Personally, I feel like all would not be well after the abuse and stuff these characters had to go through. But that's just my opinion. On with the show!

"Mornin'," Draco greeted. Harry looked up at him.

"Morning. Be easy on the first years, don't scare them." Harry looked kind of surprised to be greeted by Draco on the way to breakfast.

"I'm not scary," Draco countered. He put on his best smile.

"Okay, I'll believe you." Harry walked ahead and Draco couldn't help but want to chase after him. He tried to keep at Harry's pace, walking next to him.

"What are you going to be teaching today?" Draco asked. Harry looked up from the papers in his hand to address Malfoy.

"I'm taking it slow with them for the first week. The first years are brand new, after all. I'm thinking werewolves, I mean their rights have skyrocketed in the past few years. It's not their fault they have to deal with it!" Harry smiled as he showed newspaper clippings about discrimination against werewolf employment.

"I see," Draco replied.

"What are you teaching today?" Harry returned the question with a smirk.

"Well, I'm thinking healing potions for the sixth years. Some aren't too difficult." Draco smiled at Harry because here they were, having a conversation.

They kept having conversations and were quite close friends by the beginning of October. Draco had made an effort to better his flirting skills from those he had tried in school.

"Morning, Harry," Draco said absentmindedly as he entered the hall on October 10th. Harry's head snapped up and he looked over at the blond man.

"What did I say?" Draco asked, concerned. Did he do something wrong. Harry was looking at him with the most bewildered look on his face.

"You called me Harry," he replied. Draco felt the blood rushing to his cheeks as he realized that was the first time he had used his first name in the eleven years he had known Harry Potter.

"Oh, did I?" Draco asked. Was Harry mad? He couldn't tell.

"Yeah… Draco." Harry looked over at Malfoy with a small smile.

"Oh." Draco and Harry spent the rest of breakfast discussing the most dangerous hexes they had seen performed by students. When they left to prepare for their first classes of the day they heard whispers of Professor Malfoy and Professor Potter. They ignored them as teachers tend to do when they have somewhere to be.

Classes and life continued as normal. Draco and Harry were friends, but not much else. Draco still sucked at flirting, but he seldom tried anymore.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

Was heard whenever they passed each other in the hall, but since September, it evolved from a curt tone to a more welcome tone as if they were happy to see each other and did not bother hiding it anymore.

They were happy, but Harry knew he could ruin it. He tended to ruin things. Everything good in his life was taken away, always. He never got what he wanted because it wasn't what he was supposed to want. He wanted Draco as his friend, but could Draco be taken away?

Draco was struggling in a different way entirely. Every night he couldn't believe that Harry James Potter was his friend. The guy he had fancied since third year. He tried to push the feelings down, deep inside himself. Hide them. He wanted this, but was it worth the risk? No. It wasn't. All he could do was hope and pray that he would get his way, but he wasn't going to. He was Draco Malfoy, nothing came easy.

People hated him for his last name.

He was not going to be loved because he did not deserve love. He would take the friendship he has been given and not ask for anymore because they might realize how horrid he really is. They might see through his lies and facade to the pain behind every smile.

He wanted to be friends.

I really should stop skipping time, but it's so much fun! I'm sorry this one is short! Please review. I'd like to thank everyone because I just got my first review and it made me incredibly happy. Thank you so so much!

Love and Peaches, Jay Rose