"If you go out in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise." ............

"If you go down to the woods today, you're... you're... you're..."

Harry turned to Seamus who was trying incredibly hard to ignore the raven- haired boy beside him. He turned to face Harry, so annoyed he felt he was going to slap him if he opened his mouth again. Harry noticed this and shrugged.

"For every bear that ever there was, will gather there for certain, because today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic!!" Harry couldn't quite hit the last note and Seamus winced horribly as his voice broke. But nevertheless, Harry continued his little singsong as he marched through the halls toward the 10th grade lockers.

"If you go out in the woods today you'd better not go alone. It's lovely out in the woods today, but safer to stay at home. For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain, because today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic!!"

"Are you quite finished?!" Seamus had certainly had enough. He had sung all the way to school on the bus, all the way down Elizabeth St, down Park St to McDonalds, as loudly as he could in McDonalds, then all the way to school. And he wasn't done yet.

"Don't give up your day job, Harry." A cool voice said from behind them. Harry spun around.

"Well, if it isn't mister Malfoy." Harry smirked uncharacteristically and leaned against the nearest set of lockers. "Go on Seamus, I know you want to keep walking." Seamus shook his head and indeed kept walking, leaving Harry and Draco almost alone in the corridor.

"Look, I – "

"Don't, it's ok, I don't expect an apology, or an explanation. Really, it's ok." He pushed himself off the lockers and walked over to where Draco was standing. "Just so long as you're ok?"

"I'm fine. Read this, ok?" He handed Harry a small piece of folded paper. Harry took it and pocketed it straight away.

"Ok. See you in English." He smiled at Draco and Draco smiled back, his mood lightening considerably.

"Yea, see you in English." And both boys headed off for their separate homerooms.

Geography passed slowly, English passed quickly, recess passed noisily and Harry soon found himself sitting in Computer Studies. Not paying any attention what so ever to what the rest of the class were doing, Harry pulled the note out of his pocket.

"Dear Harry

How r ya? I'm tired, it's 12:45am, hey, it's Sunday. Heh. Anyways, what did you think of the movie? It was pretty boring, huh? Ok, I'll stop avoiding the point. I'm sorry about Saturday night. I guess I just freaked out. I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry. But if it's any consolation, it did mean something to me..... A big something. Anyways, I hope you don't hate me.

Love Draco."

'Love Draco?' Harry thought to himself. 'Wow.' And with that, he spent the rest of the lesson, and Japanese after it staring out the window. Bored out of his brain, Harry ripped a page out of his workbook and started scribbling on it.

"Dear Dray,

I'm bored. Japanese is terribly boring. I must say though, it's bearable when thoughts of you fill my mind. Though I wish Hermione at least was talking to me again. It's just so weird when people you have been so close to for so long stop speaking to you.

I'm sorry if I came on a little too strong, just let me know if you're not comfortable with anything and I shall accommodate.

By the way, you're so cute when you worry. If you need me for anything, just let me know.

Love Harry."

He neatly folded the note and shoved it into his pocket with the other one. Before he could actually get and work done, the bell rang and everyone jumped up and headed for the door. Not watching where he was going, Harry walked straight into the doorframe and next thing he knew he was lying on his back on the floor.

Harry groaned as he tried to open his eyes and the pain instantly started throbbing through his head. He looked around; he was in the sick bay. He noticed a mop of blonde hair in the corner.

"Draco?" He mumbled, he put a hand to his forehead and felt a huge lump close to his left temple. "Harry, it's me, I'm here." Draco jumped up from the chair and ran to Harry's side.

"Draco, reach into my pocket, there's something in there for you." Draco looked at Harry with a confused expression, but did as he was told anyways. He read the note in silence, and Harry noticed that as he finished reading his face was going bright red. Harry giggled.

"Dray, you look a little embarrassed." Draco scolded at this and stood up.

"Don't push it, Harry. I have to get to Art, see you in Science." He smiled and reached out for Harry's hand, Harry placed his hand in Draco's. "Get better, ok? I'll treat you to Maccas this arvo, meet me at the bottom of the stairs." Harry smiled and squeezed Draco's hand in thanks, then lay his head down to try and stop the throbbing.

Harry didn't make it to Science, so that afternoon he couldn't wait to see Draco. He almost fell down the stairs in his rush to get down them. He met Draco at the bottom of the stairs, like he said he would, and they walked together down towards George St.

Everyone went to McDonalds on Pitt St in the afternoons, so Harry and Draco decided it would be wiser to go down to George St.

They sat down stairs and found that there weren't many other people down there. They talked and laughed for what seemed like hours, until Draco looked at his watch and said he had to go.

"Now?" Harry whined. He walked Draco to the bus stop and was surprised him when he hugged him.

"What? I can't hug you now?" Draco turned red again, before smiling and climbing onto the bus.

"Bye Harry." Harry watched the bus drive off and turned around to make his way back to his own bus stop. He sighed. Was he doing the right thing, or was he just getting himself in deeper? He didn't want to think about it, so he pulled out his disc man and turned it up full blast.

The bus trip home was uneventful. But the arrival home, however, was not.

"Where have you been!? I've been worried sick! No note, no phonecall, nothing!!" Harry looked at his mother and suddenly he felt awful. He didn't say anything, instead, he walked over and hugged her, wishing he could talk to her about how he felt, wishing she could help him. But he didn't want to risk losing her, or losing his dad, or his friends. He had no one to talk to except Hermione, and even she wasn't speaking to him. Harry didn't eat dinner that night, instead he went straight to his bedroom and turned his computer on. He sat down determined to write a very long, very serious letter to Hermione. Instead, he ended up writing to Draco.

He sat in front of the computer for what seemed like forever, in fact it was about 5 hours. He didn't think he'd actually ever give the letter to Draco, but instead, he put it in his journal, which he kept locked in a small black box on his desk. Maybe he'd give it to him one day...

A/N Sorry about another short chapter, but details are getting harder to remember and I just don't have the time, but I'm trying to update as often as possible... I may contact some old 'friends' for some help.. but who knows...

Later all, plz review ;)