Disclaimer: If Harry Potter belonged to me, would I be doing all this on ? In other words….Harry Potter belongs to dearest JK Rowling.

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"Harry?" A feminine voice called Harry out of his reverie. He was sitting in a cushy armchair in the Gryffindor common room, staring absent mindedly into the fire. His last meeting with Draco had surprised him to say the least. Draco had looked so plagued, when the topic of the war had presented itself. Harry had felt sympathy and found relating to Draco easy. He too was being forced into a war that he had to take part in. He too was being forced to fight. He too would have to lose something dear to his heart, no matter who won the battle. Draco and Harry both understood that in truth, there are no winners to the war, just those who get out alive and those who don't. They all lose something.

"Hmm?" Harry looked up startled, Ginny was standing beside him; her hand rubbing Harry's left shoulder. Something like irritation nibbled at his stomach. "Oh, hey Ginny, what's up?"

She smiled seductively, "Oh nothing," she replied taking her free hand to twirl her finger girlishly through a lock of red hair, "It's been awhile since we…talked." She replied, raising her eyebrows in away that said that she didn't have talking in mind at all.

"Oh…well…um…I've been busy I guess." Harry stuttered uncomfortably. There was something very wrong here; shouldn't he be jumping at the chance to "talk" to Ginny? However lately he'd been seeing her as just a little sister, one he loved dearly, but kissing her seemed…wrong. It'd be like kissing Hermione, and everyone knows that THAT would never happen.

Ginny nodded thoughtfully "Yes all those long talks with Malfoy have your time really filled up, don't they?" She asked, trying to sound casual, but Harry saw through it.

"Ginny, what are you trying to say?" He was tired of beating around the bush, tired of playing silly little games; he just wanted to cut to the chase.

"I don't like that you're hanging out with Malfoy." Ginny said bluntly. There was really no need to tell her twice to cut to the chase. Harry groaned but Ginny stopped him before he could speak.

"No, listen to me, you are always running off and ditching us for him, and when you aren't with him you're looking at him, or slipping into a daze and its clear that you're thinking of him. I don't like him, I can't pretend otherwise. Sure, he may have changed, but he's been making our lives miserable from day one, and now you're saying he's a good guy. I don't get it! I have always been here for you and now all you care about is Malfoy! I don't get you. One minute you and I are getting along splendidly, the next minute you're best buddies with Draco Malfoy."

She was jealous. And instantly Harry realized he hadn't been fair. Ginny probably figured he was just leading her on. And while he couldn't find feelings for Ginny other than friendship, he still could not leave her out in the dark.

"Ginny," he began warmly, "I never meant to leave you out. It's just, getting to know Draco lately has been so strange, it's been taking a lot of my brain power to believe it's true. And Ginny, I'm sorry, but I just can't see you as…a girlfriend for me anymore. Its nothing against you, it's that a lot has changed and I realize now that you are like my little sister. I hope that's okay"

Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment, then she nodded slowly. "Yeah that's fine. I mean, eventually you're going to leave anyways, to fight Voldemort. I know you will because that's the kind of guy you are. And I wouldn't be able to deal with the stress of not knowing what was going to happen to you. I understand Harry. So…we're friends then?"

Harry nodded, smiling. Ginny lent down and kissed him on the temple; this was an act Hermione usually performed. Harry was comfortable with this. Ginny walked off to the girls dormitories. Harry turned and looked out the window. It was beginning to snow. Harry realized with a jolt that it was the first of December and the first snowfall was dusting the dark sky outside his window.

Harry all of a sudden had the longing to go flying. Snatching his broom and his invisibility cloak incase he was back left, and leaving a note for Ron who would no doubt be back from the library with Hermione soon, Harry raced outside.

The cold air hit him quickly. He shivered, but it was a satisfying shiver. He looked to the sky as the snowflakes continued to tumble to the ground. Some got caught on his warm flesh, some on his eyelashes and from inside the castle, a pair of gray eyes watched him intently.

Draco had simply gotten tired of the damp, musky scent of the dungeons, and the mindless, tedious gossip from his housemates. He'd gone for a stroll through the castle; he passed by a window and noticed the snow falling. Draco loved when snow fell lightly, it was like fluffy pieces of clouds breaking off and falling. While caught in his daze, a human figure walked into his line of view.

He recognized who it was faster than he could blink. Harry freaking Potter. He was so breathtaking. Draco saw him look up to the heavens, snowflakes landing on his peaceful face. Draco wanted nothing more than to press his lips to his face and melt the snowflakes with his breath.

Realizing he would never have another moment like this he ran outside despite the little voice: Draco you idiot! He's going to think you followed him! And you don't even have a jacket on. Do you want pneumonia? Urgh if I had a hand and a forehead, I would be hitting myself. You are hopeless

"Harry!" Draco called out, as Harry had started walking again and Draco didn't want to miss him. Harry stopped immediately, and turned around. Upon spotting Draco he smiled and waved. He waited for Draco to catch up and then they walked side by side.

"Going for a night fly?" Draco asked, nodding towards Harry's broom. Harry glanced at his broom as if he forgot he was holding it. He then looked back and Draco, looking almost torn.

"Well…I was going to, but if you want we can just hang out on the quidditch pitch and talk." That suggestion was ingenious. Draco couldn't refuse.

They walked out and sat down on the grass, the snow falling around them. They both looked to the sky. They sat in a comfortable silence for awhile until Draco had a thought.

"You know, people are a lot like snowflakes." Draco mused. Harry tore his eyes from the scene in front of him and looked at Draco.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused.

"No two snowflakes are alike, they're all different. No two people are alike. I know, I know, there are similarities between people," Draco rushed to say at Harry's accusatory look. "But, overall, we all are our completely own design. Little bits and pieces are taken from our gene pool and put together to make a new person."

"Like my mother's eyes, but my dad's hair." Harry supplied. Draco chuckled; one thing he noticed is that Harry understood better when there were examples given to him.

"Yes, like that. We all think differently, have different opinions. We're all unique. And some people argue that because we are all unique, we are all the same in that. And yes there are always those global similarities. Such as, we all live on earth. The same is with snowflakes, they all look different, and some look similar, but are not the same." He chanced a glance at Harry, who was gawking at him.

"You are so deep, Draco. You could give Hermione a run for her money." Harry chuckled and looked back up at the sky. Draco however, looked at Harry, studied his features, as if would never get a chance to lie this close to him again.

Staring is a little creepy Draco. But…my lord those eyes! Great, now even I am falling for Harry. You know you got it bad when your logic has gone crazy over this guy too. You know this cannot end well.

Draco completely ignored the voice. He breathed a contented sigh and looked up to the heavens again. However he noticed, the heavens still weren't as beautiful as Harry. Harry looked over at Draco.

My lord, Harry thought, this boy is gorgeous. His silvery blonde hair spread around his head like a halo, his pale skin contrasting with the dark sky, the snow stuck in his eyelashes. A bubbling feeling started forming in Harry's stomach, and without even thinking he reached over and entwined his and Draco's fingers together.

This was plain courage, risking rejection and pain just to feel Draco's skin touching his own. But to Harry's surprise, Draco did not pull away; he did not jump back in disgust. He looked at Harry, and smiled shyly.

They lay there, hand in hand, staring at the sky and glancing at each other. Their hearts both soared.

Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod! He's holding your hand. He initiated this. What if he feels the same way?

Draco thought furiously to the voice 'You're ruining it!' and for once the voice shut up. It felt so naturally, lying in the grass, the chilled air running over them, the snow falling gracefully, stars peaking through the clouds every now and then, and Harry's hand wrapped in his.

And they neither had to say anything. They both needed this. To just feel close to someone in this world, to think of the future and the past and not have to worry about the present, because everything was right. To know that someone understands how you feel.

Before long, it was late, they had to go inside. Harry reluctantly let go of Draco's hand and pushed himself to his feet. Draco sat up and looked up at the young man in front of him. Harry smiled and bowed low, jokingly to Draco, then held his hand out for Draco to take. And Harry helped Draco up off the ground, pulled him right to his feet, and Draco was merely inches away from Harry.

Draco could feel Harry's breath on his cheeks, and they both, instinctively leaned in, their lips brushing together, warming each other up. Suddenly, they forgot about the snow and the cold and the fact that it was far past curfew.

They walked back to the castle, hand in hand, and when it was time to part, they did slowly, and against their will. Draco wandered down to the dungeons, Harry, up to Gryffindor tower. Once inside their respected dormitories, they leaned against their doors and both sighed.

"Whoa," they whispered.

: Okay so FINALLY Harry caught on. Haha Hope you guys liked it. I've been having major writers block lately, and I know it's SO out of character but, I wanted it to be cute and romantic. So…I transformed Draco into a gentleman, just for awhile. It's like I'm his fairy godmother. Turning Cinderella into a princess. xD

Draco: What is Cinderella?! Is that an illness!? Is it contagious?

Harry: Sometimes you remind me so much of Ron.

Draco: …Excuse me?

Harry: Woops. FizzWizz…HELP!

FizzWizz: Yikes! Well we'll leave them alone right now. Review please!

Draco: I REMIND YOU OF WEASLEY?!