hated you. You probably hated me, or hating me but, you should know I did never hate you." Harry said, feeling like he must tell Draco.
"I hated you actually. You refused my friendship, no one had never done that before. But I don't hate now. I hated you for four years, then I just kinda kept going with our fights.." Draco said and Harry got an idea.
"Draco, would you like to be my friend?" he asked and offered his hand. Draco smiled at him, a thing Harry had never seen him do before. He should smile more often.. it's beautiful. Almost as beautiful as his eyes, Harry thought.
"Yeah, sure." Draco answered an shook his hand. Harry hugged him again they went back to the castle. They reached a crossroad in the corridor and Harry hesitated a little before saying "Thanks again for saving my life."
Draco only nodded and said "Goodnight, Harry." Harry had never heard his name pronounced more beautiful before. It just felt right when Draco said it. Like it was meant to be.
"'Night Draco" Harry said and walked away in the dark corridor. That night, when Harry was laying in his bed, he thought about grey tear-filled eyes, electric shocks and angels.
Harry hadn't seen Draco in days, only at lunch and dinner. He had a free-period and went to sit down the lake, under a tree. He closed is eyes an inhaled the sweet smell of late summer. Birds were twittering and somewhere the Giant Squid were splashing around. Somebody sat down beside him and Harry didn't even have to guess who it was.
"You know, there is a thing I'm wondering about." Harry said
"Hm?" The sound of Draco's soft voice were hitting him like wave and he had to force himself not to forget what he was talking about.
"Why were you watching me by the lake?"
"No reason." Harry instantly knew this was a lie.
"The truth please." he said firmly and opened his eyes. The sight that met him were more beautiful than something he'd ever seen before. Draco's face were relaxed and smooth white-blond hair was covering half of his eyes. His skin were pale and soft. The gray color in the eyes were shining like never before and in just that moment, Harry fell in love.
"I thought you were beautiful." Draco said and Harry had to close his eyes and lean against the tree-trunk to stop himself from touching Draco. I'm in love with a boy? Harry thought. What about Ginny? I'm straight, right?
"I have also wondered about something." Draco said after a few minutes.
"Really?" Harry knew the question would show up sooner or later so he wasn't surprised.
"Why were you bathing in the lake?"
Harry thought a moment. "I felt free. The second best feeling in the world." The obvious question he was waiting for came.
"Second? What's the best?" Draco said.
"It.. want the ugly truth or a comforting lie?" he hesitated. I love Ginny, don't I? She's pretty and funny and nice and most of all, she's a girl.
"Truth please." Harry could hear the smirk in his voice.
"The best feeling in the world is when I'm touching you. I feel alive. That's better than being free. It feels like electricity going through my body." he hesitated a little before saying "If you want more truth, I can give you." Harry had decided it was best to tell him everything. In best case Draco would only be disgusted and walk away. "When you saved me I thought you were an angel. You looked like one. But then I recognized your eyes. They are something special, you know that?" Draco didn't answer and Harry almost thought he'd run off when he felt a couple of soft lips kissing his own. Harry froze. He really hadn't been expecting this.
I love Ginny, I love Ginny, I love Ginny.. But he knew this was a lie. The kiss were nothing like the kisses with Ginny. Draco felt more right. It was like they were meant to be. It's like magic, Harry thought. He couldn't bring himself to kiss back and didn't even notice when the lips were gone, he were to busy with his thoughts. He hadn't opened his eyes and tried hard to keep his face blank.
"Harry?" Draco said quietly, as if checking if he was awake. In the meantime, Harry was having an inner battle with himself. I DO love Ginny! No, Draco is better.. I love Ginny. Love her. I don't love a boy. Especially not Draco Malfoy.
"I'm sorry, Draco." Harry said and heard Draco run off. He opened his eyes and saw Draco run towards the Forbidden Forest. Great, Harry. Really great, he thought. He stood up, running into the forest, having no idea which way to go since Draco's figure were out of sight. The twigs were cutting his clothing and skin. Something warm were running down his cheek. He wandered around for hours, until it became dark. He didn't dare to scream Draco's name anymore – there were creatures in this forest he really didn't want to bump into – so he whispered.
He heard a noise somewhere close. "Draco? Are you there?" he whispered. "Draco?" He lightened his wand and suddenly he was looking into gray eyes. Tears were streaming down Draco's cheeks and Harry slung his arms around him. Draco's lips were on his and Harry forgot all about Ginny when he kissed him back.
A/N: I have nothing to say. Bad ending. I don't know if I'm going to do a sequel. Review?
Yeah, also, I read a fic a while ago that I can't find! It was about Harry and Draco skipping class to go to the kitchen and eat chocolate, kinda funny.. so, if you have any idea, please tell me! I'm desperate!