A/N: No hot man stuff in this chapter. There is chocolate though. I'm not sure if the chocolate I chose would be something found in Hogsmeade, but I was looking more for something fun. I do, however, very much enjoy the ones I mentioned. Enjoy! Only 7 more chapters to go!

When I woke in the morning it was to the sound of my dorm mates moving around, being extremely loud. For a moment I just listened to the familiar sounds of my friends. I didn't think about anything else until I heard my name. I sat up quickly and looked behind me. I felt around, but didn't feel anything solid. Draco must have left earlier. I sighed and tried to not be disappointed. It was for the best. I cast a tempus charm and saw that it was eight. I rubbed my eyes and opened my hangings.

"Oi, Harry, we thought you were going to sleep through Hogsmeade," Ron said as he slipped on a jumper.

"It's only eight, Ron. I still have some time," I teased as I changed my clothes and slipped into my shoes. I went into the loo and brushed my teeth and headed down to the common room. Hermione was sitting on the couch staring at the fire. I was a bit surprised to not see her reading.

"You alright, Mione?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

She nodded. "Yeah, I was just thinking about you and Malfoy," she commented absently.

I lifted an eyebrow at that. "What about us?" I asked, trying not to sound alarmed that she had found us out already.

"Well, I was just thinking about today and wondering if it's such a good idea. I guess I was just tired of you being so distracted by him that I suggested something without thinking it through," she replied.

I frowned at her. I didn't like her line of thinking, but I wasn't about to back out. "Let's just see what happens. I can't just back out," I told her.

She sighed and nodded. "Alright, we'll see," she said quietly.

The rest of my dorm came out and we all headed down to breakfast. When I arrived, I looked over at the Slytherin table, but didn't see Draco yet. I frowned slightly, but didn't worry too much. I sat down and started to eat, watching the doors for Draco. He walked in about ten minutes later looking amazing. I suppressed a smile as he walked over to his table. He glanced over at me and smirked. It didn't seem like a mean smirk, but it didn't sit well with me for the time being.

I finished eating or more so moving food around my plate before I stood up and joined my friends in the Entrance Hall where everyone was gathered for the yearly rules of Hogsmeade visits. I stared down at the ground as Professor McGonagall droned on about the rules. I felt someone move in next to me and I shifted to make more room. I wasn't paying any attention at who was standing next to me as I was lost in thought about Draco's smirk earlier.

I felt fingers brush my hand and I glanced down in confusion. A pale hand with slim fingers was reaching out to brush against my hand again. I turned and looked up to see Draco listening to McGonagall, but glancing down at me with a tender smile. It erased the smirk he gave me for just a moment and I smiled back before returning my gaze to the ground. He brushed my hand a few more times before everyone started to leave the castle.

"Well, Malfoy, are you ready to hang out with a bunch of Gryffindors?" I asked quietly as we started out of the castle.

"I'm spending the morning with you, how could I ask for anything better?" he whispered.

I felt my cheeks heat up at his words. The crowd started to thin and none of my friends seemed to notice that Draco was walking next to me. I could tell he was nervous for their reaction once they realized that he was there.

"Whoa, hold up, are you lost, Malfoy?" Ron asked suddenly.

Everyone stopped and looked at us. I cringed at his tone. "Not lost, Weasley. I was invited," he said calmly.

Ron snorted. "Who would invite you?" he questioned.

"Ron, stop, I told you about this yesterday," Hermione scolded.

"I didn't think you were serious," he said rudely.

"Look, Ron, I invited Malfoy because I figured it's high time that we put our differences to the side and try to be friends. I invited him to join us today. Personally, I thought we were mature enough to handle being around him without coming to blows. Perhaps I was wrong about some of us," I said with a narrowed gaze. I had unknowingly taken up a protective stance in front of him.

Ron looked between the two of us several times before he looked confused and then frowned. "You're probably right," he said quietly.

I stood a bit straighter and gave him a confused look. "Which part?"

"The part where you said that we needed to put our differences to the side. I just would have preferred more of a warning, I guess," he said sheepishly.

"I told you yesterday," Hermione said through clenched teeth.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't think you were serious. Let's just go to Hogsmeade," Ron said as he started trudging away from us.

I turned my wide-eyed gaze to the rest of my friends who looked equally surprised by Ron's reaction. They all looked over at Draco with questioning looks, but they seemed to accept things as they were and Neville and Hermione smiled at him and nodded before they started after Ron leaving Draco and I at the back of the group.

"Well, that could have gone better," I commented.

"It could have gone a lot worse," Draco replied.

I nodded. We started after them slowly. "So, when did you leave this morning?" I asked conversationally.

No one was near us so I wasn't afraid of talking about the real us. "Probably around six. You sleep quite soundly yourself," he teased, bumping my shoulder.

I blushed and grinned. "You make it easy," I replied quietly. I glanced up at him and saw him smiling. Neither one of us seemed to pay any attention to anyone, but each other.

"At least that's something I can make easy," he joked.

I laughed quietly and nodded. "Listen, um, this morning, when you came in for breakfast…" I trailed off not wanting to bring up his smirking, but it still nagged at me.

"Why did I smirk at you?" he asked.

I stopped and he did as well. We faced each other and I looked up at him. "Yeah, how did you know?" I asked.

"I knew as soon as I did that, that you would take it the wrong way," Draco replied.

I frowned and looked down between us. "So why did you do it?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I didn't think it was a mean smirk. It was more of a 'we broke the rules big time last night' and I'm smirking because I'm quite pleased at being the one breaking the rules with Harry Potter for once," he replied. I looked up at him and he had the same smirk as this morning and this time I saw that it was definitely not a mean smirk, but a sneaky smirk. I blushed and shoved at his shoulder and rolled my eyes, laughing. He nearly went to grab my hand, but stopped himself as he remembered where we were. I looked down the path and saw my friends watching us.

Hermione looked as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle and Neville looked like he had connected some imaginary dots and his wide-eyed expression showed that he had come to some conclusion. The rest of my friends just stared in confusion or looked like they were ready to intervene if necessary.

"We better go," I whispered and we started up the path trying hard not to blush. My friends started walking again so we both relaxed somewhat.

"So, Malfoy, what are your plans after graduation?" Hermione ventured, trying to include Draco in on the conversation.

Draco startled next to me at being addressed. "Um, I'm not sure. I've thought about becoming a potions master and possibly working at St. Mungo's or teaching maybe. I'm not really sure. I've got a bit of time though, not much, but some. Uh, what about you?" he asked uncertainly.

She beamed. "Well, I'm one-hundred percent positive that I am going to work in the Department of Magical Creatures to help get house elves…." and she was off and Draco listened intently albeit a few times he glanced at me and gave me a look suggesting he shouldn't have asked. I laughed and shook my head.

Hermione talked all the way into Hogsmeade about her views on magical creature rights and Draco listened the entire time. Ron and I looked at each other in surprise as we would have tuned her out long before. She looked rather pleased with herself when they arrived at Honeyduke's, but luckily for Draco, she was distracted by all the sweets and immediately made her way to a shelf of chocolate. I watched as Draco headed in another direction with a purpose and with amusement I watched him nearly salivate all over the chocolates that were separated in individual bins as he picked through them, no doubt looking for the best ones.

I walked over to him and glanced in, perusing the selection. I picked out a couple of caramels, something with coconut, and something that had some type of nut on them. Draco appeared to be much more involved in his choices. "You seem to be looking for something specific," I commented quietly as I stood next to him.

He glanced up at me and smiled slightly. "I am very picky about my chocolates. I prefer them boxed like the ones on the wall, but sometimes I'd rather make my own selection. That way I can have all the kinds I want," he explained. He glanced at my selections and studied them for a moment. He lifted a brow and looked at me and looked almost disgusted with my choices.

"What's wrong with what I have here?" I asked, looking down at my chocolates with a questioning look. They seemed to be perfectly fine.

"There just not the best ones that you could have picked from the lot," he pointed out.

I gave him a perturbed look and glanced down at them again. "They all go down the same," I countered.

Draco snorted. "They most certainly do not. Look at this haystack right here. The coconut to chocolate ratio is off balanced. There's too much chocolate and not enough coconut. And look at those caramels. I'm assuming you got those from the same bin. One is much larger than the other, those most certainly won't taste the same," he explained.

I looked at them again, trying to see what he saw, but not. I shrugged. "They taste good no matter what. Enjoy your perusing," I said as I drifted away from him, trailing my fingers along his hand.

"You are no chocolate connoisseur!" he called after me. I could see a blush coloring his cheeks at my touch.

I stopped and turned to look at him. "That's what I have you for," I said quietly, only for him to hear. I winked and watched as he blushed deeply. Neither one of us saw someone watching our interaction. More dots were connected.