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"Where have you been?" Pansy screeched when Draco strode back through into the Slytherin Common Room. He subtly put the case in his pocket.

"Hogsmeade," he replied, taking a seat on the lounge.

" Oh, well I went to see Harry at the Hospital Wing after you locked yourself in your dormitory like a crushed little school girl," she said neutrally.

"Hey! I did not act like a crushed little school girl!" Draco retorted and when Pansy opened her mouth to, no doubt reply that he did, he finished with, "End of discussion!"

She merely raised her eyebrows.

"Well, what did you say and what did he reply back?" Draco asked her.

Pansy sat down next to him and explained what had occurred when she had visited the Hospital Wing. Of course, she conveniently 'forgot' to mention that she had told Harry about the dragon he used to keep when he was little. She drifted off for a moment, wondering if he'd ever gotten or stolen it back from him father. Lucius probably burnt it, she thought.

"Hullo? Earth to Pansy?" Draco said, waving his hand in front of her face. Her eyes came back into focus and she shook her head softly.

"Er, sorry, Draco. Spaced out there for a moment," she replied.

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Sorry."

"So, he doesn't mind that I told you?" Draco asked, getting back on track.

Pansy froze. She swallowed hard, trying to figure out how Draco would react when she told him about Harry's relatives.

"There's a catch about that, actually. he said that he didn't really care because their nothing you can do. He said that you don't need to bother about them hurting him anymore," she replied softly, her pug-faced screwing up in mental ache.

"Well what does that mean?!" Draco replied loudly.

She took a deep breath. "He told me that the Dursley's can't hurt him anymore because the Dark Lord has them."

Draco's face paled considerably- even thought it was hardly distinguishable. "Did you just say that the Dark Lord has Harry's relatives?" he asked, shocked.

Pansy nodded weakly. Draco's eyes widened in shock and horror. He took a few deep breaths.

"Well how bloody long has he known?"

"About two weeks," she replied.

"Two weeks," Draco repeated softly, mentally re-winding his schedule two weeks ago. "Oh, sweet, Salazar Slytherin!"

"What?" Pansy asked quickly, eyed widening.

His eyes glasses over, remembering the night Harry had his dream. "When I followed Harry one night, you know the one where I came back with a pillow?" Pansy giggled and nodded. "Well, he fell asleep and he had a nightmare. Only, I thought it was nightmare, he told me it was a nightmare..." he drifted off softly.

"Draco, I can't read your bloody mind! Tell me what you know!" Pansy exclaimed loudly, punching him softly on the arm. His gaze flickered back to her.

Relisation pooled in Draco's silver eyes. He looked at Pansy, completely flabbergasted.

"He saw them... That's how he knew! The Dark Lord sent him a bloody vision! Oh, Merlin." Draco felt sick. He couldn't even imagine the all the things that the Dark Lord could do to them, especially to relatives of a Harry Potter's.

"Draco, go see him now!" Pansy demanded.

"What? Why? He doesn't want to see me. It's only been a few hours," he argued weakly.

"Because he needs you now, you arse!" She pushed him off the couch and he glared at her from the ground. He grumbled for a few moments before getting up, brushing down his clothes and leaving the Common Room.

Pansy sighed and relaxed back into the lounge, "Boys," she said softly.

Draco fidgeted the whole way to the Hospital Wing, pulling and tugging on his clothes, smoothing over his hair, checking his nail, just things that would get him to Harry slower, and distract him...at least for a few moments. It was only when he was at the corridor of the Hospital Wing that he pulled out the glasses case from his pocket. He sighed softly, lightly fingering the wooden case. He held it lightly in his hand and entered the Hospital Wing for the second time that day. However, when he entered, he got no greeting at all. When he walked over to Harry's bed though, he was sleeping, but not soundly. His breaths were irregular, his body twitching and murmurs fell from his mouth.

Draco sighed softly and sat down on the chair beside his bed. He barely restrained himself from moving it over and taking Harry's hand. He scolded himself.

Friends didn't do that.

Draco bit his lip worriedly, a extremely bad habit he'd picked up over the summer, and stared at Harry's twitching body. It's not right, he thought to himself. No one deserves to go through what he has.

He watched helplessly as his only Gryffindor friend had a nightmare (if it even was a nightmare) knowing he couldn't do a thing about hearing Harry whimper, he gave up his inner battle and moved his chair closer to the bed. He reached up and held onto his hand. The warm heat of Harry's hand was comforting. He smiled softly and looked up at Harry's face. His features were relaxed and other than the rise and fall of his now steady breathing, his body was still.

His silver eyes scoped Harry's sleeping figure. He was extremely small, but the little weight he did have was definitely muscle. His facial features were also much softer than the year before, now looking much less like James and more like his mother Lily. He was captivated by his lip rings. They always seemed to be something Draco always looked at. When he'd be talking to Harry, he'd focus on his eyes, which were extraordinarily mesmerising, no question about that, but his gaze always drifted down.

It wasn't the first time Draco had to mentally remind himself that it wasn't the shape and pouty-ness of Harry's lips, but the rings.

And it was the ball bearing in his tongue that he looked at; not the tongue darting out to wet Harry's full lips.

Draco sucked in a deep breath. He shouldn't be having these thoughts. The Boy-Who-Lived was off limits. He wasn't even gay! He'd finish Hogwarts and before or after that he'd defeat Voldemort, and then get a job, and find a nice young witch and settle down and have many little witches and wizards to run around their beautiful, little, suburban house.

Draco had to control himself from snorting. Okay, maybe that wasn't what Harry was going to do when he left school, or if he ever does.

No, don't think like that! Harry is going to survive this war and live to finish his NEWTs, Draco told himself. He sighed softly and lightly held onto Harry's hand. He'd be there when he woke up...

"Where's Draco?" Blaise asked when he entered the Slytherin Common Room with Theo.

"At the Hospital Wing," Pansy replied, stretching her legs on the lounge.

"What?" Theo asked sharply, falling back onto the green arm chair.

"Don't worry," she assured him, "he's sucking up to Harry."

Blaise sighed heavily. "What did he do now?"

Pansy snorted. "We always blame the Slytherin when Harry's hurt don't we? But, this time it wasn't his fault. Harry said some things that upset Draco."

"What kind of upset? Blaise asked, eyes narrowing.

After all, Draco could be upset in two ways.

An angry upset - this Draco emerged when something happened that upset him and instead of sulking he would storm off to get revenge.

And then there was the upset upset- this Draco emerged when something happened that really upset him. It was the kind that unsettled him in his stomach, something that makes him feel sick and aches. It was rare for Draco to be this type of upset. Usually he was an angry upset and he'd get very angry. Usually with Potter.

"He's upset,' Pansy said slowly, wincing slightly, "upset."

Both Blaise and Theo sucked in a deep breath. That was unusual.

"Oh, Salazar," Blaise expressed.

"Oh, Merlin. That is so unfair!"

Both Pansy and Blaise looked at him sharply. Theo sunk low in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

"Draco had to bloody fall for Harry, didn't he?"

Blaise laughed, thinking that he was joking. "What on earth are you talking about, Theo? Draco is straight!"

Theo grumbled under his breath and glared at no one in particular. "Not for long."

Pansy giggled. "Naw, heartbroken, Theo?"

"How am I supposed to compete against Draco? It's like comparing a pretty butterfly to a slow snail!" Both his friends burst out laughing at his comparison. "Shuddup," he grumbled.

"Don't worry, Theo. Harry isn't going to be one to judge on just appearance. And he's not going to automatically chose Draco if you show that you're actually serious about dating him. He probably thinks we're all joking when we tease you about your crush on him," Pansy said and Theo just looked at her, bemused.

"Pans, it's Draco Malfoy! Ever heard of the Muggle phrase: there's a thin line between love and hate?"

She sighed. "Yes, I have. But Draco hasn't made a move yet and probably doesn't even realise what his feelings are towards Harry. But you do! So when Harry gets out of the Hospital Wing ask him out on a date or something! You can only try," Pansy retorted.

Theo sat up a little bit, a small smile on his lips. "Yeah, maybe I will."

"That's the way!" Pansy grinned brightly.

"Wait. What? I'm confused," Blaise said dumbly, looking back and forth between his two fellow Slytherins.

Theo laughed softly and re-adjusted himself on his armchair while Pansy sighed softly, shaking her head.

"Come here, Blaise," Pansy said sitting up and patting the space of lounge next to her. Blaise looked uncomfortable, but did as he was told. When he was seated, Pansy turned to look at him. "Draco likes Harry, but he doesn't realise it. Theo likes Harry too, but he feels that he doesn't stand a chance against Draco. So, I suggested that until Draco figures out his feelings, Theo should ask Harry out." She said this like she was explaining why tree's lost their leaves in the Fall to a young child.

Blaise looked at her blankly and then asked a question neither of them had bothered to even think about.

"Well what if Harry's straight and wants neither of them?"

Pansy looked taken aback. "I-I don't know," she stammered.

"Great! That's just what I wanted to hear," Theo complained, sinking down into his chair again.

Pansy looked over to him. "Well," she started, clearing her throat, "you can only get one of two possible answers, right? What's the harm in asking?"

"I suppose," Theo agreed half-heartedly. There were a few moments of silence.

"So when's Harry getting out of the Hospital Wing?" Blaise asked.

"Well, he only broke his ankle, so he'll be out tomorrow," Pansy said.

Blaise hummed and nodded his head softly. "What about Draco?"

Pansy looked back to him with a small smile on her face. "I don't know. Tomorrow, perhaps?"

Blaise laughed lightly and Theo groaned and threw a cushion at her. "You evil, evil woman!" Theo screeched and Blaise threw his head back, laughing loudly.

Harry woke, bleary eyed and confused. It was early light, small rays of sunshine coming through the panes of glass. He rubbed his eyes with one of his hands and before he could use his other hand to scratch his leg, he realised that he couldn't. He looked down and blinked and few times to make sure what he was seeing were real:

Yep; Draco Malfoy was sleeping and drooling on his hand.

Wonderful.

He smiled softly and reached over with his other hand to gently nudge him awake. It took a few moments before he sat up, looking groggy. A small shiny line from his mouth trailed down his chin.

"Whaa-?" he asked, looking blindly at Harry. He shook his head sharply as if to wake himself up. "Harry?"

"Who else were you expecting?" Harry asked. He subtly scratched his chin and looked pointedly at Draco's.

"Oh!" Draco quickly wiped away his drool and flushed deeply. "Gross," he said softly.

Harry chuckled and wiped his hand on the bed sheet. "So, you stayed here all night?" he asked softly, tugging on his earring.

Draco looked around and saw the light coming through. "Er, yeah. I must have." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"You didn't need to," Harry said.

Draco shrugged nonchalantly.

There were a few moments of silence.

"Listen, what I said last night-" Harry began, looking up at Draco,

"Harry, it's okay. I understand!" Draco interrupted.

"No, you don't! I really didn't mean what I said. I just mean, that when we first met when we were younger, I had only just found out about magic and you were really snobbish and made me feel..." Harry searched an appropriate word.

"Out of place?" Draco suggested.

"Draco," Harry said softly, a small sad smile on his face, "I always feel out of place. No, you made me feel stupid. Like I should have known all that stuff and because I didn't I was below you- weak and not needed."

"I'm sorry," Draco said weakly.

Harry shook his head. "But then I met Ron who was nice and kind. And his brothers were funny. I liked them, but you were just really rude, like you were superior to me. I didn't like it, mostly because I already had alreadly dealt with that at the Dursley's and thought that the Wizarding World was different. But you proved that I was wrong," he explained quietly.

"I'm sorry," the terribly upset Slytherin repeated.

"It's done now. We can't take it back," Harry replied sadly.

"But I can apologize. And trust me, I hardly ever apologize," Draco replied, sounding more like his Slytherin self.

Harry snorted and wiped under his eyes again. "Look, I take back what I said, and so do you. So let's move on."

Draco nodded silently in agreement and took a few breaths. He figured it would be too early in the morning to mention the Dursley's again so he let that slide...for now. He decided to change the subject.

"Is your ankle healed?" Draco asked.

"We'll see, shall we?" Harry replied, gingerly lifting his leg out from under the starchy bed sheet. He rested it atop it and slowly rolled his ankle. He smiled brightly when he felt no pain. "Brilliant."

"Yeah, that's good. It might be a bit early for breakfast, but do you want to go freshen up and change or whatever, and then meet me back in the Great Hall?" Draco asked, getting up from his chair. He stretched, sighing in relief when he heard, and felt, the satisfying 'pop.'

"Sure," Harry replied, "I want to go before Madam Pomfrey gets up and tells me to stay in bed until lunchtime."

"Okay, well let's meet up in one hour," Draco decided. Harry agreed, they bid each other good bye and went their separate ways.

The whole walk back to his Common Room Draco was mentally bashing himself. You fell asleep on him! What on earth were you doing? And you DROOLED! That's just ghastly!

Meanwhile, Harry was walking back to his Common Room, a warm, happy feeling in his stomach. The fact that Draco had drooled on him didn't even pass through his mind as he gave the password to the frustrated Fat Lady and strode upstairs to his dormitory. He crept into the room, well aware that the rest of the boys were still asleep. It took some mental arguing on whether or not to wake up Ronald...you know, just to annoy him.

But Harry's good side won out and he decided against it. He wouldn't go picking fights with him just to annoy him. It wouldn't end well for either of them.

He sighed, pulled out his wand and cast the charms to let him into his bed. He sighed and sat down on the edge.

"Where have you been all night?!" a very angry hissing voice asked.

"Don't panic, Willow. I'm fine now. I just had a spill and spent the night in the Hospital Wing," Harry hissed back.

"And you didn't even think to send me a message? I almost made myself visible because I had no idea where you were! I was frantic!" Willow hissed, slithering atop of Harry's lap.

"Sorry, but what was I supposed to do? Go: 'Hey, Madam Pomfrey. Can you find my snake and tell her that I'm fine and she needn't worry?' Oh yeah, I'm sure that'd go down well," Harry hissed sarcastically.

"What about Draco? You could have asked him to find me!"

"Willow, I'm here now so stop fretting. I've got to get ready. I'm meeting Draco soon," Harry replied, getting up, Willow sliding off him.

"Fine."

Harry placed the wards back up and got ready for the day. After he'd finished showering, he chose his deep green skinny jeans and a black, three quarter sleeved, Bullet For My Valentine, shirt. He fixed his make-up and changed all his piercings and put on his black Doc Martens.

When he was done he took a step back and looked at his reflection. He cocked his head to the side, eyeing himself up.

It was acceptable, he decided. He used his long fringe to cover his scar and part of his face before he picked up his wand and left the dorm.

When he reached the large doors to the Great Hall, he cast a quick Tempus charm. He was a few minutes early. Great timing, he thought and turned his head when he head approaching footsteps.

Harry had to hold back an appreciative sigh. Draco was wearing long black leather trousers that looked like they were painted on his legs and he was wearing a soft, white silk shirt, tucked in slightly. He was also wearing a small necklace, a small fang hanging off it- a snake fang, perhaps? His soft, silvery hair was hanging lose around his always unblemished face, framing it perfectly.

He smiled softly when he strode up to Harry. "Good morning," he greeted politely.

Harry smiled back, tilting his head, " 'Morning."

"Shall we go in?" Draco asked, motioning towards the doors.

"Of course, I'm feeling ravenous." It was true. As soon as Harry took sight of Draco he was feeling rather...hungry.

No! Bad thoughts. It's breakfast with your friend. Stop imagining him with only his trousers on! His tight, black trousers with his perfectly toned legs surrounded by them, a wandering hand drifting down... No! Naughty Harry! He mentally yelled at himself, trying to hide his blush.

Draco cleared his throat and looked at Harry. "What's wrong?"

"Er, nothing," Harry lied, "sorry." Did Draco even know how he looked in those pants? Harry sighed. He probably did. And he was probably doing to get someone else's attention.

"OK then," Draco replied. "I guess you sitting with me at the Slytherin table?" He gestured towards the table on the opposite side of the Hall.

"Yes. I can't imagine you sitting anywhere near the Gryffindor Table."

Draco shuddered and Harry had a hard time distinguishing it from mock or true horror. "Either can I. If I ever do, please slap some sense into me!"

Harry laughed at that. "Will do."

"Good. Might take a few," he said striding over to the empty Slytherin table. "If I sit at the table there obviously has to be a few things going wrong inside my brain. Or I was Imperioused."

The way he said that made Harry look at him in shock. He made it seem like there was a chance that it could happen to him- being put under the Imperious curse, of course, not sitting at Gryffindor's table. Draco made it seem as if he would let himself be put under it that Unforgivable Curse.

Draco looked at Harry's stunned expression. "What now?"

Harry shook his head and cleared his throat. "I'm going to teach you how to repel the Imperious Curse."

"What?!" Draco screeched.

"I don't want you to be vulnerable to a curse like that. I'm going to teach you how to block it," Harry replied calmly.

"Harry," Draco whispered harshly as there were some teachers arriving into the Hall, "you can't do Unforgivables at Hogwarts!"

"Yes you can. How did Barty Junior do it in fourth year then?" Harry replied looking at him.

Draco took a few breaths and took a seat, Harry sliding in beside him. Breakfast food appeared before them, along with coffee, tea and fresh pumpkin juice. Harry pored himself and Draco a glass of the juice then took a sip.

"Barty Junior was the wizard who was Polyjuiced as Mad-Eye Moody, correct?" he asked.

"Good to know you're keeping up, Draco," Harry replied. He grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it slowly.

Draco sighed and took a drink. "How will you teach me?"

"The same way he did."

"What?! I-I don't think that's the wisest thing to do," Draco stammered, shocked. "I mean, I didn't learn anything!"

"Draco, it'll be fine. I'll try to remember not to demand you to do anything too barbaric," Harry joked. Draco blanched. "Hey, I'm kidding! I'll only be asking you to do things like 'jump on one foot.' Don't panic." Harry placed his hand over Draco's whose was lying still on the table. He smiled weakly.

"H-how did you even learn to cast an Unforgivable?" Draco asked softly, looking both shocked and awed at the same time.

Harry looked at him puzzlingly. He leaned in, his face now mere centimetres away from the Slytherin who seemed to be holding his breath. Emerald eyes searched silver, silently asking if he really wanted to know. Harry licked his lips slowly, his pink tongue dragging over his cool, metal piercings. He leaned across, his breath ghosting the side of his face, his cheek before he rested at Draco's ear. "You just have to mean it," he whispered harshly, his breath tickling Draco's ear.

Harry felt Draco freeze and he pulled back, laughing softly at Draco's reaction.

"Bellatrix," he whispered.

Harry stared at him. "Yes," he nodded.

"She told me something similar once."

"Did she now?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Yes. She told me that if I wanted to become a Death Eater, well, back then it was when I was to become a Death Eater, the thing that would guarantee myself in the Dark Lords' ranks, would be my loyalty to him and his cause. And she said that to make it through all the tasks I would, no doubt, have to complete, all I had to do to finish the testing was: 'mean it,'" Draco finished, his fork poking some poor egg that had made it up onto his plate.

Harry sighed softly and rubbed his thumb over Draco's hand which he was still holding. "Well, you don't have to worry about that any longer. He," Harry said with scorn, "won't get anywhere near you."

"Thanks for the support, Harry, but not even you can promise me that. By the end of the year my father will have found a way out of prison, a way back into the Dark Lords' ranks and a way for me to take his Mark," Draco replied softly. He stared glumly into his breakfast.

"Not if I can help it. Draco, I'm going to protect you now. And whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me," the Gryffindor said, smiling at Draco.

The blonde groaned dramatically. "I know! You just never leave me alone! You stick to me like my shadow!"

They both laughed and continued breakfast on a lighter note. They were just chatting about nothing, having finished their breakfast, when the rest of their friends entered the Hall.

"Ah! There you are. Good to see you out of the Hospital Wing," Blaise said, thumping him on the back when he came over with Pansy and Theo.

"Yeah," Harry replied, "good to see you too."

"So, you're all healed?" Pansy asked, sliding in across from Harry and Draco.

Harry froze for a moment before he realised she was only asked about his foot. "Yeah, my foot is fine," he replied, dodging around that particular subject.

"Ah. Well that's good to hear."

The three Slytherins dug into breakfast, Theo being surprisingly quite throughout the whole affair, something which was noticed by both Harry and Draco.

Harry leaned over to the blonde and whispered subtly to Draco, "Hey, what's up with Theo?"

"I don't know," he replied, shrugging. "I've never seen him like this before."

Harry hummed and turned back to Blaise who was talking about a chess game he'd won the night before against a Seventh year.

When they finally left the Great Hall they were headed to the Lake to soak up some sun before winter settled in. But Theo tugged on Harry's sleeve before he could leave. Harry turned around to look at him.

"Can I talk to you for a few minutes, Harry?" Theo asked, trying to hide his embarrassment and nerves. He was excellent; he was a Slytherin after all.

"Sure," Harry said brightly. He turned back to the others who were looking at the oddly, expect Pansy who had an expectant look in her eyes, "We'll just be a few minutes. We'll catch up."

Blaise looked like he was about to disagree when Pansy pulled on his arm and dragged him down the steps.

Theo looked on in horror. Yeah, because that's not subtle at all, he thought and turned back to Harry.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked, licking his lips. Theo tried to look into his eyes and not stare at Harry's lips.

"I-I, er, I just wanted to see if next weekend you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me," Theo said shyly, playing with the cuff of his shirt.

Harry looked at him in surprise, obviously not expecting that. He opened his mouth to speak when Theo interrupted him quickly. "I mean, you don't have to go, I don't even know if you're gay, for Merlin's sake but, you know if you are and you'd like to go with me..." he rambled on.

The Gryffindor looked back at his friends, namely Draco, his soft hair shining brightly in the sun. He sighed softly. Draco didn't even know he was gay, and even if he was, he'd never look at Harry. He turned back to Theo, who looked like he was trying very hard to hold back tears...mostly of embarrassment. Harry knew that Slytherins didn't cry if they thought they were getting rejected.

Harry cocked his head to the side and looked at him. Really, he thought to himself, he isn't that bad looking. And he's nice, and funny. Harry smiled wistfully. I could have fun with him, he decided.

"Yes," Harry announced, smiling brightly, "I'd love to go to Hogsmeade with you."

Theo's bright blue eyes widened with shock. Obviously he hadn't expected Harry to agree. Harry held back a small chuckle, realising that Theo had previously thought he was straight and didn't have a chance.

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

This time Harry couldn't hold back; he chucked and nodded. "Yes."

"Great! Um, would you like to walk down together on Saturday, at say, ten?" Theo asked brightly.

"Sure. That sounds great."

"Okay, good." The Slytherin was grinning brightly and glanced outside. "We'd better head down. I'd hate for them to think that I kidnapped you or something," he joked. They both chuckled and headed out. Theo had to restrain himself from reaching out and taking hold of Harry's hand. That was inappropriate and definitely should not be done moments after they agreed to go out together, Theo decided. He sighed and put his hands in his pants pockets.

They walked slowly down to where the other part of their group where seated. Harry missed it, but as he sat down Pansy sent a silent question to Theo who grinned brightly in reply. Pansy looked shocked and quickly hid her surprise as Blaise started up yet another barbaric story that probably had little truth in it.

Harry laid back on the soft ground and listened to Blaise's stories, and glanced backwards to Draco who was smirking slightly, and then to Theo, who had been watching him and smiled softly. He received a bright smile in return. Harry closed his eyes and remained smiling wistfully.

Yes, he thought, putting his arms underneath his head, it'll be fun with Theo. Maybe it might wake Draco up. He mentally slapped some sense into himself. Draco's not even gay! Theo is just what you need now!

Harry wiggled slightly on the grass and relaxed. Theo was definitely a welcomed distraction.

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