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Lyrics: Counting Crows – Accidently in love

High school Musical – Start of something new

Falling in love:

The day of the great battle, Draco was scared to death. A few months before he had realized that even if he had to die, he could never betray Potter. Because of this, he went to Dumbledore and begged him for help. He confessed to having had to take the Dark Mark, and confessed to all the activities he had been a part off. He wanted to help Potter; he could never fight against his best friend, no matter what. He just wished that he could make his parents see reason.

"Mr Malfoy, are you willing to pledge yourself to me and the Order of the Phoenix?" Dumbledore asked without the usual twinkle in his eyes. He was very pleased this Slytherin boy saw reason and wanted to join them, but he could not help be worried that this was all part of Voldemort's plan to get spies into his organization. He tried to read the young teens mind, but he was a highly skilled occlumence for his age. Dumbledore was in awe of him for it, but this disconcerted him, he could not stand to make the wrong decision and cost the organization their lives, as well as Harry's and the rest of the wizarding world. The decision was just too important to take lightly.

Draco considered this, he wanted to be part of Potter's side, and he wanted to help him. He gave this a moment of two's thought before replying: "Yes, Professor." Nodding, just in case the headmaster thought that he had any doubts. "Professor, I do have small favours to ask." Draco said sounding much braver than he felt. He had come to ask for help, he was in any position to make any deals or negotiate. Dumbledore was in shock at the Slytherin's nerve. He was trying to make deals, after coming to him for help. But Dumbledore saw that Malfoy could be off great asset to them, so he thought he would consider what the teen had to say. Dumbledore reasoned that he could always say no, if the 'favours' are too ridiculous, so he nodded for Draco to continue.

"Firstly, I need to have my parents relocated out of the country, so that Voldemort can't find them and torture them if he may learn of my disloyalty. Secondly, I… I don't want Potter to know that I joined his side." The headmaster was again surprised, but the terms did seem reasonable to him. Malfoy was a Slytherin, and keeping that in mind Dumbledore had no problem assuring him that he would do as was asked.

"May I ask why Mr Potter is not allowed to know of this change of heart? " He asked in return, curious as to the workings of this young mind.

"I don't want him to feel responsible for me, if I die, I don't want him to regret not having saved me." Draco said, seeing the eyes of his headmaster reach the size of golf balls. Not that Draco knew what a golf ball is, but this is used for the sake of comparison. "But you and Potter have been fighting like cat and dog for years, why the sudden change? Not that I am not thankful for the help, Mr Malfoy, but I'm not sure why you would chose against your parents for friend."

Without cause the words left Draco's mouth, making him feel lightheaded at the sudden confession: "Harry is not just a friend, professor. He is the chosen one, the saviour of the wizarding world and the only person on this planet to ever care about me, for me, and not just for status or power. He is my best friend, professor. My only friend and I couldn't stand to see him die at the hands of a blood-purist psychopath."

Living in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance

I never believed in

What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart (ooh)

To all the possibilities (ooh)

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way

After Harry's near death experience at the hands of said psychopath, he managed to kill Voldemort by the connection in their wands, using the elder wand to cast the killing curse on him. As soon as Voldemort fell, all the Death Eaters could feel it, and stopped for a moment. This caused the world to stand still for a few minutes, and Harry saw all the fighting around him, Death Eaters and Order members alike were falling to the ground, some bleeding, others dead. He also saw the streaks of light from the wands as everyone shouted spells and curses at the other side. The world started again suddenly as he saw a mass of blond hair crumple to the floor.

Harry was at Draco's side in less time it was to say "Draco!" Then he was leaning over the other man. Harry's breathing was shallow and ragged, but he could see no blood and could feel the other man's heart was still beating, all though the heartbeat was faint, he could still feel it. Harry has never been so relieved in his life, and without another backward glance at the chaos going on around him, he apparated Draco to St Mungo's. Harry was lucky that Professor Dumbledore had noticed his sudden disappearance and he and the other professors, and the Order members, managed to get all the Death Eaters tied up, or chased of the Hogwarts grounds.

"I need a healer in here!" Harry yelled, and was surprised when someone actually came over to help him. He was half-carrying, half-dragging Draco, who by some miracle was unconscious, but still alive. He was in St Mungo's entrance, and he was surprised that nobody asked him to fill in anything, or asked him any questions. All the healers were already aware that the great battle had been going on at Hogwarts, and because Harry was here, they had the feeling that it must be the end of the Dark Lord, otherwise there was no way Harry would be here, helping his friend when there were other lives at stake. They just rushed Draco into the emergency room and did some diagnostics, and managed to keep things from going too far. Draco was stable. They said that he would probably wake up in a day or so, he was not critically harmed and he seemed to have merely fainted in exhaustion.

After Harry heard this, he almost laughed. He let out a small chuckle, and then felt a crushing pain in his ribs, suddenly the healers noticed in what condition he was. Harry had dirt and blood streaked across his face, his ribs were broken, and his left arm had a deep gash from his elbow to his wrist. They caught Harry just before he crumbled to the floor in pain.

As soon as Harry was fixed up, and forced to drink a bottle of skello- grow, the healers let him in to Draco's room. As soon as he heard that Draco was awake, he needed to see him, he wanted to talk to him and ask him what he was thinking, when he was going up against his own aunt Bellatrix and that was how he had gotten hit. He was so lucky that the curse or spell that hit him was not lethal, that woman was as crazy as a coot. Harry would not have been surprised if the woman had hit her nephew with Avado Kadavra.

He walked in, and saw Draco sitting up against the wall, on top of his blankets. He looked pale and tired but still he was breathing. Harry ran over to the other man and hugged him tightly. "Oh thank heaven you are all right. I was worried sick about you. What were you doing? Are you crazy? Trying to take on Bellatrix?" Harry lectured him, still not letting the other man go, giving him no chance to breathe. "Harry, I can't breathe." Draco said, smiling at the dark haired man holding him. Harry relaxed his grip, but did not let go completely.

"I'm sorry. I saw her try to curse you, and I just couldn't help it. I was so worried about you Harry." Draco explained once he caught his breath. Harry couldn't help but smile at his Slytherin friends confession, out of all the these friends he would never have expected Draco to be the one doing something stupid in the face of danger.

So she said: what's the problem baby

What's the problem I don't know?

Well maybe I'm in love (love)

Think about it every time

I think about it

Can't stop thinking 'bout it

Harry wanted so badly to tell Draco he loved him, to tell him that he had been in love with him since he first laid eyes on him, mistaking him for a pretty girl in the robe shop. He wanted to say to Draco that nothing could ever part them again, that he couldn't stand to be apart from him one more minute. That Harry believed they were soul mates, and should move in together after graduation, and get married, adopt kids and live happily ever after. But he couldn't, he knew that Draco would laugh him off, call him soppy, and girly. Because he could not stand to be rejected, even after all he faced, killing Voldemort and saving the wizarding world. He could not risk losing Draco again.

"I'm so glad you are okay." Harry muttered finally. Draco was shocked; this was not what he had been hoping for. He wanted to be more than just friends with Harry, but he could never tell him the truth. "Thanks. I'm glad you are too." Draco said, smiling sweetly at the black haired man. "Does this mean we can be friends again?" Harry said with such hopefulness that it almost tore Draco apart. He did not want to be friends, he wanted so much more, instead of admitting this however, he just said: "Yes, Harry. I would love that."

So I said I'm a snowball running

Running down into the spring that's coming all this love

Melting under blue skies

Belting out sunlight

Shimmering love

Well baby I surrender

To the strawberry ice cream

Never ever end of all this love

Well I didn't mean to do it

But there's no escaping your love