A/N: I do not own any of the characters used in this story unless i decide to create my own somewhere along the way. I also do not own Hogwarts, however i did attend there and i am a proud Hufflepuff. This is my first story that i've published, though it is not the first i have written. Reviews are appreciated, as is criticism. Thank you so much for reading, it really means a lot to me. I will stop babbling now so you can read on about all the young, angsty, teenage love between the two most attractive wizards to ever attend Hogwarts.
Eyes on the long red haired beauty across the room next to Dean Thomas, Harry let out a sigh. He winced as Madame Pomfrey closed up some wounds he had sustained while roughing Draco up, causing him to forget of Ginny for a second. Only a second.
She'd left him for Dean. Dean, the guy who had always caused her trouble in sixth year. The guy who had caused her to be late to a Slug-club party because they fought and she was crying.
How could she do this to him? He had spent all of this time, mainly fighting for her. He'd wanted her to be happy. Ginny was obviously happy by Dean's side, though.
His head was turned and his eyes lay on Draco. Draco Malfoy. His new friend. Draco had suddenly confronted him and asked if they could put everything behind them. Then Draco had let Harry take his anger out on him. If he wanted to be, he was actually nice.
Watching as Draco got his nose fixed, Harry heard Madame Pomfrey's high voice. "Potter, you need to be more careful. Don't get into any other fights this week, or I may not heal it." She said it with a smile so Harry took it jokingly.
"I will be more careful from now on. Thank you." He smiled a bit and she moved on to other students who were still hurt.
"Potter, you look tired." Draco was beside Harry on the table, drawing his attention.
"Mm, I'm only a bit tired." Harry's eyes were still on Ginny's back. Dean's arm was over her shoulders and he hugged her. Harry felt anger growing in his stomach.
"Then you should sleep." Draco's voice broke his anger for a second, and he barely acknowledged it. "Stop obsessing over Weasley. If she's left, so be it."
"I can't get her off my mind."
"That's because you don't let her. Staring won't help, Potty."
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"Sleep, Potter."
Harry fell silent, eyes on the ground now. It was either Ginny, the ground, or Draco that he had to look at. "Have you seen Ron or Hermione anywhere around?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well, then I'm going to sleep."
"Where?"
Harry looked around. Where would he sleep? There were the common rooms- but the only one not destroyed was Slytherin. He could sleep right there, but that was definitely not a good idea.
The common room was his best choice.
"Your common room."
Draco stood at the door, watching Harry sleep. He'd been sleeping for nine hours. Almost every other student had been sent home; only the Weasleys, Hermione, Draco, and Harry were left (not counting the teachers).
He leaned against the frame and sighed, noticing that Harry looked pained as he slept. Harry looked vulnerable, too. Extremely vulnerable.
If he wanted, Draco could have called his Father there at that second and finished it all then and there.
However, something was keeping him from doing that. He didn't know what it was, whether it was the fact that Harry was actually not too horrible, the fact that he won against the Dark wizard who had tortured and loomed in his future for his whole life...
Hearing Harry groan, he flipped his eyes back up and caught sight of him rolling over. A single word was recognizable from his mumbling. That word was "Malfoy..."
Draco was astonished. Harry was saying his name in his sleep! What did that mean?
Suddenly, Harry shot up. "Something's going to happen." He seemed to have registered that Draco was there. "We have to get outside."
"Who is we?" Draco followed Harry as they ran to the corridor outside of the common room.
"You and I. Something's going to happen in there-"
There was a loud crash and Harry used his wand to lock the door. "Draco Malfoy!" A loud voice ran through the halls. Fenrir Greyback was on the other side of the door. "I know you're here!"
Draco shook with fury and disgust at his name being called by that filthy werewolf. "Potter," he whispered harshly. "Let's get to the Great Hall. We'll have a better chance of winning over him there."
"But-"
"Now." Draco ordered him and they both took of running to the middle of the building.
"Greyback's here! Everyone, please, be ready! He could burst in at any second!" Harry's voice extended over the Hall and everyone tensed and drew their wands out of their pockets.
Draco was the farthest back since he was the one Greyback wanted. Next was Harry, then Ron and Hermione, then Ginny, then George and Percy, then Bill and Fleur, then Mr. And Mrs. Weasley.
They were all on the sides of the room, along the tables, the teachers had taken the middle. McGonagall stood in front, wand pointed at the door and ready to cast any spell needed.
Draco, however, knew exactly why Greyback was there.
He was there to warn him of his Father. To warn him of his father and to kill him for joining the opposite side, of course.
The doors of the hall burst open and there was an ugly, snarling man at them. His ears were pointed and he yowled in pain as he was hit by spells all around.
There was a blinding flash of green from Draco's own wand and he stared in shock. Had he done that?
Fenrir Greyback fell to the floor with a thud. His animal-like eyes were open, staring at the starry fake sky above him. His body was twisted and collapsed, his jaw slack and mouth open.
"I didn't do that-"
"Malfoy." Almost every Weasley was on him at that second. "We have witnessed enough death for one day! Go back to your bed and maybe we'll consider you staying alive too!" Mrs. Weasley threatened him.
Draco stuffed his wand into his pocket and muttered a small sorry as he walked out of the hall. His eyes drifted to Fenrir Greyback's body, and he shook his head.
As he stood outside the front doors of Hogwarts, Draco thought aloud. "I didn't do anything," he murmured. "Nothing at all. Why are they thinking I did?" He started pacing and sighed. "The wand did it; it worked on its own."
The doors opened a bit and Draco didn't notice. Harry crept out and Draco still didn't notice.
"Stupid Potter, stupid Weasleys, stupid Granger!"
"Hey! What was that?" Draco whipped his head up to see Harry smirking at him.
"What? Nothing, I'm just... I'm angry." Draco started to shout. "I didn't do anything! I didn't even think about killing Greyback! He was here to-"
Harry walked over to him. "What was he here for?"
"Me. He was here to warn me of something, and to kill me."
"To warn you of what?"
"Something I cannot exactly tell you yet, Potter. Something that isn't even certain."
"Hmph, maybe I shouldn't be trusting you, then, Malfoy."
"Maybe you shouldn't be."
The dark evening light washed over them as they stood facing each other, both men smirking. They were almost nose to nose, and Draco then realized how beautiful Harry's eyes were.
They had little flecks of gold near the middle.
Harry stood staring at Draco and smirking, then swallowed quickly. He was getting nervous. Draco was staring into his eyes with a weird look, and it was scaring him a bit.
"Stop," he muttered softly.
Then Draco's lips brushed his lightly. Harry's eyes were wide and his breath caught in his throat, and when Draco pulled away, his heart was racing and he was breathing shallowly.
Draco pulled away with his eyes closed, and when they opened and he caught Harry's surprise, he smirked. He then winked and walked away as he trailed a hand along Harry's chest.
"What had just happened?" was the only thing going through Harry's mind.
