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Harry was in his dorm, on his wrinkled bed sheet, reading his favorite Quidditch book. It was a sunny Saturday, but Harry didn't feel like going outside. Or, he likely didn't want to see the couples that were snogging on the oak wood benches outside. Harry had taken a liking in no one this year, or not anyone that he would want to admit that to. Harry had liked Ginny for a while in their sixth year, but their relationship had developed into a platonic loving friendship that both Harry and Ginny enjoyed. The Weasleys were like family to Harry in many ways. Harry was finishing the seventh chapter in his book, when Pigwideon, Ron's and Ginny's owl, flew to his window. Harry jumped off the bed and walked to the window. He opened it slightly and let the tired owl in. The owl stuck out its left claw, producing a little letter that was addressed, Ron and Hermione. Harry untied the letter from the owl's leg and tore of the red seal. He glimpsed at the window as the owl flew back out. Harry pulled the letter out and began reading.

Dear Harry,

Hello from both of us! We hope you're doing well! Molly is being so nice to us while we are here. The house is so empty without everyone here. Molly and Arthur are the only ones here, and it seems that more of the Weasleys should be here helping them repair the Burrow.

Harry paused reading and remembered that awful day. Harry remembered the day that Bellatrix and other death eaters came and burnt down the only home that Harry had ever felt safe and wanted in. That was over a year ago, and luckily the fire didn't burn down the interior structure before it was put out. Harry was terrified that day, and he was lucky he got to Ginny before anything happened to her. Harry read on.

What we planned has gone perfectly and everyone thinks it's perfect. We are going to tell you all the details when we get back. Also, we will be visiting in a week to catch up with things. I hope we can see you soon!

Love,

Hermione and Ron

Harry smiled and put the letter on his dresser. He decided that he would rather not stay inside on such a perfect day. He grabbed his cloak off his chest at the end of his bed and walked out of the door. Harry walked until he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. He quickly said the password, Checker, and walked out the door. He ran down the stairs and started to walk down the hall. He was wandering, lost in thought, until he reached the big doors that led outside. Harry pushed the door open and paused as a ray of warm sun lit up his face. He slowly walked outside, enjoying the feeling of grass crunching beneath his feet. Harry walked halfway around the perimeter of the castle and then walked towards the lake. Benches were lined up all along the water's edge and Harry could see figures sitting and enjoying the sun. Harry walked to a bench and stood gazing out over the water. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spotted a figure on the bench he had not noticed earlier. He turned, and as he was about to say hello to the figure, he gasped. There, obviously asleep, was Draco Malfoy. Of course, Harry hadn't expected to see Draco here, but what caught him off guard was the sheer beauty and vulnerability of the person laying in front of him. Draco laid with his head tilted back, resting on the arm of the bench. His hair was slightly fanned out across his forehead, which was tilted towards the sun, illuminating his pale blond hair. Sunlight gently touched his face, as if it was placed there on purpose, and shown on his delicate features, making him seem ghost like and fragile. His black robes were draped over the edge of the bench, just inches away from the ground. Harry was startled. He had never seen Draco this way. Harry had seen him with anger and hatred twisting his features and turning his face red. He had seen him with a bored expression. He had seen him with a distant and cool expression placed upon his face. But harry had never seen Draco Malfoy look so…. vulnerable and real and…. Pretty, Harry thought, but he instantly shook that thought away. Harry looked back to Draco's face and saw a small smile playing at the corners of Draco's mouth. Harry looked towards the castle and then back at Draco's face. The smile was gone. He must have imagined it. Harry quickly walked away from the bench. He didn't stop walking until he got to his room. There, he slumped down on his bed to think.

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Draco was sitting on a bench by the lake and lazily watching the water. He sighed and laid his head down on the arm of the bench. He tilted his face towards the sun and let the warm rays relax his features. He closed his eyes and stayed like this for a moment. He then sat up and looked at the Hogwarts castle just in time to see Harry walk out of the doors. Draco watched as Harry kept his head down and his hands in his pockets as he walked toward the lake. Towards Draco. Draco sighed again and fell back into the bench's arm. He closed his eyes again. He heard footsteps coming closer and closer to him. They stopped right by his bench. He heard someone turn and gasp audibly. He knew that gasp. All was silent after that. Of course, Draco knew that Harry was right there, looking at him, and he willed himself not to blush. He opened his eyes slightly so that his eyelashes hid his eyes. He saw Harry looking around. What is that git still doing here? Admiring the view, are you, Potter? Draco thought. He smiled slightly, but Harry looked at him and he stopped. He then saw Harry quickly rush away and back into Hogwarts. What was that? Draco thought as he sat up. He recalled the way Harry looked at him. Harry seemed…. surprised? Stunned? Draco didn't know. He would…. talk…to Harry later.