A/N: The ending of the story is pretty tongue-in-cheek. Thanks for reading :)

Potter's eyes widened and he flinched slightly, before seeming to catch himself. This made Draco happy and it emboldened him, although he was still surprised that Potter had reacted with that much fear. Potter blushed."Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so hands-on. You probably could've done that yourself. I won't tell anybody about this, I swear. I'm sorry." He spoke very quickly.

"Damn, all right. I believe you," Draco laughed. "Besides, I've got dirt on you now too."

Potter smiled. "That's true. Mutually assured destruction. I'm down for that."

"Right," Draco said, not really knowing what Potter was talking about. "Anyway, thanks. We should start walking again."

"You're right." They stood and resumed walking. "If the cloth keeps falling, just take it off. It's no big deal."

"Nah, it's staying in place. So what did Weasley say anyway?"

"Oh," Potter said, looking momentarily dejected again. "Well, I'm still not sure I should tell you. You're like the snake in the Garden of Eden."

Draco smirked. "I don't even know what that means. You come up with a lot of weird metaphors, Potter."

Potter laughed. "Yeah, I guess I do. Well, okay. Ron didn't know I could hear him, but he said he... he said he never liked me. He said he didn't even care if I died in the tournament."

"Wow. What a dick."

Potter chuckled slightly at the bluntness of Draco's words. "Thanks."

"At least you care about your friends and can have conversations with them and stuff. My friends are a couple of brain-dead tubs of lard," Draco admitted. "The only thing Crabbe and Goyle understand is food."

Potter chuckled. "Well, I guess that's true. That's gotta be rough, but at least you've got Parkinson. You think you'll keep dating her after what happened in Hogsmeade?"

"Man, fuck that bitch. She besmirched my father's name!" Draco declared, knowing it would make Potter laugh. It did. "Seriously though, I'll probably keep seeing her. At least Pansy's smart, but... she's a bitch. I know I'm one to talk. But that's why I kind of like talking to you, Potter. You're on my level, but you're... you're different." Draco blushed. Why on Earth did he just say all of that?

Potter smiled. "Wow, thanks, Malfoy. I like you too, er, talking to you. I think I kind of judged you prematurely."

"Well to be fair, I was kind of a little arsehole the first time we met," Draco conceded.

Potter snickered. "Yeah, you were. But you're different too, Malfoy. You're so... I dunno..."

"Handsome, witty, brilliant?" Draco jokingly suggested.

Harry playfully shoved him. "Whatever. You're a git, but yeah, you are pretty handsome, witty, and brilliant. I guess."

Draco beamed. "Hey, I'll take that as a compliment."

They were approaching the edge of the forest. Through the trees, they could see the grounds. Though Draco was happy they had found a way out of the forest, he felt somewhat sad. He knew he could never be seen with Potter beyond this point.

Together, they exited the forest. Potter turned to him. "Hey, you, like, want some help getting to the hospital wing? You're still limping."

Draco considered it, then shrugged. What the hell? "Actually... could you? My leg does hurt pretty bad." He was exaggerating somewhat now.

Potter smiled. He looked relieved. "Sure."

This had been the weirdest day of Draco's life, but one thing was for sure: things would never be totally the same between him and Harry ever again.

And a week later, in the Great Hall, Draco and Harry sat at their respective tables, smiling secretively to themselves. They passed notes to each other, giggling slightly. Ron folded his arms over his chest, pouting. He felt incredibly jealous. He turned to Hermione and said, "He's fraternizing with the enemy, is what he's doing."

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued reading her book.