Harry brushed his forehead with the back of his hand in relief as he set the mop and buckets down, finally finishing up his last detention task for the day. He stopped and leaned against the door then unconsciously brought his finger to his lips. The brief moment with the Slytherin played dreamily in his mind, making him beam uncontrollably. He placed his cool palms on his blushing cheeks and shook his head at his silliness.

What's the matter with me? Its not like it had meant anything. He thought to himself then pushed himself lazily off the door. He pressed his lips together where he had felt Malfoy's soft yet hasty ones just moments ago, trying to gather the experience again through the numbness that he felt in them.

Harry wasn't in his own mind at the time to register what exactly had happened. He was too worried about getting his chore done for the Hospital Wing keeper. It wasn't until after, that everything had begun to sink in. Getting him so lost in the dizzying after effect of it all, that he wasn't aware of himself mopping the floors more than they needed to be. Harry groaned to himself at his clouded mind.

"For crying out loud its Malfoy…he was being stupid" But deep inside, there was no denying that he had liked it. The kiss Malfoy had given him was something huge, only because no one had ever kissed Harry like the way he had. He rarely had any kisses, and the only kisses he ever got were from his best friend's parents. Motherly kisses, nothing more, nothing less. Nothing that he had always yearned for anyway.

Harry frowned.

Ugh, but its Malfoy…and he's a boy… he whined to himself then began walking towards his next destination. But he soon stopped suddenly in his tracks, realization of that last thought hitting him hard.

"Malfoy kissed me… And he's a boy!!" Harry groaned out loud and ran to the nearest bathroom gagging. Completely ignoring a man in a large picture frame, shaking his head at him.

~*~

Draco sat on the hospital bed Indian style and twirled a quill in his fingers thoughtfully. Many times he would dip the point of the quill into the ink but dries out as soon as he loses the thought in his mind. He looked at the vibrantly wrapped package at his side and gave it sad smile. With a sigh, he hid the small parcel and put away his stationary to get dressed for the day and to finally leave the dreaded Hospital Wing.

~*~

Harry watched the last of his House members pack away their things for the winter break trip, each year that he did always made him feel miserable inside. As soon as the first flake of snow hits the ground, that feeling seeps in. Cursing the holidays for what they were.

Everyone was of course excited. Excited for the break, excited to be reunited with family again. Excited for getting their Christmas gifts soon. All the anticipation from his Housemates had boggled Harry's mind, making him want to be anywhere but in the Gryffindor tower. Not that he wasn't part of the excitement himself.

Each year he would get presents from his friends and Godfather as well. He would sing the carols, and participate in the school's Christmas dinner party. All just the same as everybody else. But those students something he didn't during the holidays, and those were families.

Everyone had warm families to go home to and spend the holidays with, all except for him. His family during the holidays for the past few years had always consisted of Hagrid, his professors and the caretaker Filch, and who ever of the student body that remains at Hogwarts during that time of the year.

Every year, always the same. At first, it wasn't so bothering, because anywhere was better than going back home to his dreaded muggle family. Even if it meant to spend Christmas alone. Its not so bad, he was quite used to it, he thought as he watched Ron give him a sympathetic smile and wheeled his trunk out the dorm, in which Harry waved in return.

Yeah, its not too bad…

So why does it still hurt inside?

Oh sure, more than half of the people in Gryffindor had offered for him to come and join them for the holidays, their parents had even sent letters to him saying so. But he had always declined. Thinking that the holidays were meant for family time together. It just wouldn't feel right being with them during those precious times.

That is why he dreaded this time of the year.

Well that and Valentine's Day…but that's another story.

Harry frowned. He actually didn't know which was worse…

~*~

Once he had assured that everyone had gone home, Harry took a detour around the castle and sat alone in the snow covered field, deciding that star-gazing would clear up his mind. For an hour he must've waited out the freezing cold hoping that his 'pet' would still come by, but there was no sign of his beloved creature anywhere. He brought up his knees to rest his chin on them. Completely ignoring the dampness of the snow seeping in through his clothing.

Well it has been a good while since he had last seen it. It had probably thought that Harry had given up on him and returned back to its dream world. If that was the case, Harry didn't know what to do without it.

The creature had always left Harry feeling so alive and all the problems of the world would seem to disappear as Harry would communicate with it which surprisingly seemed to understand the boy. Well Charlie had said that dragons were very smart creatures, and Harry actually felt why Hagrid would miss his dragon so much when it was sent away. But his dragon…his dragon was special, he actually feels connected to it somehow. And now that it was gone, what could Harry do?

Harry didn't like that last thought, he was feeling very lonely with out it already.

He sighed, then rested his forehead on his knees, surrendering to the tranquility of the night and pushing all thoughts of tension out of his head by taking in deep, even breaths. A method of relaxation suggested by his godfather that had helped him keep his sanity from all those years of being imprisoned.

Speaking of which, when was the last time Sirius had contacted him? Harry shook his head on his knees. How much he wanted to be with him now.

"Sirius…" he muttered sadly to himself while picturing himself in his warm, strong arms.

Suddenly, as Harry was allowing his relaxation to take him further, a soft music from a flute of some sort played in the distance. Snapping him out of his relaxing trance.

The music played on and on and Harry just sat back and closed his eyes, allowing the soft yet sad tune to play into his mind. Who ever was playing it was really good and the tune of the flute matched the mood of the snow covered school really well. It almost sounded like it was telling a story. A sad, sad story of his lonely life, and how it had led him out to these snow covered fields. Harry sighed and decided to follow the music to the person playing it.

~*~

Draco's mindless wandering had led him to the outdoors, finally giving up on searching for his favorite rival. He was excited to find that he had the entire Slytherin dorm to himself this year. Well not exactly all to himself, there was Blaise who had stayed behind to 'look after' him and a few other underclassmen that he could easily bump off. Other than that, he rarely gets to see them.

Well who was he kidding, any Slytherin would hate Dumbledore and Harry Potter enough to want to go back home the first chance they got. Draco knew this and took the advantage to stay at Hogwarts this year. Hoping against hope that he could maybe lure the boy wonder into his den somehow and show him what he was.

It wasn't like there was much of a family to go back home to anyway.

Draco watched the air of his breath swirl around as he sighed sadly. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up to see a small hut blocking his path, belonging to none other than the school's groundskeeper. Draco debated whether he should approach the half giant who was seated outside on the steps, attempting to play his flute. But Draco was craving for anyone's company, he was just sorry that it had to be Hagrid.

Of all people.

…and he thought seeking out Harry Potter was bad enough.

Upon noticing Draco, Hagrid stopped playing, but as the smaller boy came and sat down next to him surprisingly, he continued to play. The look on the boy's face however made Hagrid stop again after a moment and set the tattered flute down in his lap.

"Lost yer way young Malfoy?, the school is in that direction" he pointed out with his flute. Draco just shrugged from where he had his arms crossed over his knees, feeling quite disappointed with himself.

"Believe me…I've never dreamed of ending up out here like this with you either, but I had no where else to go…" Hagrid snickered. The boy has grown up sure, but his sniveling Malfoy attitude hasn't changed a bit.

"Actually, I was looking for someone, thought he'd might end up here" he muttered in boredom, the loneliness of the school was finally getting to him making him rethink the decision he had made to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays. And sitting out in the freezing cold weather with Hagrid, wasn't helping his mood at all. Hagrid shifted in his seat thoughtfully then shrugged.

"Come to think of it…I haven't seen Harry at all lately, wonder where he is…?" Hagrid wondered then dismissed the thought and began playing again. Draco's head snapped up in shock and looked up at the older man surprised. He then looked away and rested his head back down over his arms slowly.

"Damn…so you're not as dumb as I thought you'd be. How did you guess I was looking for Harry?" Hagrid stopped his flute playing again. Truth be told, Hagrid didn't know that the Slytherin boy was looking for Harry. He was surprised of the matter of course, but wasn't in the mood to pester the boy.

"I don't know, maybe because Harry, Ron, and Hermione are the only ones that come to visit me. But with Ron and Hermione gone home for the break, that only leaves Harry. And I know he won't be goin' anywhere for the holidays" he said feeling sorry for the boy, and Draco had listened intently. The blonde sighed then shook his head.

"That's two Hagrid, you're starting to scare me…" Hagrid laughed heartily and began playing the flute again.

After a long moment of sitting through that obnoxious thing of a flute, Draco groaned to himself and stomped his feet on the snow-cleared ground.

"Can't you get a single tune right? That thing sounds horrid!" Hagrid scratched his beard and examined his flute.

"I think it sounds good enough to me, no one's listening"

"Yes but playing an instrument such as that needs delicacy, you're just brutal" Hagrid sighed annoyingly.

"A'right then, let me see you do better than this" Draco's gleaming eyes had narrowed then took out his wand. Hagrid began to worry.

"I'll show you how its done" Draco searched around him for something until he found a nearby branch, and with a quick swish of his wand, he turned it into a nicely carved flute. He brought the new object to his lips and closed his eyes in concentration. Within seconds, both the half giant and his pet dog were lulled into a beautifully sad melody.

A good while had passed but no one had bothered to notice, Draco and Hagrid were both lost in the soft tune of the flute. Draco's fingers played familiarly over the openings of the flute as memories of his youth flooded back into his conscious, reminding of just how happy and innocent he had been before Hogwarts. Even before Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

And even Harry Potter.

The world had been his personal playground and nothing would seem to delude him as long as he had his flute. He remembers playing his precious instrument for hours at a time, summoning grand creatures or demons accidentally that would appear before him just to listen to him play. The fairies that live in the glorious gardens at the Malfoy Mansion had become his audience and dared to venture out in broad daylight to dance happily to his sweet melodies. He had even been dubbed the child of the sun by the fairy folk and their neighboring garden gnomes. So sweet and innocent the boy had played that his music had brought light to the gloomy surroundings of the Mansion. His personal audience had marveled at his ability to do so, yet the young Draco wasn't aware of anything around him when he played. An innocent child he was, that is…until innocent he was no more.

It was sad what the powers of the dark forces were able to do to a sun child. Everyone had to watch on sadly as the once sweet child had to be molded into becoming the perfect Death Eater.

Hagrid watched intriguingly as two blue orbs flitted out shyly from among the brush of the Forbidden Forest and circled Draco round and round. Hagrid gasped excitedly as he recognized them as two ice fairies, newly born in the wake of the fallen winter.

It was a shame, he had thought after watching them dance around Draco amusingly. Their soft and radiant blue glow complemented the boy's pale features. Forgetting for a moment that this was the Malfoy heir. Hagrid clapped for them cheerfully.

To corrupt a boy, a beautifully grown boy with the powers of the darkness when he was much better off with his innocence, it was like tainting blood with lethal poison. Hagrid frowned suddenly feeling bad for the brat. Watching him standing there gracefully with the flute raised to his lips in perfect posture. His pale features gleamed in the white of the new snow when the fairies were far from him, making him seem like he wasn't capable of being a future limb for the darkness. No, not at all. He was too good for them, and the fairies…

They only come out for the innocent, that's what attracts them the most to be able to work their magic on… Hagrid sighed inwardly.

Without the Death Eaters corrupting him, Draco could've been somewhat like Harry…

And maybe…He could've liked Draco then.

~*~

Obviously, a pair of curious, emerald eyes belonging to a certain Gryffindor had also agreed. For awhile Harry had found the source behind the tune and stood in background watchful. Thinking that one step towards them, would ruin the heartfelt scene before him. Draco with a flute, hypnotizing a half giant and his dog and attracting fairies while he was at it. He didn't even care to think why Draco was at Hagrid's to begin with. He was more intrigued with the way he was playing the flute. Moving gracefully to every tune that he played as if the boy had been playing for years. He actually brought a smile to Harry's face.

Sadly, the music had come to a stop and the boy had brought his flute down to his side proudly. A long applause and cheering were heard from Hagrid and the fairies as well. They had loved Draco so much that they decided to stay with him to play. The cheering had died down, then a third applause was heard in the background. Draco watched almost wide-eyed as Harry approached them, clapping.

"Well done Draco, well done. That was…quite the performance" he said and Draco crossed his arms over his chest smugly.

"Quite impressive, eh? Hagrid here was boring me with his horrible attempt at playing, so I had to do something about it" Hagrid smiled.

"Yep, it shut me up good. I'm done for as far as flutes go. Maybe the banjo…" both Harry and Draco stole amused glances at each then laughed, shaking their heads.

"No…Hagrid I don't think that be any good either" the laughs had died down and both boys stood gazing at one another thoughtfully. Finally acknowledging each other's presence.

"Harry…" Draco said with a slight nod. Harry smiled.

"Draco…" Hagrid watched them both confused.

"Hagrid…" the elder man announced, planting his hands on his chest. The boys laughed again, then sat down on the steps to warm up against the open fire. Hagrid then ran inside after feeling the tension between the two mount and said something about making hot chocolate to drink. Harry broke the silence first.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" Draco shrugged after considering the question, not taking his gaze off the starry night sky.

"I was looking for you…" Harry then followed his gaze towards the skies as well.

"No I mean, why haven't you gone home for the holidays. You always did before" a pause, then:

"Do you want me to go?" Draco asked, Harry shrugged slowly.

"I don't care, I was just wondering…" Draco sighed.

"My parents aren't home for the holidays…" Harry lowered his gaze down to the sparkling snow and watched the blue fairies trace patterns in it.

"I heard about your father…I'm sorry" he said calmly. Draco just snickered.

"No you're not" Harry looks up at him.

"Pardon me?" Draco then smiles and looks into his bright green orbs.

God…he thought. Even in the depressing winter he was beautiful. His face was pale and the chilly air had tinted his cheeks pink, and that jet black hair of his was tossed lightly in the mountain winds, falling over his pale skin as if he were the Snow White character in the fairy tales.

He wondered what Harry would do if he was just able to cuddle a bit with him for warmth. The mood set was perfect. Outside under the velvety night skies, under the stars. The atmosphere was silent and cold, but an open fire roared in front of them to warm up against. It was perfect, but all he was missing were his lips on Harry's, devouring him whole. Those cold whipped lips were begging to be sucked on.

Draco's wandering eyes went back to the confused look on Harry's face then looked back up to the skies.

"You've always hated my father, how could you be sorry for him now?" Harry looked away feeling slightly guilty.

"Yes and I still do, he's done some pretty bad stuff. I just feel bad for you for putting up with the fact that he's your father, and that he's…" Harry broke off, not wanting to urge the Slytherin any further. Draco sighed feeling agitated for bringing up personal matters.

"Well I don't need your sympathy Potter, its not like he'll die he's just--"

"…like the Longbottoms" Harry continued sadly, making Draco freeze. He had heard about them, but there was no way that he was going to watch his father waste away insanely like them. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's are known to be fighters.

"No. I refuse to believe that…"

"Draco…"

"God just shut up Harry…my father isn't like them. It was just ONE Crutio curse, he'll make it, he'll fight it" he ran his gloved hand through his hair that had curtained the emotion that displayed in his eyes. He exhaled and squeezed his throbbing temples.

"That's all it takes to lose your mind I know, and it wasn't done by just anybody. Voldemort--"

"Shut up!" Draco yelled and Harry fell silent. After a long, awkward pause between them, Draco shook his head.

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be…I'm going to avenge my father…I've never really wanted to be among Vold--, um the Dark Lord's ranks anyway" Draco muttered while rubbing his eyes. Harry was actually glad to hear this, he didn't want to be fighting against Draco. Not when he was starting to like him. Harry planted his hand on Draco's back and leaned in close.

"Don't be afraid to say his name, that would only make you weaker. You're intentions are good Draco, just don't let your emotions get the best of you" Harry encouraged with a smile and Draco watched him amused.

"You sound like fucking Dumbledore…" Harry laughed, bowing his head. Hearing him laugh was nice. Draco hissed and kept rubbing his temples profusely.

"Hey, you alright?"

"I'm fine, I have a headache"

"Here, let me see"

"I said I'll be…" Draco stopped as Harry held his head and brought it down to rest in Harry's lap. Harry massaged his head and neck soothingly trying to calm him down. Draco just blinked.

"Relax…" He ordered calmly but Draco started grumbling to himself irritably. Harry rolled his eyes at his complaining and smacked Draco's forehead.

"Ow!"

"I said relax idiot! I'm only helping" he yelled then felt the other boy sag his shoulders in defeat. Draco rested his hand on his Harry's knee and allowed the other boy to pet him like a kitten.

Like a kitten…

His dragon self had missed the feeling…

Maybe being the dragon isn't so bad after all. It does bring him closer to Harry.

"Aah that feels good…" Draco muttered into his pants, making Harry laugh.

"You know, you would always get headaches, bad tempers and wrinkles for stressing yourself out a lot. Take it easy and people could actually get to like you better, Draco"

"Yeah sure… hey Harry, I have some tension down here" Harry blinked while blushing, and the fairies gasped and hid their tiny faces giggling.

*Grin*

*Smack*

"Arg!"

"DRACO!"

Yeah…maybe, just maybe, for Harry's sake, he will give animagi another shot.

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys, this story will still be continued no matter what. Thanks for your patience everyone and I apologize again!