They sat on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, looking at the sky.

Draco sighed, his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Draco?" Harry said, nuzzling Draco's hair.

"Yes?"

"You're so beautiful."

Draco said nothing. He only smiled, looking at the azure blue sky.

"You want to go back for Defense Against the Dark Arts? There's still an hour and a half left," Harry said, slowly brushing his fingers against Draco's pale, smooth cheek. "Although personally, I would rather just sit here."

"Well, let's just go for what you like then." Draco grinned.

Harry leaned closer to Draco and kissed him, surprising Draco with his sudden passion. But Draco made no objection and kissed him back, running his fingers through Harry's jet-black hair.

"Maybe we should go back," Harry said, muttering against Draco's lips. "Ron would get suspicious."

"Well," Draco said. "Who cares?"

Then he closed up the small distance between him and Harry, catching Harry's lips with his own.

Suddenly, Harry felt that he couldn't care less about Ron.

*

"Where were you?" Ron whispered. "You were missing for the rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson!"

"I was looking for Draco."

"Are you kidding? With the Marauder's Map and all, you could have found him in two minutes! You didn't need two hours." Ron raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"Well… Well I couldn't find it. I didn't know where it was."

Ron nodded, seeming to buy the explanation. Hermione, however, who had been listening silently, looked knowingly at both Harry and Draco. Draco promptly turned a little pink.

"Ah. Erm," Harry said awkwardly. "We'd better listen in to the lesson."

At the end of Care for Magical Creatures, Hermione wanted a private word with Harry. Harry had no choice but to ask Draco to go talk to Ron, and Harry could see that both Draco and Ron were highly mortified by the suggestion. But, as Harry pointed out, Ron had agreed to be nice to Draco during this period of time. He had to assure Draco that Ron was a nice person, but Ron scowling by the side didn't seem to convince Draco much. Anyway, he finally did manage to get Draco to talk to Ron.

"Er, what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Hermione?"

"Well. For starters, I just want to tell you I don't buy that story about you losing the Marauder's Map."

"Yeah, I could see that."

"What was it you were doing with Malfoy up in the Astronomy Tower?"

"Nothing." Harry could feel the back of his neck becoming warmer considerably.

"Harry." Hermione looked pointedly at the boy.

"I mean, we didn't do much. Just…kissing, perhaps."

"Kissing? And you call kissing nothing? Harry, I told you not to get too involved with Malfoy. It could be devastating for both you and him when he gets his memory back."

"Well, I… Honestly I don't really care. He isn't the old Draco now and that's all I care about."

"But what about when he remembers everything? His family, his responsibilities as a Malfoy… What are you going to do, then?"

"I've never thought about it," Harry said, wincing slightly.

"Well, you'd better, before you do something that both of you might regret in the future, or rather, when Malfoy gets his memory back."

"Hermione, don't be so biased… Maybe the real Malfoy isn't all that bad after all."

"Remember what he called me in the second year? Remember all the things he'd done to you in your five years at Hogwarts to get you into trouble? You'll never know, Harry."

Harry ran his frustrated fingers up his hair, making it even messier than it already was. "I don't really want to think about it now. And," he added, as he saw Hermione opening her mouth to protest. "My main priority now is to get Draco away from Ron because he seems to be frightening the poor boy. We'll discuss Draco some other time, okay? And please don't tell Ron. He might just decide to take an axe and decapitate both me and Draco." Harry shuddered at the thought. "Anyway, some other time."

Harry walked away and Hermione sighed. Somehow she knew, deep in her heart, that when Draco got his memory back, Harry would be the one who was hurt.

She silently watched as Harry stood in between the two boys, probably to stop Ron from shouting at poor Draco, who in turn, looked perfectly scared. Yes, Draco was different now. But for how long? She really hoped Harry would be happy, and as she watched Draco hiding behind Harry, holding Harry like a security blanket, she hoped Harry had made the right choice.

She was suddenly jolted out of her private thoughts when Ron walked over and started ranting about Draco.

"I really don't know if that idiot has really lost his memory or is faking it because I can't help but still find him and irritating jerk and there must be something wrong somewhere and I hope he isn't plotting something against Harry if not I'd really kill him even though I promised Harry I would be nice to him— "

"Ron," Hermione said.

"— and I won't let that nitwit off if something really happens to Harry and no matter how different Harry says he is I think that some things will never change and Malfoy is one of them and—"

"RON!" Hermione said, louder this time.

Ron finally broke off in mid-rant. "What?"

"Just listening to you talk makes me feel like I'm running out of breath, even if you aren't. How do you manage to string all those words together without stopping? Sheesh."

"Sheesh? Did you just say 'Sheesh'?"

"Yes, I did just say 'Sheesh'."

"I never knew you said 'Sheesh'."

"Well now you do." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why are we even talking about this? What is really your problem with Malfoy?"

"Well—"

"And before you start rattling off again, tell me what is it you don't like about him now, as in, his present self."

"I…" Ron searched for something to say, but couldn't really find any. "I suppose I'm just scared. Scared for Harry. The way Malfoy is so close to Harry…Malfoy might just hex him, you know?"

Hermione smiled. "I'm sure the only thing Malfoy would do now is—" She stopped in mid-sentence. "Ah. I have to go for Arithmancy. Enjoy your Divination class." She literally speed-walked away, leaving Ron standing there, bewildered, and wondering what the only thing Malfoy would do was.

*

"You sure have scary friends, Harry."

"Well, they keep me prepared for whatever scary stuff I have to face. Anyway, what was it you said to him that made him so mad at you?"

"I don't know. We were just talking, and I started the conversation by talking about the weather…"

"The weather? You talked about the weather? With Ron?"

"What else was there to talk about? He seemed like he was ready to explode any second. Frightening, really. What were you talking to…what was her name again… Hermione about?"

"Nothing. Just… Charms homework."

"Is there homework for Charms?"

"I have no idea. Which was why I was asking her."

"Oh. What lesson is it now?"

"Divination."

"Divination?" Draco stared. He fished his timetable out of his bag. "I don't take Divination."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Let me see that," he said, as he looked at Draco's timetable. Draco really didn't take Divination. On his timetable, what it said was 'Break'.

"Well, it's a break for Slytherin. I suppose you have to go back to the Common Room."

"What? The Common Room?"

"Keep as far as you can from Terrence Nott, anyway."

"Harry…couldn't I go to Divination with you?"

"What? Erm. I don't know."

"I am so not going back to that Common Room. Frankly, Pansy Parkinson scares me. Actually every girl in the Common Room scares me. Even the boys scare me. In fact, everything scares me. Or maybe," Draco said, smiling coyly. "You could come to the Common Room with me and we can stay in the dormitory and not come out."

Harry looked at Draco, who was smiling very mischievously. Harry felt extremely tempted to take up Draco's offer, but at the corner of his eye he suddenly caught sight of Ron walking not very far behind them, and scowling very obviously.

"We'd better not. Ron doesn't look too happy. You wouldn't want him to come yelling your head off again, would you?"

Draco sneaked a small peek at Ron, and turned back almost immediately. "Well. I could go to Divination with you. I am not going back to the Common Room alone. Not when it's possible to avoid, anyway."

Harry said, "All right. I don't think Professor Trelawney will even notice you're there anyway." Harry grinned. "But ignore her if she does predict your death."

Harry watched as Draco's eyes widened, and he felt very tempted to kiss the boy, but restrained himself when he caught the look in Ron's eye.

And so they walked to the Divination classroom, with Ron skulking glumly behind them.

[A/N: Nothing much happening in this chapter, sorry if I bored you. –Grinz-  In the next chapter, Draco's first Divination lesson, Professor's Trelawney's prediction, and more flashbacks.]