You say everything when you say nothing.

Chapter two

Draco had decided that for the best result he should stay at Godric's hollow. After Harry's display of annoyance at Draco's presence the blonde wasn't so sure it was going to be as easy as he had first assumed.

At breakfast the following day the three of them sat at the kitchen table, Draco and Hermione deep in conversation while Harry sat there shovelling his cereal into his mouth. The Slytherin watched his behaviour with fascination as he finished his meal and stood up to leave.

"Can I come please Harry?" Draco asked. Harry shrugged, gave him a 'like I have a choice look' and kept walking. The blonde followed and realised where the other man was heading.

"I don't have a swimming costume Harry, could you lead me one?"

Harry gave an exasperated sigh, backtracked to collect another one and one the way past threw it at him accompanied with a towel.

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Harry dived head first into the clear, cold out door swimming pool, it was nearing winter and Draco couldn't help but gasp at how cold it was as he lowered himself in.

In the end he gave up and sat at the edge paddling his feet in the water and contented himself by watching Harry do laps. He had to mentally kick himself when he found himself thinking how hot Harry looked.

The one major rule where he worked was never fall in love with your clients. The consequences would be disastrous; he dreaded to think what they would do to him.

He was so deep in thought he hadn't noticed that Harry had got out of the swimming pool and sat down beside him with a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He only noticed when he was delivered a sharp poke in the ribs by the man sitting next to him.

Draco was slightly unnerved by the mischievous smile that he was wearing, he looked at Harry with suspicion before his towel was ripped from his shoulders and he was pushed into the freezing water.

"What is it with you and getting me completely soaked." Draco asked when he resurfaced, climbing gracefully out of the pool just in time to see Harry shrug, smile and walk off.

This isn't going to be easy. Draco thought to himself as he started following Harry. Usually his patients were depressed and he certainly wasn't that, he was to happy to be depressed. He was going to have to resort to magic.

The rest of the day was spent in the stables caring for the horses, Harry watching contently as Draco helped him feed and water all three of them.

In the past four years he had never felt this...happy. In fact he couldn't remember an emotion of this capacity ever being in his life before now.

As the two men made there way back to the house for dinner in silence Harry put his hand in Draco's and squeezed it slightly before withdrawing it and blushing slightly.

The blonde watched in fascination as he did this, it was as if Harry was trying to tell him something without speaking and the Gryffindor had got the message across pretty well, he was falling for the Slytherin.

"You're a really confusing person Harry, I just can't figure out what you want or in fact what's wrong. Why won't you speak?"

Harry stopped walking, when Draco looked back at the other man he noticed that his eyes were closed and glistening tears were trickling down his cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you cry." Draco practically ran forward and embraced the other who returned the hug, snuggling his face into the nape of the blondes neck.

Hermione who had just looked out of the window to see whether or not the other two were coming to dinner and she had seen them. Standing in the middle of the open grounds in each others arms. She smiled; maybe Draco will help Harry more than I thought he would. She thought casually.

So the end of another chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it. Any ideas for this fic would be appreciated.