Fighting Normality.
The second and final part.

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Hagrid's face creased slightly. "Why d'yeh ask, Harry?" he answered, gesturing for Harry to sit down.
"Um... it was just something he said," Harry replied, now thinking it really hadn't been a good idea to ask him.
"Well, Draco turned spy, just like Snape did in the summer." Harry was shocked. Firstly, Hagrid had called Draco by his first name, and secondly... Draco wasn't with Voldemort?
"Oh," said Harry.
Hagrid looked at Harry hard, and then said something that was almost as shocking as the last piece of information had been.
"Yeh know, Harry, Draco won't have many friends now. I never thought I'd say it, but yeh might want ter be friendly to him, eh?"

After the conversation with Hagrid, Harry was continuing his walk around the lake, reflecting on what the groundskeeper had said. Be friendly to Draco? He didn't know if he could. For heaven's sake, he couldn't even talk to Ron and Hermione about what troubled him, how could he talk to Malfoy? He headed off to dinner, and sat beside his two supposed best friends. He glanced over at the Slytherin table, and Draco caught his eye. He was sitting in silence, eating. The rest of the Slytherins were ignoring him, but occasionally throwing disdainful looks in his direction. Maybe it was time to swallow his pride and talk to him...

When Malfoy got up, Harry shovelled the rest of his dinner into his mouth and rose, too.
Following Malfoy was no easy job. In the few seconds it had taken Harry to finish his meal, Draco had managed to get outside. Sprinting, Harry caught up to the pale boy.
"Wait!" he cried, a stitch in his side. Maybe this was all a bad idea?
Draco stopped, looking puzzled. Was Harry going to punch him? As much as he hated Draco, he thought even Harry wouldn't go to this effort, just to start an argument.

God, he looks so sexy, thought Harry, as Draco started at Harry quizzically.
"Well, um..." began Harry, feeling like an idiot.
"I heard you weren't with Voldemort and I was just wondering if you'd like to be friends with me, since the Slytherins can't be feeling very hospitable towards you?" he said, hurriedly, regretting he'd ever looked at the Slytherin table.
"Okay..." replied Draco, slowly. Harry smiled, both looking and feeling extremely relieved.
"So, uh, want to go for a walk?" asked Draco, appearing (if this was possible) nervous.

Half an hour later, it was nearly pitch-black. Harry sand Draco were sitting comfortably in the same garden as they last time they'd spoken, or rather, argued. Harry found Draco understood what it was like to see someone die, and what the hollowness inside you felt. The conversation had lapsed into a pleasant silence, which Draco broke.
"Did anyone ever tell you you have the most amazing eyes in the universe?" he said breathlessly.
"No," replied Harry, hardly daring to believe that Draco found him attractive.
"Well, you do..." trailed off Draco, leaning closer to Harry.
Before either of them knew what was happening, their lips had made contact. Hungrily, passionately they kissed, neither one wishing to suppress the desire they each felt. Suddenly, and far too soon for Harry, Draco pulled away.
"I'm sorry," he started, but Harry placed a finger on the Slytherin's mouth.
"I'm not," replied Harry. Draco smiled in the darkness, and found Harry's lips once again.