As Harry left the Muggle Studies class room, he slung Malfoy's bag onto his back and carried his own his hand. He walked around, practically on tip-toe as he searched for the blonde. Ron trailed behind him for a bit and then waved a hand, saying he was off to lunch. Harry didn't look at Ron as he walked off; he merely waved a hand behind him in the general direction of his best friend. He found himself engrossed in the task of spotting a certain head of hair that belonged to a certain Slytherin. He finally figured that Malfoy may still be in the Hospital Wing. He headed off in that direction, with a slight spring to his step.

Draco headed toward the Great Hall with a scowl on his face. Luckily the headache potion had worked or else he'd really be pissed off. What does Potter think he's playing at combing my hair like that? Draco felt a shiver go down his spine at the memory. He furthered his scowl shoved his hands in his pockets. He bowed his head low so as to avoid anyone's gazes and shuffled toward the food in the Great Hall. He felt a small bit of emptiness in his stomach and he planned to fill it.

Had he been paying attention or at least had his blonde head stuck in the air, he would have avoided the collision. However, as the case was, he was staring that the floor not watching and had ducked low enough that he had hidden his hair, which was the thing the person he collided with was searching for.

Suddenly, he was sprawled out on the floor with a mass of limbs on top of him. The person, who knocked him over, had apparently been so surprised that they lost their own footing and fell with him. He grumbled and pushed at the chest that threatened to crush him. The chest moved of its own accord and flopped back. Draco straightened himself to a half sitting position to see two emerald pools staring at him.

"Of course, Potter," Draco growled at the boy, "It's always you, isn't it?"

Potter frowned at the boy and pushed himself off the ground. He reached out a hand, which Draco hesitantly took and pulled Draco up with a swift motion that left Draco dizzy for a moment. Draco brushed himself off, getting every last spec of dirt off of him. He abruptly froze as he felt fingers on his head.

Harry wasn't sure what made him do it, but he reached out and brushed Malfoy's hair back into place. It was a mere second that he had as he tucked the stray lock back into its place. He saw Malfoy stiffen and he retreated quickly. He removed the bag from his back and held it towards Malfoy.

"I got your bag for you," Harry muttered lamely.

"Thank you," Malfoy replied, taking the bag from Harry.

"It must be getting easier for you to say that," Harry grinned at the Slytherin.

"Yes, it is," Malfoy stated, "I rather find it annoying."

"Of course you do," Harry replied.

"What does that mean?" Malfoy demanded in an angry tone.

"Nothing, nothing," Harry held up his hands in surrender, "Just that I don't take you for one that likes to say thank you is all."

"Well, you've heard it enough, haven't you?" Malfoy sneered at him.

"Yes," Harry replied honestly, "And since we're on the subject of thanking. I should thank you for the time at the manor."

Harry paused, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"You helped save my life," Harry stated, "So thank you. You could've easily thrown me to the wolves, but you didn't. For that, I owe you my life."

"Oh please," Malfoy scoffed, "Let's call it even for you saving my life, shall we?"

Harry's eyes quickly found Malfoy's and he laughed.

"I hope we can be friends now," Harry said in a quiet, hesitant voice.

He reached out his hand, as Malfoy had done for him so many years ago. Malfoy smirked at the hand, obviously remembering the same time. Then he walked away. He left Harry standing with his hand outstretched and walked to the Great Hall. Harry was stunned for a moment, unsure of what to say or do.

"See you around, Potter," Malfoy called over his shoulder.

Harry dropped his hand and grinned. Maybe he didn't take it, but he did say see you around. That's good, right? Harry thought as he turned around to join his friends at lunch. He was pretty sure no one could erase the crooked grin on his face.

Draco's heart had pounded like a drum against his chest when Potter had offered his hand. He longed to grab that hand and shake it, just so he could finally put the rivalry to rest. But he knew that Potter had purposely offered his hand in the same way that Draco had offered his in first year. There was no way he was going to take a hand when his had been refused. Instead, he simply smirked and walked away.

"See you around, Potter," he'd called back to the raven-haired savior of the world.

As he sat down at Slytherin table he had to feel rather satisfied with himself. He couldn't imagine that going much better than it had. Maybe if I hadn't fallen down, he mused. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he picked up a particularly red apple to munch on. He couldn't help but look over and notice that Potter had a particularly broad grin on his face as he sat next to his friends. I made that grin, he thought with a satisfied smirk that quickly turned into a scowl. Wait, why do I care if he smiles because of me? That boy is infuriating! I don't care if he smiles or not! Draco put down the apple, suddenly not very hungry and stormed out of the Great Hall.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid,"he muttered.

He wasn't quite sure if he was talking about himself or Potter.

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