A/N: Thanks for the rewiews; here are a few answers that might help:

Miss Lesley: Hmm... Good question. I will try explaining everything about it as the story progress.

Bryjin: No! I thought you loved me! ;-; Hehe, joke. Going to read your story after writing this.

Eminem4ever: I'm tryin' . I have just started my education and I get tons of homework.

Sumisweet: I will, thanks for the support.

Disclaimer:(forgot it last time . ) I don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to jk... Puls out a bottle of poison and drinks it...

Unexpected chapter 2

Harry, still a bit daced, grabed his glases that, thanks to Madam Pumfrey, had been repaired.

'I'm not dreaming?'

"Madam Pumfrey? What is Dra... Malfoy doing here?"

When she did not answer, Harry looked at her. Her face was pale, her eyes wide of outher dissbelief.

"Madam Pumfrey? Why are you staring at me like that?"

That seemed to get her out off her dace.

"I... I... But... cough Mister Malfoy in some way succeded in sawing your life. You where dead! Even I couldn't save you. But after he did so he passed out."

Harry lowered his head, the information he had just gotten finaly hitting him.

'I... I was dead?! And Draco... Sawed me?!'

"Would you please get Dumbeldore to come here?"

Madam Pumfrey smiled.

"Of course, but get some sleep first."

Harry nodded and lay down. His head was so full of thoughts it took a while for him to sleep, even though he drank a sleeping potion.

When Harry awoke, he found himself to be in Dumbeldore's office.

"Ah, You are awake."

He turned his head to see Dumbeldore feeding Fawks.

Harry smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but Dumbeldore beet him to it.

"Yes Harry, you where indeed dead. Malfoy sawed you, but in a way that have only heard of, but never seen."

Harry blinked a few times.

"When a very powerfull wizard looses someone that they love, they can bring them back by transfering their life energy to the person. It is a VERY dangerous act and only three other wizards has ever succeded in performing a such ritual."

Harry gave a small laugh.

"That is not possible, Malfoy hates me."

Dumbeldore turned around and looked at Harry, giving him a small smile.

"The line beetween love and hate are very thin indeed, thiner than you can imagine.

Now, let's change the subject. The rumor has spread very fast around the death eaters that you are dead and has even reached Voldemort. From What I have heard, he was more than thrilled. It will give you a while with him of your back."

Harry noded, half in a dace, his thought far from Voldemort.

'Can it bee true? Does Draco love me?

When Harry returned to the Gryffindor house, he hadn't been there for two seconds before Ron and Hermione stormed into the room.

Harry was knocked over by both of them hugging him so tight he almost couldn't breath. When they finally let go, Harry noticed them both crying.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"Bloody hell no! You are here! It's damn good to have you back!"

Harry smiled at Ron, and then looked at Hermione. She was trying hard not to cry, but the tears still ran down her cheeks.

" 'Moiny, please stop, I'm still here."

She wipped her cheeks and put on a big smile.

"You are right, I, we, where just so afraid of loosing you."

Harry gave them both another hug.

"Now, I would like to rest, I will see you at dinner?"

"You count on it!"

Both Hermione and Ron yelled at the same time. Harry got into a fit of laughter and Ron and Hermione blushed.

Draco moaned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Glad to see that you are finally awake Mister Malfoy."

He looked up to see Madam Pumfrey's smiling face.

He gave a small smirk back, then looked around.

"Where is Ha... Potter?"

"Oh, he is just fine. He is back at the Gryffindor house."

"WHAT?!"

Draco wanted to jump out of the bed, but was too weak to move.

"Now, you take it easy. You have just been sleeping for five days."

"Five days?!"

"Yes. I suggest you get some food and then Dumbeldore is awaiting you."

Draco slowly made his way to Dumbeldore's office. He was still very weak and it took twice as long as normal to get there.

When he was finally there he slumped down in the nearest chair letting out a sight and trying to catch his breath.

"Good afternoon Draco."

Draco got a small chok, but then relaxed when he saw Dumbeldore.

"Good afternoon? I thought it was morning."

"Well, you have after all been sleeping for 5 days. Now, to the reason I called you here. Since when can you perform the Aria magic?"

Draco blinked.

"What the heck is that?"

"The magic you used to save Harry's life."

Draco's eyes widened.

"I... I was the one that saved Harry?!"

"Yes indeed. It is one of the strongest spells in the whole wizard world. It can only bee performed by the strongest wizards."

Draco smirked, his ego shining through.

"Only the strongest you say? Well I don't know to tell the truth. I can only remember as far as to where I carried Potter to the Hospital Wing."

"You do know that the magic can only be performed if you love the person you want to save more than life itself?"

"WHAT!!!!"

"It is a very unique gift and is said only to be given to one, ONE, wizard every 500 years. But I must warn you, if you do not use it carefully, you could very well die. Now, go join the rest of your house for dinner."

With that, Dumbeldore dissapeared into the shadows.

Draco looked around, stunned.

'You must love the person more than life itself? Do I really love Harry that much? Sigh, I think so.'

Slowly Draco got up and went to the Great Hall.

When he got there, a sobbing Pansy attacked him. He winched in pain and trew her off.

"Don't touch me..."

"But..."

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

Pansy just stared at him as he walked right her, limping to his seat.

He slumped down and once more tried to catch his breath. He slowly got it back and sat up straight. He felt like he was being watched and scanned the room with his eyes. His eyes locked with a pair of emerald green. His face softened from the pained expression he whore as he lost himself in those eyes. The eyes of Harry Potter.

A/N: I will write again as soon as I can, see ya!