A/N: I have rewritten this chapter, mainly Harry and Draco's conversation like I said I would! I would like to say a big big thanks to Flamia, because without your support and help I would NOT have been able to write this. Thank you ever so much. ; )

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Days Before You Came

Chapter 5:

Telling Draco what time to be ready by at lunch earlier on, Draco rested on his bed, staring up at the bright light above his head, wearing one of many of his black shirts and jeans. Squinting bitterly, he thought how the lamp resembled the light on the other side, and closed his eyes to get such thoughts out of his head.

He rested his arm over his eyes, too lazy to turn the light off, and thought of nothing, only focusing on the way his body gently rocked from side to side. He imagined the serene waves splashing against the ship, turquoise water lapping up a golden beach that stretched for miles. The blue of the sky mixed with the golden beach and the turquoise water as he spun slowly around, mixing into one as his vision rested on a woman walking towards him. Light blond hair shimmered as bright as the sun, and cerulean eyes gleamed as vivid as the sea. She smiled, and stopped looking down at her feet, and picked up a shell.

Startled, Draco sat up in his bed, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Hearing a knock on his door, he clambered out of bed, thinking about the woman in his dream, and opened the door.

Pansy stood smiling at him, hand raised ready to knock on the door once more. "Are you ready?" She asked, eyeing him up and down, and offered her arm instead of accidentally hitting him in the face. Draco stared at her, and tilted his head, his lips tugging into a smile.

"Shouldn't I be doing this?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't see why you should." She held her arm out once more. "Come on," she urged him, "else we will be late."

Closing the door behind him, he grasped her arm, and proceeded through the corridors, still mildly amused, until they came to a door he hadn't noticed along the corridor before. Smiling at him, she opened the door to reveal a spacious room, filled with young adults dancing to the music, or talking at small round tables. She immediately led him to the bar, where they ordered a glass of red wine each, and sat on the black leather seated stools.

Pansy watched him look around the bar with a smile on her face. "You like it huh?" She asked, taking a sip of her wine. Turning around to face her, he nodded, and looked around again.

"How did you know about this place?" He asked her, awed by the fatherless room. "I never even heard such a place existed on here!"

"Well now you do!" Eagerly, she jumped of her seat and extended her hand. "Come on, this place isn't just to stare at you know," she said tilting her head to the dance floor. "Come on, let's dance," she asked, pulling him to his feet and dragging him to the centre of the room.

"Can you just believe it?" Hermione's friend asked Harry, Ron sending him an apologetic look, as he was dragged onto the dance floor by Hermione. "We where wearing white on Labour Day. You can not believe how embarrassing it was, and I said girl…" Harry stared at her in disbelief, nodding occasionally at the American girl called Cho Chang, whom he was set up on a blind date with. He did try to listen to her, knowing it would be rude if he didn't respond, but so far all she had done was talk about her self, and when she didn't do that she complained about people's style. All he had to do, was sit and pretend to listen to her digress about unimportant things.

Bored of watching the foamy substance on his beer dissolve away, he looked to where people where dancing, and smiled amusedly as he saw Ron dance absurdly, trying not to step on Hermione's feet. He scanned the room for Dean and Seamus, who where slowly dancing together contentedly, even though the music had an up beat, fast tempo to it. Looking away, he chuckled to himself, and watched the other couples dancing.

He noticed the boy he spoke to yesterday, 'If you could call it that,' he thought to himself, as he remembered how stupid he had been the previous day, upon accusing him of trying to commit suicide. Shaking his head, he looked back at his date, and tried listening to her once more.

"I broke this nail yesterday," she said pointing to her left index finger, "and I remember the day I first broke it, like it was only yesterday. I had such a fantastic day, which was totally ruined when I had to get another French manicure. Wait," she said tilting her head to the side, "It was yesterday!"

'Oh my God,' Harry thought to himself, rubbing his forehead exasperatedly, and looked around the room once again. Unwillingly, his eyes rested on the boy again, and he watched him slow dance with his dancing partner, his right hand placed at the small of her back, guiding her movements, and the other placed on her hip.

He studied him, the way his body moved elegantly to the beat of the music; the way his feet tapped against the floor twice before taking a step, as if he wanted to flow attentively with the music; the way his head turned ever so slightly as he danced; the way his eyes shimmered strikingly, like the sun reflecting on the incisive blue sea; the way they stared at him inquisitively with a tilt of his head.

Impulsively looking away, Harry stared down at his beer anxiously wondering if he was still looking, and then determined, he diffidently looked back up, staring into piercing cobalt grey eyes, which, with a turn of his head, curiously gazed at him as he moved around the dance floor. The corner of his lip, tugged into a small smile, as Harry watched him intently, eyes fixed on each other inquisitively.

The music stopped, and the blonde haired boy looked away, seemingly trying to talk to the girl whom was pouting and without a glance towards Harry, he left through a door leading out onto a spacious balcony.

Harry felt stupid once again, and he looked down at his malting beer apathetically, which was about as interesting as what Cho was saying, and banged his head on the table. He heard the girl stop for about a second; she coughed clearing her throat, and continued talking about the time she bought two of the same pair of shoes.

Everything went quiet, 'well at least she has,' Harry thought at long last, and he looked up to see if she had a peanut stuck in her throat, because there would be no other reason for her to stop talking, unless she was choking, 'but not even that might stop her.' Harry grimaced and looked at his date, seeing a handsome boy smiling down at her. He held his hand out to her, and side glanced at Harry, looking as though he only just noticed him.

"You don't mind if I have a dance with this lovely lady?" He asked, smiling at Cho. Without even looking at Harry, she was on her feet and hand grasped firmly in the boy's, he led her to the dance floor, one smirk at Harry, and they where lost in the crowd of dancing couples.

Harry sighed in relief, and looked down at his beer, which, upon realising he had only stared at it instead of drinking it, he drank the remainder of his beer with avid satisfaction, and ordered another one when a barmaid walked past him, drinking that just as quick. In his haste, he spilt a bit down his t-shirt, but didn't care, as he looked around the room again, finding the people's movements to make him feel dizzy, and the light shining down on them to bright for his eyes to handle.

Needing fresh air, he stood up hastily, and walked to a metallic door, grasped the door handle, and pushed it open, no thought to the fact it was a fire exit. Swiftly walking to the rails he leaned over and watched the sea, the cool night breeze refreshed his senses and his head began to feel light, granting him a wave of control firmly in his grasp; or so he thought.

Looking up abruptly, his head felt heavy from the sudden movement of his head, and he looked to his side seeing the boy he profusely stared at in the bar, walking towards him. 'Oh great,' Harry thought to himself, and straightened his back, so he was no longer hunched over the railings.

Staring out at the sea, he awaited for the boy to walk past him without noticing him, but it seemed he had no such luck that afternoon, as the blond haired boy seemingly interested in the sea as well, stood near him and watched it with mild enthusiasm. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry watched him, contemplating whether he should apologise, or whether he should leave, and hope he didn't notice him. But he did neither, as the boy cocked his head to the side, and eyed him up and down smirking when he noticed a wet patch on his t-shirt.

Harry nervously folded his arms over his chest to cover the wetness, and looked back at the blue sea, conscious of the boy still staring at him. 'Arr! What should I say?' Harry thought anxiously, 'should I apologise? Should I just walk away?' biting his lip, he looked up at the sky, pretending to be intrigued by the black nights sky, with one small star visible.

"Where's your date?" Harry looked at the boy, who's lips where twisted into a smirk. "Had enough of her intelligent conversations so soon?" Harry stared at him, unsure of how to respond.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, wondering why he even asked such a personal question. Not knowing why, he muttered, "She's not even my date really." The boy raised his eyebrow in amusement.

"Do you ever know what you mean?" He mocked, his smirk twitching into a small smile, "Or do you always get so easily confused."

Silence fell around the two, and Harry shuffled his feet from one foot to the other. Luckily for Harry, who was chewing his bottom lip, the blond mystery spoke.

"Have a name then or are you confused on that to?" Harry almost chocked on his own saliva. He could not believe how arrogant the boy seemed to be. Yet, as he turned to look at him dignified, he could not help feeling something...different and new, but at the same time, comforting and...

"Harry," A little shaken up by the mixed feelings the blond was transmitting him, he turned to the ocean, "Harry Potter." The green eyed boy felt the nervousness that he had tried to hide under somewhere, started to sprout up like a water fountain. The situation was very...Weird. "Look, eh, I am sorry for the other time when I thought that you-"

"Draco."

"Huh?" Harry turned to see the amused face of the blond.

"That is my name," he responded easily. Another wave of silent washed on them but this time, it was rather peaceful. Draco, what an exotic and completely unique name. Harry had never heard it until now. It suited him fine, he realised as he looked at him out of the corner of his eye. The blond a.k.a. Draco was...Wait. Draco...Something was missing.

"Draco..." he let it roll from his tongue. The boy next to him arched an eyebrow in question slightly tilting his head to look at him. Those blue stormy eyes were shimmering with the sun and Harry thought it to be the smallest silver diamonds ever.

"What?" He asked noticing the way Harry was looking at him.

"Ah..." Harry breathed in, a shock running trough his spine. What on earth was happening to him? A loud humorous laugh escaped the blonde's mouth and Harry stood flabbergasted as he looked on. Questions arose in him. Who was this guy? Who was he to act to cold and snobbish in one moment and laugh warmly in the next? Who was he to be so dam hot but incredibly sophisticated? He surely was a first class passenger, it was written all over his face plus, Harry had seen him. But still, what had he been doing at a party of the lower ranks? And why was he suddenly talking to him? Why was he there in the first place next to him?

"You there?" Green eyes blinked.

"Present," Harry retorted rather bitterly.

Draco gave a small snort, eyes light with mirth, "I resent that."

"So, Draco what?"

"You mean my last name?"

"Of course, everyone has one! Or are you so special that your name is just Draco?" The blonde's face darkened a little and Harry was suddenly not so sure about his little outburst. To his surprise, he found himself not wanting the boy to leave just yet.

"That is all you need to know," was the husky reply.

"To know?"

"Yeah, Draco is the only person you really need to know," he gave a half smile.

"Hah, you make it sound as if you are two people," In a way, Harry had figured it all out. Draco was taken aback from this, it was true. With his father and all those upper class snobs he was a person and now, just now, he was another. He had actually laughed and enjoyed it. He had never laughed… or in that way anyways. It was free and careless, something very new for Draco.

He curiously watched the ebony haired boy shuffle his feet and place his hands inside his trouser pockets. He could tell, just from his slight movements that he wasn't intimated by him like everyone else was. That thought made him feel something that he had never felt around any body before. Not that he didn't have any friends that weren't scared of him, or wasn't jealous of his wealth. No…it's just. This time it was different. He had never felt like this before. Even though he hardly knew the guy standing willingly next to him, he couldn't stand the thought that he may not see him again. But what ever the feeling was, he knew he wouldn't be able to ignore it. There was just something about him that drew him to strike a conversation with him.

"I know it sounds weird but, would you meet me here, tomorrow?" Draco blurted out and bit his lip for a second, "At the same time?" The raven head was surprised at the sudden hope and eagerness in Draco's voice. He was sure a lot of mystery. Something that Harry was very curious about solving and to find everything about possible. However, he was a little hesitant. He looked back at the party; no one was looking their way.

"Sure?" He was greeted with the widest smile he had ever seen, and all of his doubts vanished in that moment of time. The blond opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, the tilt of his head making him seem lost in thought.

Draco felt as if all his Christmas' had come all at once when he agreed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his reflection in Harry's glasses and was startled to see emerald green eyes gleaming back. His breathing quickened and he hoped he couldn't hear the way his heart thumped ever so loudly against his chest.

Silence ensued, but Harry felt comfortable yet anxious to know what the blond was thinking about. Mesmerised, he watched as small puffs of cold air escaped his chapped lips and rose above his head. It reminded him of how cold he was, and he rubbed his hands together futilely.

Draco smiled at him, one that hardly anyone had the pleasure of seeing, and regretfully looked down at his watch. He knew if he didn't go back to his room now his father would get suspicious of his whereabouts. And this was one thing he didn't want to lose. The feeling of being free and alive in the moment…and something else that he wasn't quite sure of. He knew though that what ever it was he wasn't willing to let it go.

"Well I better go," he glanced at Harry, and for the third time that day he smiled, "So it's a date?"

Harry nodded, and watched the boy walk away, until he could no longer see him. He said it was a date? Was it even? He breathed in for the hundredth time that day, in a heavy way. Draco the blond, the newest last name that Harry had invented for him, was the biggest mystery for Harry just ready to be solved. He felt something in him shiver. And he could not wait...

…to be continued…

I have started working on chapter 6, and it is harder to write than I first presumed. Any suggestions would be very helpful, and please don't hesitate to review, as your kind words have encouraged me to write!

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