A/N: Helloo there, sorry this was late, had some exams to study for and procrastinating to do :) Hope you enjoy this chapter, I hope so so so much that I get the next one up this thursday *fingers crossed* :D

Lily Green

Numquam Amor Primo Visus

Draco groaned, rolling onto his back, screwing up his eyes at the fervent headache building and cringing at the sight of his morning wood. Sighing and debating whether or not to put up a silencing charm and rid of his problem in his comfy warm bed, risking being caught or take a cold shower and the quick way out.

Sitting up the headache increased in tenfold, muttering 'fuck' as he climbed out of bed feeling as if a whole set of Gilderoy Lockhart's stupid books were dropped on top of his head all at once. After casting a Tempus charm, realizing he was going to miss breakfast, Draco jumped in the shower, opting for a cold solution to his earlier problem. Quickly putting on his clothes and grabbing his potions books, running out of the common room and completely missing Pansy's shrill call for him. Ignoring the pain in his head, he made his way to the Great Hall, cursing himself for not fixing his hair. Combing his fingers thoroughly through his platinum hair until he was satisfied enough and entered the hall.

Pansy caught up to him and hooked her arm through his, much to Draco's distaste, leading them to their area of the Slytherin table. Taking the opposite seat from Pansy, Draco sighed and gulped down his pumpkin juice. Shaking off the too sweet taste and the feeling of being watched.

Pansy was staring widely with her ugly dirt brown eyes at him. He had come in looking like utter shit she thought to herself. His eyes were slightly swollen and puffy, patched with pale pink which stood out dramatically against his pale complexion. Draco Malfoy looked as if he had been crying over a girl or some sort of obscenity like that. That would be ridiculous since he was hers.

'What!' He snapped at her.

She flinched but composed herself quickly into the haughty snob she was bred to be, and confronted Draco and his appearance with a sugary voice.

'You look like shit Draky. Have you been crying? You know what would happen if the Slytherins thought you making a fool of the house over some whore in public,' she purred in her sickly sweet voice.

'Shut up Pansy. Nothing happened, there is no one and I. Haven't. Been. Crying.' He furiously whispered at her. Sighing he grabbed his books and stood to leave, 'I'm off to Potions so just drop it Pansy,' he warned her.

Looking over to the Gryffindor table, Draco saw the state Potter is in. He looks like shit, Draco murmured to himself, glaring at the laughing Gryffindork downing his pumpkin juice as he left the hall to head to Potions alone.

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Harry saw Draco leave; sighing to himself at how horrific he looked. Mentally berating himself for not doing something, even if it was only because of his hero complex.

'Hey guys I am away to potions, I want to make sure I hand in that assignment early.' He lied smoothly to Ron and Hermione.

Ron had dropped potions after being teamed up with Neville and setting a whole corridor on fire and poisoning Theodore Nott with one of Snape's more advanced potions. Nott recovered but dropped Potions along with Ron, probably due to the trauma.

Chuckling at the memory of a frazzled Neville, Harry turned back to Hermione, obviously missing what she had said.

'Sorry, what did you say 'Mione?' He sighed coaxing her before she went into lecture mode.

'I said!' She whined before thrusting a rolled up parchment into his hand, 'Hand this in for me because I am doing extracurricular work for McGonagall and I have been excused from classes today.' She finished cheerfully.

Ron stopped eating and exclaimed, 'Mione I can't believe you're getting to miss classes, that's so unfair!'

'Shut up Ron I am doing more work so unless you want to join me in essay writing or alphabetizing the restricted section again or whatever task McGonagall is giving I suggest you keep your mouth shut!'

Harry at that point decided to leave the bickering couple and head to his doom.

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Heading down the corridor, thinking through nothing in particular, Harry's mind wandered to the events of yesterday and

He had to admit to himself that hugging Malfoy had been a nice change to Ron's back pats and Hermione's bone crushing squeezes.

Drifting closer to the classroom he watched his feet, one in front of the other. Step, step, step, step, ooff! Blinking a couple of time he found himself on the ground looking up at a shocked and very handsome Draco Malfoy.

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'Potter?'

'Ugh.. yeah sorry about.. knocking.. eh that Dra- uh Malfoy,' Harry stuttered out still on the ground.

Draco stared wide eyed as Harry tried to form a coherent sentence in the presence of him. Laughing internally he held out his hand to help him up feeling a buzz of magic around his head.

Gulping Harry took the pale outstretched hand, looking into the smiling silver eyes, half expecting to be dropped mid-pull. He was surprised when a little shock was emitted between them as he got to his feet.

The headache Draco had had this morning had completely disappeared and he felt less like he had been hit by the Whomping Willow, apparently because of the short company of Potter. Who would've known?

Standing awkwardly, neither wishing to say anything so Draco put his hand on the small of Harry's back avoiding the stare of those bright green eyes and shoved him in the classroom before following, spotting Snape and two others already in the class.

Taking his usual seat, three rows from the front and in the aisle seat he watched as Potter shot him a half hearted glare which he answered with sticking his tongue out. What is wrong with me, sticking my tongue out at Potter? After nearly tripping up Harry righted himself before handing over the set essay along with whose he presumed was Grangers to a grumpy looking Snape.

Snape sneered and snatched the parchments from Potters hand, 'I hope this garbage is acceptable this time Mr. Potter.'

Grumbling, 'Yes sir.' And taking his seat as the rest of the class filed in Harry's mind being bombarded with the image of Draco Malfoy sticking his tongue out at him. Smiling as he began barely listening to the drone of Professor Snape's lecture on late coming.