Okay, so I need to say something. Please note that this story is slightly non-canon, it's more my interpretation of the books. At times the some characters may be a bit OOC, but again, they are my imagination. It's my story so I can change the characters as I wish.

Okay, so enjoy, and please review!

I fed Harry his potion, and put him to bed, ignoring his meek protests at what he considered to be an early bedtime. I sat with him as he fell asleep, stroking his hair. He stirred when I stroked his face.

"Shh Harry." I murmured. "Go to sleep my prince. You have a big day tomorrow."

He drifted off and I quietly slipped out of his room. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then dressed in grey joggers and got into bed.

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I woke in the morning and instantly knew what had happened. In bed with me was a boy, dark haired and slight. He was bigger than he was before, but not massively. I guessed that Harry must have got into my bed at night.

As he slept, his chest rising and falling under the covers, he rolled onto his side and slipped nearer to me. His thin arms reached around my shocked body and Harry hugged me in his sleep. Despite my better judgement I found myself reciprocating the hug, wrapping one of my arms around him and stroking his jet black hair. The warmth of his body seemed to patch up my mental battle scars; I was still hurt from the War. I realised that Harry made me better, and he might be the one to save me...

"What?" I whispered to myself, replying to my recent revelation. "Stop being such a sap Draco! You are a Malfoy!"

I must have whispered louder than I thought, because at that point, Harry began to wake up. His eyes opened and instantly found me own. The way his green eyes pierced my own was astounding.

"Hi Draco." He said, his arms still wrapped around my body.

"Morning Harry." I replied. "We need to get up and dressed, we've got a big day today."

I got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom, looking over my shoulder at a much taller Harry.

"Now Draco..." He said in a cocky voice. "Don't think you're getting in the bathroom first!"

He darted past me into the bathroom, laughing as he did so.

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We went to my classes that day and as usual, people fawned over Harry.

"5 years does make a lot of difference." I muttered as I watched Harry talking to Hermione and Weasley. He was miming something; it looked like he was pretending to play Quidditch. I remembered that I wanted to take him and play Quidditch in the grounds.

The rest of the lessons in the day went by slowly and I found myself looking forward to going home and spending time with Harry. Finally the day drew to a close, and I walked with Harry, to our quarters near the kitchens.

We got inside and I remembered that I needed to talk to Harry.

"Harry, sit down." I said. "We need to talk."

"Okay, Dray..." He sat down cautiously. "I'm not in trouble, am I?"

I laughed. "No Harry, don't worry, I just need to talk to you now you're a bit older."

"Okay." He replied, still looking dubious.

"So Harry, I was just wondering if you knew what was going on. Why I look after you and such?" I said.

He replied quickly and enthusiastically. "Oh Dray, I was worried. I thought I was being told off! No, actually, I remember everything. I grew up with my aunt and uncle, and I hated it, then I came to Hogwarts. Me and you...didn't get along too well, then I found out about Voldemort. Everything bad happened, and there was a War and I killed Voldemort. Many people died in the battle to kill him, but we finally did. Then, some people came back to school to take their NEWT's. We were in a potions class and there was an accident, and I got de-aged. You've been looking after me, and I keep taking potions that change me. Is that right Dray?"

He spoke like an overenthusiastic child, determined to get the answer right. Like Granger, I supposed.

"Yes Harry, that's right! I was so worried you wouldn't remember anything at all." I answered. "So, do you want to go and get something to eat in the Great Hall?"

He answered yes, and we began to walk down to the Great Hall together. We walked closely together, and bumped hands a couple of times as we avoided people.

To my surprise, as we bumped hands a final time, Harry grabbed my hand and held it. It seemed he still wanted to hold hands like we did when he was younger. I rubbed the skin on the back of his hands, feeling his knuckles, and revelling at how soft his hands were.

"Beautiful." I murmured.

Did anyone see the speech J. made at the HP7 Part 2 premiere? It made me cry so much! So in celebration of the new film coming out in less than a week, this one is for you Jo! Thank you so much, you made my childhood. I don't know what I would have done without Harry Potter to cheer me up when I was sad, and made my life better! #UntilTheVeryEnd!

Please review! Love you all loads!