A new day. To Harry, the new day meant happiness, a chance to see Draco, for he had become lost now, intoxicated in a world where Draco made everything ok. Well at least in the morning before he had eaten to gain enough strength to fight the curse. To Draco the new day was something to dread, for in the next week he was going to be visiting the home, his home, the home of his upbringing, his childhood. He was truly frightened.

Harry didn't seem to notice Draco's stress had he happily buttered his bread in obliviation, only knowing that he and Draco had kissed the night before, and that he and Draco had created memories. He didn't notice Ron glaring at Draco with a look that could kill either. He didn't notice anything.

Ron couldn't stand it anymore. Apparently, sitting down at the house table and listening to Hermione talking about the 'date' they were going to go on the next Saturday wasn't enough to distract him for the anger bubbling in he throat. Jumping up of the bench he was perched on, he strode across the room to where Draco was sitting, eyes far away with thought. "You." He said, jabbing a finger into Draco's shoulder as he hissed the word into his ear from behind. "We need to talk. Now."

Draco arched an eyebrow at him slowly, as did some other curious looking Gryffindor. Then he sighed, knowing the look in Ron's eyes was an 'I'm currently not taking no for an answer, please try calling again later' look. "Whatever…just not here okay?" he glanced back at his housemates, who had now moved on to muffled giggling and smirking. He didn't really care. All of a sudden, since this curse, everything revolved around Harry and making sure he was alright. He was going to his house because of him. Running his fingers though his hair he got up and followed Ron outside. He didn't need anymore problems.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ron snapped, pacing the room only to glance up at Draco in distaste before resuming his pacing. "What the hell was going through your head?"

Draco leaned against the wall. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Colin." Ron hissed between gritted teeth.

For a second Draco's face looked so totally black that Ron way almost sure he had no idea what he was saying. But then the realization hit him so hard his already pale face went white.

"Oh shit. That's the sexy Gryffindor boy isn't it?" Draco said softly.

"Your boyfriend." Ron snapped angrily.

"I can totally explain." Draco said. By Ron's more than pissed face, he decided to just start right away.

"I was walking past the dungeons during prefect duty and I saw him there after hours working on some potions." Draco started hurriedly. "I told him he wasn't supposed to be there so late, but he asked for a couple more minutes. Either I was really horny or he's just really hot, but I started flirting with the little thing. Oh course, since it's me and all, he snatched up the bait as quickly as he could and soon we were making out."

He paused, noticing Ron's disgusted expression. "So you just used him to relive your sexual tension?" he rebuffed.

Draco shrugged. "Yeah, I do that a lot. But this was all before Potter's…thing came up. So he started talking to me and stuff and he's freaking sexy so I played along with him. One night after we had gone particularly further than any other time, he asked me if he was my boyfriend. I was wondering if I could finally get him to do me if I said yes, so I said yes. He was delighted and he let me touch him a bit, but no more. Damn tease. He got me wanting him, wanting it with him, so eventually I got pissed at him for not letting him in and started ignoring him. I guess I've forgotten about him."

"But he hasn't forgotten about you." Ron sighed. "You need to stop doing that."

Draco breathed deeply. "I need to dump him." He said resolutely, clenching and unclenching his hands at his sides. 'Another unpleasantly.' He thought bitterly.

Ron looked at him, eyebrows drawn together. There was obvious flecks of worry shimmering in his eyes beneath the blue. "Please," he wavered, trying to sound gruff but failing miserably. "Please, don't hurt Colin, but don't let Harry know about this. He's already…" Ron trailed off, turning his gaze pleadingly unto Draco.

Draco's throat felt tight with emotion as he watched Ron, and then watched a particular portrait behind him of a man, stately looking, with grey hair, sleeping in his picture frame. "I'll try my absolute best." He said sincerely.

Ron did a sharp intake of breath, and then the sudden spurt of sensitivity was gone, and he strode back into the great hall, glancing behind him to give Draco a warning glare.

Harry was practically dying in his history of magic class. Of course, it wasn't as if goblin gold wasn't particularly interesting, with its currency rate and balanced weight analogy but, he felt hot and cold at the same time, there was a horrible draft in the room, and Dean's leg was rubbing awfully close to his. Lucky thing he wasn't horny.

He tried sitting back in his chair, leaning into the wooden piece of furniture and ineffectively loosening his top button and tie to get some air. He felt so hot, so hot in this room. He knew he was flushed and that his hair was sticking to his forehead. He must've looked terrible at the moment, but he didn't care, he felt so hot. Then suddenly, the heat was gone and he was left feeling deathly cold, his lips chapping at the thought.

"Harry, are you okay? You look…weird." Said Dean, who was doodling idly in his notebook. Harry put his hand over his stomach. All he could think about was Draco. He wanted Draco right now. "I don't feel too good." He whispered. Dean's hand shot up with the question "Could Harry be excused please?" On his lips. The professor sighed, but upon seeing Harry's face, sent him to the nurse.

'You can do this man.' Draco thought, fisting his hands nervously as he looked over the bookshelf to the fragile-looking boy sitting at a table, studying some old book or other. Draco ran his fingers through his hair and then walked towards Colin with an assuredness in his steps that he did not feel.

Colin looked up with a sharpness that scared him to the core. Who knew such soft, huge brown eyes with such thick long lashes could look so deadly?

"Hi…" he said. Colin looked back down at his book and slowly closed it before looking back up at Draco. The fierceness in his eyes was gone now, leaving only a pool of tears. "Where you been?" he whispered, playing with a dog ear on his book.

Draco shrugged. "Busy." He said. Colin's eyes widened.

"Too busy for me?" he said, still gazing down at his book. Draco was apparently too slow in answering because as he thought for something to say, he saw a tear splatter unto Colin's tightly clutched book, followed quickly by another.

Draco felt helpless. "Colin…" he whispered, walking forward. Colin shook his head fiercely. "Go away." he whimpered. "Please. I know you don't love me, never did love me, will never love me. It's okay. Just go. I can't bear to touch you."

Draco turned, feeling pathetic and walked quickly out of the library, not wanting to see the 17 year old sobbing over a charms book. Just as quickly as he was running out, Ron ran in, brushing past him as if he had never existed. He stood at the doorway and watched Ron walk up to the still-crying boy and lean down beside him, whispering something into his ear.

To Draco's surprise, Colin actually cracked a smile, the tiniest of smiles, but a smile nonetheless before letting Ron gather him into his arms. They looked perfect together, Ron's bigger, buffer, taller, more masculine body holding Colin, who currently looked despairingly breakable. He was sorry for what he had caused but something told him that Colin wasn't going to be upset for very long.

He was walking down the corridor absently when he spotted Harry, looking rather green, doing the same thing. "Oi, Potter." He said. "What's up? You look dreadful."

Harry rose to meet his eyes and the green color immediately drained from his face, leaving a healthy looking blush.

"Draco." He breathed, walking forward. "There you are. I had to…see you."

Draco watched the way his devastatingly long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks as he looked at the ground. Draco chuckled softly. "Well, you're seeing me alright." He said good-naturedly. Harry laughed along with him, never once taking his eyes off Draco. 'So beautiful.' He thought in wonder.

"Oh hey, I'll be going away this Saturday. Something confidential." Draco said. Before he could see the look of deathly upset on Harry's delicate features, he walked forward and held unto Harry's shoulder, bending forward to whisper into his ear. "It's the curse Harry. I'm going to go try and find the cure."

Harry's eyes widened and he knew because he felt those lengthy eyelashes brush against the skin of his neck. "You'll be rid of me." He kidded. Harry's arms went around him suddenly, capturing him, enveloping him, one at his head, one wrapped around his waist. Draco drew a sharp intake of breath. Harry's body felt so hot against his. He could hardly breathe. He was taller than Harry by a good half- head, so he tucked Harry's head under his chin and breathed in his scent.

'No one else can make me feel like this.' He realized, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart. Harry's body pressed closer. "Draco." He whimpered. "Whatever you do, I don't care. Just,"

Here he turned those gorgeous green eyes on Draco. "Be safe."

Draco gave a smile, a genuine one. Harry Potter was truly something different than he'd ever seen.

"You actually care about me?" he said quietly.

"You're all I care about."

There was a silence between them. Then, "You would think that, but you know it's only because of the curse." Draco said, because he had to, not because he wanted to. Harry nodded, not believing because he wanted to, but because he had to. What he really wanted was to hold Draco and tell him how much he loved him. But he didn't love him, and he had to keep telling himself that before he went mad.

But somewhere along the line of their…relationship, they had moved from enemies to people who had learned to tolerate each other. To him, Draco had almost become a friend, well a comrade at the very least anyways, though he wasn't sure about Draco himself. He was too scared to ask too…

"So…see you around?" Draco said, patting his shoulder. Harry gave a shy smile and nodded. But he couldn't help but hug Draco before they parted. Draco pulled him back, knowing he wanted more, so much more. But part of that more he couldn't give. Not in the hallway anyways. But the other part…

He pressed his lips to Harry's gently, making sure to let the other boy know that he was important. Harry melted into his arms as Draco caressed both his cheeks.

He watched Draco walk away, the blush still lingering on his cheeks.

On Saturday Harry stayed in bed, not wanting to get up and do anything. He knew it would only make him think about Draco, who he was currently thinking about even as he lay in his dorm room. But he didn't want to get up and think about him because he knew he would rush downstairs, still in his black boxers, and cry or something else desperately girly like that, begging Draco to stay.

Draco would humor him of course, depending on how many people were around and possibly even kiss him again. But then he wouldn't be able to let Draco go. He would clutch to him and sob like a pathetic child losing his mother. Harry was not a waling child, he knew that. The curse had made him soft, but he was going to resist this for as long as he could. He hated Draco, he hated Draco, he hated Draco…he loved him.

Draco was standing in the great hall, waiting to get picked up by the ministry. He'd done this sot of thing before, ministry work, undercover work, but never like this. He'd never felt so worried about himself, wondering what was going to happen to him, knowing that he was in danger and was actually going out to save the life of another. Someone who actually cared about him, even if it was only the curse.

He was surprised to see Hermione Granger walking towards him, with a determined expression on her face. He hadn't seen much of the brown-haired girl, even through Harry's tormented times. She probably had been in the library the past few weeks looking up some sort of cure for Harry. That was how she always worked anyways.

"Draco." She said holding her head high. Draco arched and eyebrow at her curiously. "Granger…" he acknowledged.

"I know you and Harry have been enemies for a really long time now. I know that you hate him and underneath the curse he hates you too." Hermione said. "But please don't make that keep you back from giving your all out to help him." She sat down beside Draco, making him curl his lip in distaste, but he didn't say anything.

"I don't want to hurt him. He's not worth my time." He hissed, looking at the ground. That wasn't the reason though. He would never let anyone but Harry see him for what he truly was, insecure, scared, and compassionate. No, that would be revealing too much, making him too translucent.

Hermione sighed. "I'm pretty sure that you'll find some information about your grand-uncle. I've been reading up on him, and I'm absolutely certain he lived in Malfoy Manor. Look everywhere, dig up the yard if you have to, though I'm also sure its in one of the rooms. Something is there though. He was that type of man, keeping loads of journals and things like that. It would be almost impossible not to see anything about him anywhere." Hermione finished, getting up.

Draco nodded his head. "I'll try my best."

Harry stood at his window and watched Draco walk outside to the ministry car waiting for him. He looked so gorgeous, hair blowing in the wind, serious look on his face. Harry's stomach clenched. He would miss him. Right at the last second, before Draco sat down, he turned and looked straight up at Harry. Harry blushed, frozen in place. Draco kissed two of his fingers and then grinned and blew it in Harry's direction. Harry's legs felt weak, and he knew he looked just as needy as he imagined he would, while Draco looked calm and collected as if he had just come off the cover of a magazine. He smiled back. 'Be safe…'

Thank you to my reviewers:

Gaara123-one order of smex, coming up!

Kitten-yah! new reviewer!

narutolovesme-me too, which is why i used that pairing. i wanted it to e so absurd that you guys would never think that it could be serious (which it isnt lol)

LingLing20009-sorry bout the grammer, i fixed it though

SailorFroststar11- excatly my train of thought my friend...

PENGUiN2006MASTER- lol thanks!!

crazycats5-yah new reviewer! welcome to the club, we have jackets.

??-lol thanks. colin/draco repulses me too

YaoiFanGirl-lol, well pretend it doesnt exisist, its what i do!

Sorry for being so so so late. So much work and i was in some trouble at home and a bunch of stuff. but everythings updated now.