Title: Green Eyes, Happy Sighs
Author: Ellatrix Lestrange
Beta(s): none
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: K+
Genre: romance
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: When Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter decide to call a truce after the war, will their newly found friendship develop into something more? And will Draco shake off the Death Eater reputation the whole of Hogwarts is holding against him? A Draco/Harry slash romance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the wizarding world; I am merely a fan writing fan fiction, and giving Harry Potter the ending I wish it had. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros etc.

I hope you enjoy, and please review!


"They just won't leave me alone! It's brilliant!" Ron laughed in disbelief.
"It's rather annoying, actually," Hermione re-arranged her uniform that had gone askew from her being knocked to the ground by a large group of Hufflepuff girls in their year. "That's the second time your little fan club have sent me flying."
"Oh, right, sorry. It's not my fault, though. Be glad you're not going out with Harry, he's the one getting all the fans."
Harry laughed. "Maybe I shouldn't have broken up with Ginny, I think your sister in protective mode could make even Voldemort back off."
"Except unlike all these girls, Voldemort wanted to kill you, not kiss you," said Ron.
"The only thing that bothers me about them is the fact that they were all for calling you an attention-seeking liar in fifth year, yet now you're famous, they're all over you."
"Well cheers, Hermione, nice to know my fame's the only reason they like me," Harry snorted.
"You know what I mean. They're all turning into thousands of Lavender Brown duplicates- or worse, Romilda Vane ones."
"Oh great, I'm going to have to be careful I don't end up eating something spiked with love potion."
Ron stopped dead, a horrified expression dawning on his face.
"Ron? You okay?"
"I ate a jar of Honeydukes sweets earlier!" Ron said with wide eyes, "what if someone spiked them?"
"I think I'd know if you were under a love potion right now, Ron, last time you were, I distinctly remember you hanging me from the ceiling when I insulted her."
"Oh," said Ron, the tips of his ears turning red.
"Come on, let's just hurry up and get to Potions, we're going to be at least a minute late if we don't hurry up."
"Alright…"

Five minutes later the trio entered the dingy Potions room. As they entered, about fifteen female heads snapped up, coming to look in excitement immediately at a taken-aback Harry.
"Harry, m'boy!" Slughorn beamed, opening his arms out wide. "You're late! Not to worry, not to worry, just pair up with whomever you like and we'll get started."
Almost before Slughorn had spoken, the majority of girls in the class immediately waved their hands in the air in excitement. Harry opened his mouth in surprise.
"Oh, err… Professor, do you mind if I go in a three with Ron and Hermione?"
Slughorn paused and looked around before replying.
"Partners only, I'm afraid, Harry, but it's alright, you're in luck, Mr Malfoy is also devoid of a partner, you can work with him."
Harry stiffened and groaned inwardly; he had no idea where he was with Malfoy; he supposed they may no longer be arch-enemies after saving each other's lives during the war, but they weren't exactly friends. By the looks of the blonde Slytherin after hearing his name, he was thinking the same. Harry looked around the classroom again, pouty, disappointed faces looking up at him. He decided Malfoy was a better bet.
"A- Alright, Professor," he said awkwardly, walking over to the back of the classroom. Malfoy, frowning a little, just faced the other way as he sat down.
The lesson was pretty much the same as lessons in their sixth year; although it was much harder. Malfoy didn't talk to him at all, bar asking him to go and get potion ingredients from the supply room, with which Harry did with no argument, Harry wasn't all that good at potions, and Malfoy looked like he was handling the potion great on his own.

He really seems to enjoy potions.

Harry had always assumed it had just been Snape wanting to show him up, but apparently, Malfoy had talent anyway. The Slytherin was hunched over, a long quill in his hand, squinting at their near-golden potion in concentration. A few blonde strands had come loose from his neat, slicked back hair, but he didn't appear to have noticed them as he scribbled down notes on his parchment. Suddenly, he froze.
"Potter, do you mind not gazing at me while I try to complete our potion? I know I'm absolutely stunningly beautiful, but please, as flattering as it is, I am straight."
Harry blinked, unaware that he had been.
"Oh, err… I don't really have much to do at the moment, you're definitely a lot better at this lesson than I am."
"Clearly," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "It's not as if Snape lurking around you smirking could have been very encouraging."
Well this was a new side of Draco Malfoy.
"Or a gang of Slytherins cackling at my every mistake," Harry replied, slightly amused.
"You were rather awful though, Potter."
"I wasn't that bad!"
"Not in sixth year, no. And you were never as bad as Longbottom and Weasley," he smirked.
Harry looked over at Ron, who had just jumped back from his cauldron in fright, almost knocking over a startled Hermione who was carrying a few pots of ingredients to their table. A loud hissing noise was coming from Ron and Hermione's cauldron, Ron yelped and backed away, grabbing Hermione's wrist and dragging her with him. The class turned around to see what the disturbance was just in time to see a large, shimmering bronze gloop rising slowly from the cauldron.
"GET DOWN!" Hermione shrieked.
As one, the class dropped what they were doing and dived under their desks, all besides Harry, who appeared frozen to the spot.
"Potter, get down!" Malfoy grabbed his hand and yanked Harry to his knees just in time. There was a loud sound like a bubble popping, then a large splash sound. The class remained crouching for a few seconds, then, when the hissing had stopped, Harry peered cautiously over the top of the desk. The classroom was splattered from the ceiling to the floor in the Bravery potion they'd been making, or Fortitundinis, its real name. He breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up, the class cautiously following his lead. The potion itself wasn't particularly dangerous, (unless taken in masses, of course) however it was at boiling temperature, which would be harmful no matter what the liquid. At that moment, Slughorn came running out of his office, wand held high.
"Did anyone get hurt?" Slughorn asked frantically, looking around at them all with a panicked expression.
"No," breathed the class.
"Good, good. Scourgify. Now, on with your work, please, there are only five minutes left until you have to hand it in, and I expect those potions to be golden by the time you've finished. Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, it's okay, just clear up your equipment."
The dripping bronze liquid disappeared from the walls and the class resumed brewing. Harry turned away from the sight of a seething Hermione hissing at a cowering Ron to look at Malfoy.
"Cheers, Malfoy, I don't think I would've enjoyed being coated in sizzling potion," he said as he sat down.
"You're welcome, it might have been just a little painful," Malfoy dismissed, brushing down his robes and doing the same.
"Yes," Harry laughed. "Err… Malfoy? I was just wondering… should we perhaps- call a truce?"
After the war Harry had decided he was going to set aside his differences with his rivals, because sometimes, they weren't all they seemed. He'd learnt that from Snape.
"Well, err…" Malfoy scratched his neck and looked at the ground. "Yes, maybe we should. I mean, we did save each other's' lives. Um… truce?"
Harry looked at the blonde's outstretched hand for a second, then reached out and shook it with a slightly unsure grin.
"Truce."
"And I-" Malfoy paused and twiddled his fingers, seemingly contemplating whether or not to say something. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Potter. For everything. I didn't want to be a death eater."
Harry was taken aback to say the least.
"You're sorry? I could tell you hated being evil, but I thought you wanted all that pureblood stuff. But, uh, thanks. If you really mean it, then I forgive you. The war made people do terrible things," he said, an image of Xenophilius Lovegood's hysterical face swimming before his eyes. People would do anything for family. Harry looked up just in time to see the boy wince and clench his fists.
"Potter, just because I thought I was better than muggleborns, doesn't mean I'd murder them," he said, his voice shaking, cold grey eyes fixing him with an icy glare.
"'Thought'? Don't you anymore?" Harry asked, curiosity making him ignore the look he was getting.
"My beliefs were rapidly deflating as the war went on. There was no difference in skill because of blood. I would've openly changed sides if it wasn't for the fact that my family refused to move," said the blonde bitterly.
"Err, right," said Harry. Malfoy was looking at Harry with an alarmingly strong gaze. "So, uh, I take it that's why you didn't say it was me? Back in the Manor, I mean."
"Potter, could you even imagine how terrible a world run by Death Eaters would be?"
"Of course I could, It was kind of what we were fighting against."
"But then why did you come back for me in the Room of Requirement? It would've been another Death Eater down for you. A worthless, stupid opponent."
Harry was slightly shocked to hear the prince of Slytherin talk about himself like that.
"I couldn't let you die in a fire just because I had a grudge against you! Who in their right mind could do anything like that and live with themselves? And you're not stupid, you know."
"How would you know?" Malfoy grunted, turning away in his seat to begin tidying the desk.
"Well, just look right in front of you! I think we're the only pair who's managed to get this damn potion right in the whole class, and it was you who did most of the work!"
The boy looked up in slight surprise, his eyes surveying the contents of everyone's potions. The shades of the liquid varied in different cauldrons. Most peoples were a dull light brown colour, all having ingredients dropped into them or being stirred hastily as the students struggled to complete before the deadline. The remaining potions were all murky yellow in colour; Neville Longbottom's a vibrant green. Harry and Malfoy's potion however, was a light, shimmering gold.
"Too bad my intelligence didn't apply itself to finding a way to escape the Dark Lord," muttered the blonde.
"It's over now, you can't do anything about it," Harry murmured, scooping up a handful of purple dragon scales and dropping them back into their jar.
"I suppose not," said the other boy, stacking up some jars and wiping the surface of the desk with his free hand. "Hey, can you take the other stuff back to the supply room with me? My arms are full."
"Sure," replied the Gryffindor. He carefully laid his arms with the remaining bottles and jars from the desk and followed the Slytherin. They reached the door to the supply room and Malfoy gently pushed the door open with his foot. The pair entered the dark, dusty, high-ceilinged room.
"Merlin, I hate this place."
"Why?"
"Do you not find these things creepy?" Harry asked incredulously, jerking his head in the direction of a jar containing eyeballs next to him.
"Not particularly," he answered distractedly, his grey eyes scanning the tall shelves for a small label reading 'Fangs'. "Honestly, it's impossible to find anything in this bloody place."
"Snape probably laid it out like this on purpose, just to annoy us before he left," muttered Harry in annoyance.
"Collocarus,"
Harry turned around to see a long, charcoal coloured wand quivering in mid-air. It hovered above Malfoy's hand and then spun quickly to point at a section on the shelves on the opposite end of the room. The blonde smoothly plucked his wand back from the air and strolled over to the direction the wand had previously been pointing to.
"How do you do that spell? I didn't see," Harry asked curiously, pulling out his own wand from his pocket. Malfoy placed the jar of snake fangs on the empty space in the shelf and smirked.
"It's a pretty cool wand movement to be honest. You just put it between two fingers, spin it and say 'Collocarus'. It'll point you to where something belongs."
Harry uncertainly put his own wand between his fingers and flicked them.
"Collocarus," he spoke. The wand instantly rose from his clutch, hovering for a second to find out where the ginger roots should go in the room, before swivelling sharply to point at a spot right next to Malfoy's head, making the blonde jump almost a foot in the air in surprise. Harry sniggered and walked past him to put away the ingredients.
"Oh, shut up," grumbled Malfoy, although there was a small smile playing at his lips.
The two continued to return ingredients to their correct places until eventually their arms were finally empty of any animal body parts, plants or jars of slime. They left the narrow room and sat down at their desk. Harry began to pack away his Potions book whilst Malfoy poured an extract of the Fortitundinis into a small vial labelled with both the Gryffindor and Slytherin's names. He peered inside the glass container.
"I did do quite a good job, didn't I?" Malfoy smiled and Harry almost dropped his quill and books to the floor in surprise. The blonde had a really beautiful smile. His silver-grey eyes twinkled as he quirked an eyebrow at Harry's flabbergasted expression. The Slytherin's lips twitched in amusement. Harry shook himself hastily.
"Um… Yeah, like I said, you're pretty good at this subject," mumbled Harry, lowering his head to pretend to be rummaging in his bag so Malfoy wouldn't see an unwelcome blush creep over his cheeks.
"I'm pretty good at most things," Malfoy commented smugly. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Especially managing to brag about almost anything that ever happens to you," he snorted.
Malfoy's smile stayed across his face as he lowered his head a little and looked at the desk. A few blonde strands of hair fell loose from his slicked-back hair and came to rest on his pale cheekbones. Harry looked down at his hands too, feeling a small smile form on his own face. He was just about to say something before Professor Slughorn clapped his hands together and looked around eagerly for their potion.
"Harry! That's a marvellous looking potion you made there! My, it's exactly the right colour!" Slughorn beamed and admired the golden liquid. He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Harry. "No doubt you did all of the work."
"Err, no, well I didn't do all-"
"So modest, so modest," chuckled the walrus-like man in front of him.
"Excuse me?" Malfoy drawled. "Potter and I worked on this together, therefore it isn't just his work, Professor. I really do think you're being unfair."
Slughorn turned around to face the Slytherin, his mouth slightly open as he surveyed the blonde's relaxed slouch on the chair.
"Yes. Yes, of course," he said sceptically and bustled off.
"Apology accepted," said Malfoy under his breath.
"Don't take it personally, Malfoy, he's obsessed with me and anyone else he thinks he can get benefits from."
"Ah."
The last few minutes of the lesson were spent bitching about certain professors and their quality of teaching. Once the bell had rung, he shouldered his bag, smiled his goodbye at the blonde and set off to join Ron and Hermione to their next lesson.

~*DM/HP*~