Harry looked around nervously as people stared at them. He clung to Draco's side, tightening his hold on his hand and lifting his other hand to grip Draco's arm. Draco raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything. When they made it to the Great Hall, Draco immediately headed for the Gryffindor table. Harry's feet decided they didn't want to work and he stumbled along. Finally they came to a halt on the other side of the table from where Ron and Hermione were sitting. Two familiar sets of eyes looked up and stared at Harry and Draco in confusion.

"We were wondering where you'd gone off to, Harry," Hermione spoke up first, "Are you….ok?"

Harry nodded his head vigorously.

"Did you find him, Mal-," Hermione cleared her throat, "Draco…did you find him?"

"He isn't a lost kitten, Granger," Draco snapped, "But yes, I did find him. And then I gave him a blowjob."

Ron choked slightly on his drink.

"Gross!" Ron sputtered, "Tmi, mate!"

Harry waited hesitantly for his friends to say more.

"That is not the image I wanted," Ron said, making a gagging face, "Do I tell you about when I get blow jobs?"

Ron looked at Draco expectantly and Draco smirked.

"Why would you talk about something nonexistent?" Draco answered.

There was a pause and Harry's heart thumped dangerously against his chest. Ron's lips quirked up in a brief smile.

"Sit down already," Ron said in an annoyed voice, "You make me nervous standing around like that."

He turned his attention back to his plate and Harry almost melted in relief. He quickly sat down and Draco followed suit. He started to pull his hand away, but Harry gripped tighter and looked at him with a pleading expression. Draco scowled but let it be, turning back to the food in front of him. Harry watched as he put some food on his plate and ate it one handed. Harry was unaware that he was staring until Draco turned to him and sighed.

"You know you can eat, right?" Draco said in a tired voice.

"Oh, right, yes, of course," Harry sputtered.

Harry turned to the food and his stomach turned away. He frowned and bowed his head to look at his plate as he normally did. He realized the hand that was in a death grip in Draco's was sweaty. He wrinkled his nose and released Draco's hand, bringing it to clasp his other gently in his lap.

He looked down at the shiny golden plate and wondered why the elves shined it so much. It wasn't like many of the Hogwarts students actually looked at the plates or silverware. He blinked at his reflection and his reflection blinked back. He flared his nostrils and his reflection flared its nostrils back at him. A hand settled on his shoulder and he jumped slightly. Draco was looking at him with a mix of emotions on his face.

"Why aren't you eating?" Draco questioned firmly but quietly.

"Don't feel good," Harry answered.

"Eat a piece of bread," Draco instructed, "It absorbs any toxins in your stomach so if you do throw up the bread takes the toxins with it."

A piece of bread dropped on his plate from Draco's slender hand. Harry's stomach squeezed at the sight, but he picked up the bread and ate it a tiny bit at a time. Once he finished it, he turned to Draco with a triumphant smile on his face. He leaned toward Draco, his hands coming to rest on the small bit of bench between them. Draco looked over at him and a little smile tugged at his lips.

Draco smirked slightly, drinking up Harry's body language. What a cute little kitten, wanting his master to pet him, he thought smugly. He resisted the urge to refuse Harry his reward. Instead, he reached out a hand and gently petted the top of Harry's head. Harry's eyes closed and a huge, satisfied grin spread across his face.

"Good job, kitten," Draco praised quietly.

Harry's eyelids opened and wide green eyes stared up at Draco. Draco's heart leapt around franticly in his chest. He smiled softly down at Harry, thinking he might just buy one of those headbands with the cat ears on them and one of those cat tails that attach to your pants. That would magnificently complete Harry's kitten look. He couldn't help the tightness in his pants at the image; it was just too damn sexy to think about.

"Ew," Weasley's gruff voice broke through his thoughts, "None of that PDA."

Harry turned and stuck his tongue out at Weasley and Draco retracted his hand. He rolled his eyes at the redheaded git.

"Bet if it was your sister with Harry you wouldn't care," Draco hissed.

"Actually, I would," Weasley snapped, "I don't want to see that. No matter who it is. That's why I always try to drag my partner off into a private place. Common courtesy and all that. So shove off, Ferret, I'm trying to be nice."

Draco was shocked into silence by the words. He reminded himself that Weasley was probably only trying to be nice to help Harry. He heard Granger talking, but tuned it out. He resumed eating and Harry nudged him. He looked up to see Granger looking at him expectantly.

"Sorry, did you say something to me?" Draco asked.

Weasley snorted and Granger elbowed him and gave him a vicious look.

"What I asked, er, Draco," she paused as though debating the name, "Was what you plan to do out of Hogwarts."

Draco was shocked, again. No one had ever asked him that besides teachers.

"I was planning to become a Potions Master," Draco answered, "That is what my family thinks is best as a cover."

"A cover?" Harry questioned curiously.

"Yes, they intend for me to carry out…" Draco paused and cleared his throat, "They intend for me to carry on the way they have. In the dark arts."

That certainly shut everyone up. For a moment. Harry tugged on his sleeve and Draco turned to look at him.

"What do you want to do?" he asked softly.

Draco's heart wrenched forward as though it wanted to break free and burst into Harry's chest. He looked deep into Harry's wide eyes and saw only care, love, and concern. His lips spread into the most genuine smile he'd ever actually had.

"I want to be a healer," Draco admitted.

His heart thudded hard against his chest. He'd never admitted that to anyone. He had only allowed himself a tiny corner of his mind titled "If I wasn't who I am…" and stuffed his dream of being a healer there. He never ever mentioned it to a soul and here he was spilling it to not just one person, but three. And three Gryffindors at that. But he didn't feel bad about it. He felt…good. Harry beamed up at him.

"You would be a great healer!" Harry exclaimed, "You're so sweet and caring."

Draco blushed and turned away sheepishly.

"Just don't tell anyone," he muttered, "It's a secret."

"You wanting to be a healer or you being sweet and caring?"

Draco looked up at Weasley in surprise. He hadn't realized the guy had been really listening.

"Er. Both, really," Draco answered.

Weasley stared hard into his eyes, a war raging behind his own. After what seemed like forever, Weasley's jaw set and a determination filled his eyes like Draco had never seen before.

"I'll take it to my grave," the redhead said in a quiet, fierce voice.

Draco wanted to make some snappy remark, but he knew this was the Gryffindor's way of saying he accepted him. He nodded at Weasl-Ron who turned his attention back to his plate. He glanced at Granger who was watching the events warily. Then he turned back at Harry who beamed at him and gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Draco let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Suddenly, he felt very much like he had friends. It was an awkward feeling, as he never really felt like that before. A million reasons why he shouldn't be friends with Gryffindors came to mind and he felt sick, but he quelled the feeling, allowing himself a small moment of victory and happiness before the dam broke loose.

Little note: A lot of people seem to think that Ron wouldn't be accepting so soon...But seriously, I think if Ron saw that Harry was happy, he would be glad. I think he'd still keep an eye on things, but I think he'd see the genuine care from Draco and the genuine happiness from Harry and just be happy for them. SO I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT! Thank you, have a nice day! ^_^