Title: Green Eyes, Happy Sighs
Author: Ellatrix Lestrange
Beta(s): none
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: T
Genre: romance/angst
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: When Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter decide to call a truce after the war, will their newly found friendship develop into something more? And will Draco shake off the Death Eater reputation the whole of Hogwarts is holding against him? A Draco/Harry slash romance. Some swearing, but quite a sweet fic.:3
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the wizarding world; I am merely a fan writing fan fiction, and giving Harry Potter the ending I wish it had. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros etc.

I hope you enjoy, and please review!

What the hell happened to my life at Hogwarts?

It was almost midnight, Harry was sat in the armchair in the Gryffindor common room, gazing into the golden flames of the fire with a red face. On the scarlet sofa beside him sat his two best friends, currently sharing a kiss so long Harry wondered if they were both on Gillyweed.

Ever since I've been back, these two have been snogging and flirting and hugging in front of me non-stop.

He almost missed the days when they'd been constantly bickering and accusing each other's pets of murder. Needless to say, he felt very third-wheelish in their company. It wasn't that he didn't approve of their relationship, he thought they were perfect for each other, they just didn't seem to notice Harry at all, and it had grown worse and worse all week. It was quite awkward having to walk alongside the couple whilst they were holding hands and talking between themselves. Ron's schedule now consisted of two things, eating and Hermione, sometimes eating Hermione judging by the sounds coming out of their mouths. His bushy haired friend was the same, only having time for her boyfriend and studying. Trying not to look at the pair, he gingerly picked up the box of Chocolate Frogs that had been knocked off the sofa and popped one into his mouth. It melted warm and sweet on his tongue but still didn't help his discomfort. He looked around the empty common room for inspiration for something to do. There was nothing. He sighed, lifted himself out of the armchair and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Erm, guys?"
The pair reluctantly broke apart and looked up at him expectantly.
"Yeah Harry?"
"I'm going to go."
"Oh. Where?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not sure. Just around the castle I suppose."
"Okay, look out for Filch!"
"Yeah, I will. I'll bring my invisibility cloak."
"Bye mate, see you tomorrow."
"Bye," Harry said stiffly.
There was an awkward moment of hesitation before he walked past them to the dormitories to retrieve the cloak. By the time he came back down again his two best friends were already engrossed in another snog.

The corridors of Hogwarts were cold and shadowy at night. Harry didn't exactly have a destination as he trailed through the school under the cover of his fathers' cloak. He was slightly angry at Ron and Hermione, they didn't mean to exclude him, but Harry couldn't help the sore lonely feeling tugging at his heart. Hermione and Ron were the only people Harry could tell everything to. He slipped off his cloak and looked through a tall, arched window.
"Potter?"
Harry almost jumped out of his skin and out of the window in surprise. He spun around.
"Potter, what're you doing here?"
"M- Malfoy! I thought you were Filch. Thank Merlin you're not," he breathed.
Malfoy was dressed in a thin, grey, three-quarter length loose top and a pair of skinny trousers in black silk. The Slytherin noticed the direction of his gaze and blushed.
"As you can see, I'm not Filch. What're you doing out here Potter?"
"I could ask you the same?"
"I asked first."
"I asked second."
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Fine, damn you."
"Damn me. Go on, why're you out here?"
Harry hesitated and looked at Malfoy warily. Grey eyes met his expectantly.
"It's just- Well, it's stupid, but I'm just a bit- I'm feeling a bit annoyed at the moment."
"No kidding. With who?"
"R- Ron and Hermione," he sighed and looked out the window again.
"Weasel and Granger? What did they do?"
"Nothing on purpose, Malfoy, don't worry," he said, and shivered in the cold. "It's just that, well, they're a couple now."
"Yes, I heard they were dating; it's quite funny actually, the Weasel finally got a girl. What's wrong? Are they excluding you or something?"
"Not intentionally," Harry muttered.
"Ah. Don't worry, the Weasel has no tact whatsoever when it comes to life."
"Hey, don't just take this as an opportunity to insult my friends!"
"I'm not! I'm just saying. So, what are they doing, kissing and stuff in front of you?"
"Snogging. E- Everywhere. All the time."
"That must be disturbing to witness. You alright?"
Harry leaned his forehead against the cool stone of the wall and closed his eyes, shivering slightly again.
"Yeah, I suppose. I just over-reacted."
"Probably. Hey, Potter, you alright? You look frozen there."
"Y- Yes it's pretty c- cold," he clutched his invisibility cloak around himself, causing the middle half of his body to disappear into thin air. Harry was startled as he felt a pair of warm arms slip around his middle from behind him.
"Malfoy, what're you doing?"
"Not a w- word of this to anyone, Potter, it's only because you're literally turning blue," the Slytherin replied, his effect ruined by stuttering.
"A- Alright then…?" Harry replied awkwardly, unable to resist the warmth the boy's body bought him as he leaned in.
There was an awkward silence. Harry could feel Malfoy's quick breath tickling his ear as he struggled for something to say.
"Oh, um, you were going to tell me what you were doing out here?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Well, it's a bit embarrassing."
"I told my story, you tell yours."
Malfoy let out an irritated sigh but continued nevertheless. "I just got pissed at my house; they put some bloody spell on my bed to make my sheets attack me. I just came out here because the fools were all sniggering at me and the fact all I had on were my boxers as I came toppling out. That and my bed's now ruined."
"Why did they do that? That's a bit harsh! I thought they all liked you?"
The Slytherin snorted. "Liked me? They bloody hate me! They seem to have taken it upon themselves to make my life a bloody misery."
"Why? Aren't they all ex-Death Eaters themselves?"
"You think that matters to them? They've all got charms to cover up their dark marks."
"Oh. So, don't the marks fade then?"
"Nope," said the boy bitterly. He twisted his arm upwards and used his other hand to pull the sleeve, momentarily tightening his grip around Harry's waist. Harry looked down to see the infamous tattoo on the blonde's forearm.
"He can't still control you using it, can he?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Potter, he's dead, of course he can't."
"Just checking, you could be about to push me out this window and I'd be finally dead," he grinned.
"I am!" Malfoy laughed, lurching forward suddenly, but keeping his grip firmly around him.
"Argh! Oh- Malfoy, you honestly scared the life out of me just then!"
"Mission accomplished then," Harry could feel his smirk against his cheek.
"Thanks a lot!"
"No problem."
"Slytherins," he sighed. "So, Malfoy, if you won't be sleeping in the dungeons, where're you going to sleep?"
"Room of Requirement I suppose. That thing's a life saver."
"Of course. So, what're-"
Harry's question was interrupted by a loud clatter from around the corner. The pair froze and looked towards the noise in horror, then back at each other.
"PEEVES!"
Horror-struck, Harry recognised the voice as Argus Filch, the caretaker.
"Quick!" Harry hissed, "get under here!"
He threw the cloak over himself and Malfoy just in time before Mrs Norris the cat appeared around the corner, followed by a murderous looking Filch.
"Flaming poltergeist… One day I'll get 'im, I'll get 'im one day… New headmistress, new rules, you'd think she'd have more sense, but no! Why ban a bloody annoying spirit from the castle… Handcuffed to the wall, I'd say, not that that would be possible when they can drift through the things…"
The squib limped past him, lamp held aloft. Malfoy stiffened and stepped back painfully onto Harry's foot.
"Gah! Malfoy -Mmmphh!" Harry's cry was stopped by a hand over his mouth. Harry's eyes widened as he realised what he'd done. He mentally cursed himself.
"Who's 'ere?"
Filch stared through the two of them with a wild look in his eye, scowling as he saw nobody around. He uncertainly peered around, then walked up to the arched window, stuck his head out and looked down.
"Bloody ghost, thinks he can fool me… Come on, Mrs Norris, there's no one there…"
He picked up the cat that had been staring right up at them and cradled him in his arms.
"It's alright, my little Snookums, daddy's got you…"
Harry bit his lip in attempt not to snigger as the caretaker hobbled away with his cat, muttering about not getting enough pay. Once he was sure he was gone, he pulled the cloak off and burst into muffled laughter.
"D- Did you hear him when he said 'Snookums'?"
"Merlin, I swear it's suspicious what he does to that cat sometimes." Malfoy snorted.
"That was a close one, sorry for shouting when you stood on my foot."
"You're a Gryffindor, stupidity comes naturally."
"Yes, because stepping on someone's toe whilst hiding's really intelligent, isn't it?"
"Either way, Filch didn't catch us."
"Mrs Norris could see us though, couldn't she?"
"Yes, thank Merlin the squib can't read her mind."
"He can't help being a squib, Malfoy."
"And I can't help being a pureblood, Potter."
Harry stared at him. "You don't like being a pureblood?"
"I did, once. Before it made me have to be a Death Eater and follow the Dark Lord."
"Well that's a very, very unusual fact. Not unreasonable, though."
"Thanks for seeing it that way, Potter."
"It's fine; you didn't ask to be a Malfoy, I didn't ask to be the Chosen One."
Malfoy gave him a curious gaze, then smiled slightly. "I didn't know that back when I used to make fun of you for it."
"It's fine, really," Harry smiled. "I had no idea you didn't want to be a Malfoy."
"Yes, well, we've already apologised."
"Yeah, we end up doing it every time we meet."
Malfoy yawned and stretched his arms.
"What time is it? I'm getting sleepy."
"Almost one in the morning, I think. Don't worry, it's Saturday tomorrow."
"One in the morning? I should probably go, then, I need my beauty sleep."
"Beauty sleep? You're such a ponce, Malfoy!"
To Harry's utmost surprise, the Slytherin's face turned scarlet with embarrassment.
"Shut up, I'm very manly!"
"Of course you are, because all men wear jewellery."
"Jewellery?"
"Yep, those rings you wear just scream 'I'm tough'!"
"It's called fashion!" Malfoy spluttered.
"You're only digging your hole deeper," he grinned.
"Whatever," pouted the blonde.
"Don't sulk, Malfoy, you're very fashionable."
"Shut up, Potter."
"Sorry," winked Harry. "But it does look good on you."
"I know," smirked Malfoy.
"Well, I'll see you sometime tomorrow then?"
"Yes," smiled the Slytherin.
Harry grinned and turned to walk away.
"Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"Your- Your clothes look good on you, too."
"W- What?" Harry gaped at him.
"Your- Nevermind, Potter," said the boy quickly, his blush returning.
"Erm, well, thanks, Malfoy..."
"Yes, erm, goodbye!"
Harry stared after his retreating figure in alarm.

What the hell was that all about?

~*DM/HP*~