AN: I do not own the Harry Potter or any of the characters. Everything goes to J.K. Rowling.
"Please eat something, Harry." pleaded Hermione. "I can't eat without Draco's approval!" Harry sobbed, pushing the plate away. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen; he winced in pain as he blinked, his eyes were dry and stung horribly. "Ron, please talk some sense into him." Ron looked up from his plate, stared at Hermione, glanced at Harry and looked back down. "I'm busy." he mumbled.
"What, busy stuffing your face?"
"Indeed I am."
"You are completely useless."
"Well I don't see you helping out much either."
"Stop fighting!" shouted Harry, managing to gather a few tears to shed. He bit his lip and stuffed his face into his folded arms on the table. He had a terrible headache. On the other side of the Great Hall was Draco, poking at his food and staring into space. I promised I wouldn't hurt him but I did... Now I'm slowly killing him... His fork slowly dropped from his hand and he turned around, staring at the small Gryffindor.
Draco slowly rose from his seat and walked over to the Gryffindor section, taking Harry in his arms and walking back to his seat without looking back. "Draco?" Harry asked as he sat next to the Slytherin. "Eat." was all he replied, handing Harry a few raspberries. He stared at them for a long moment, his hands slightly shaking. He wanted to eat them but he didn't want to be sick again, thus starting to cry.
Draco shook his head and stuffed a raspberry into Harry's mouth, placing a hand over his lips, forcing him to swallow. Harry sniffled holding Draco's arm tightly, pressing his cheek against the blond's shoulder. He fed the Gryffindor most of the time glancing up at his table to see everyone staring at him thinking he'd gone mad. He simply replied with a glower, a look that clearly promised consequences.
The group of Slytherin's stared at their food not wanting to feel Draco's wrath. "Biscuit?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and took the salty, buttery bread, cautiously eating it. "Thank you, Draco." he whispered, hugging the blond around his neck. "What for?" Draco asked. Harry smiled. "You came back for me, you worried about me. That means a lot. It's nice to have someone around to help me." he said, biting into an apple, "Nice to see someone actually care about me and not scold me for once."
"A lot of people care about you, Potter." Draco honestly said. Harry made a face, seeing the blond roll his eyes. "I mean Harry..." he mumbled. The Gryffindor smiled, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I knew you were my friend!" he squealed. Draco's eyes widened and he touched his cheek with a pale, slender hand. "Oh..." he murmured, his silver eyes brightening for the first time.
At that moment, right when Harry's lips grazed against Draco's cheek, he had a sudden urge to keep the small boy. He wanted the Gryffindor to be his. Maybe Pansy was right... He thought for a long moment. It didn't seem right to him though. Gryffindor's and Slytherin's weren't supposed to be with each other... Were they?
"Draco?" "Huh? What? Where'd it go?" Draco mumbled, staring up at Pansy. "Breakfast is over." she said, tapping her wrist, "You two have to get to class." The blond nodded and helped Harry get to his feet. "Time for Potions again." he mumbled, leading Harry into the classroom. "Potions?" asked Harry, "What do you do?"
"You make potions. Simple." replied Draco.
"D-Does that mean you're a magical person?"
"A wizard in other words, Harry."
"Really!?"
"Yes, really..."
"Wicked!" Harry breathed, staring at Draco in awe. He clung to the boys arm and asked, "Can you teach me?" Draco sighed, looking down at the young Gryffindor. "First we have to get through classes, then you have to change out of those clothes, and then I can teach you." Harry blinked and looked down at his clothes. "What's wrong with these?"
"I want you in snakes clothing, not lions." answered Draco, not saying another word. Harry only shrugged, becoming restless as the hours passed. "Now. You have one more class." Draco said, leading the Gryffindor into the Slytherin Common Room. Harry's clothing suddenly turned into a warm Slytherin uniform as he heard Draco whisper a few words under his breath. He squealed in delight, caressing his uniform gently. "Take out your wand." Draco ordered.
Harry bit his lip, searching himself until he found his wand. "This?" he asked and saw Draco nod. "The most important rule is you must never stutter when casting." he said, "Otherwise is will be weak, the spell won't work or worse. It can backfire." Draco taught him minor spells and repeatedly babbled on about how they are supposed to be cast. Harry smiled brightly, making very few mistakes, keeping a close eye on Draco.
"It's past midnight, Harry." he said with a small sigh. "I have to go back to my room now?" Harry complained, a small pout on his face. "I'm afraid so." Draco led the small boy to the door, the light in his silver eyes dimming slightly. "I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow morning, okay?" he said, leaning against the wall. Harry sadly nodded, hugging Draco around his middle. "I'll miss you." he whispered, his grip tightening. Draco smiled mentally. It was nice for the Slytherin to have someone like Harry. To have someone like him to say those words to such a cold-hearted person.
"Night, Draco." Harry murmured, slowly stepping back. Pansy rolled her eyes from the shadows and snuck over to the unsuspecting blond, pushing him right into Harry with a smile. Draco's eyes widened. His pale, cold lips were pressed against Harry's soft, warm ones. He wanted to pull away and maul the person behind him, but instead wrapped his arms around Harry's body, pulling him closer. He stepped forward, closing the small gap between them. Harry made a small fist into Draco's blond hair, his other hand on the Slytherin's shoulder.
Draco smirked, his body aflame with desire. He slowly devoured Harry's lips, his strength overpowering the small boy. Harry's grip suddenly grew tight and he turned his head to gasp for air but Draco wouldn't let him go. A small wave of pleasure moved through his body and he shivered, feeling Draco's lips press harder against his own.
"You two are unbelievable." Pansy muttered, pushing the two apart, "Scram before someone spies you both." Draco growled, pulling Harry close to his body. "Do you want me to walk you up?" he asked. Harry slowly shook his head, a rosy blush on his cheeks. "I can go myself." he said, his voice so soft it was only a mere whisper.
Draco made a disappointed nod, stealing one more kiss from Harry and watching him stumble away with a deep haze in his eyes and a sheepish smile on his face. "I don't think I've ever felt lips so soft." he said, slowly regaining his breath, "Thank you, Pansy." The girl rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "You were acting like such a fool! I had to make you kiss him! How pathetic is that?" she mumbled. "You will receive your punishment later." Draco growled.
Pansy blinked and her eyes widened. "Punishment? What for!?" "For acting cocky." Draco said with a smirk, walking away wordlessly with a small amusement in his eyes. He walked up to his bedroom and changed into his pajamas, lying down on his bed with a grin.
----------------------------------------------
"What happened to you?" Neville asked as Harry entered the room enthusiastically. "I was kissed!" the small boy chirped, happily jumping around. "Oh, really? By whom?" Neville asked with pure curiosity in his eyes. Harry brightly smiled. "Draco!" he squealed. Neville gaped at the word, staring at Harry. "Malfoy kissed you?" he asked. He certainly couldn't believe it. Harry nodded energetically and pointed to his mouth. "Right on the lips!" he chirped.
Neville blinked several times and then slowly started to sink in the words. "Are you happy?" he asked. "Absolutely brilliant!" Harry said, jumping up and down. Neville made a small smile and patted the Gryffindor's shoulder. "I'm happy that you're happy. I think you'd look great together." He slowly stood from his seat and walked into his bedroom, fear on his face.
He knew if he did something wrong to Harry, he would surely report it to Draco. He had to be careful of his actions before he faced a terrible consequence. He didn't want that to happen. He abruptly warned the others.