Draco was lounging against a wall when Harry showed up.

"Took you long enough," Draco stated, annoyed.

"Yeah, well, I had a few problems getting up here. Getting out of the common room was one, with Hermione staying up studying all night. It was like the Spanish inquisition all over again. She wouldn't stop asking questions."

"Did you hex her?" Draco asked eagerly.

"Of course not! Why would I? I'm blind, it's just natural that she would become over protective because of it."

Draco nodded his head, slightly disappointed.

"Now why am I here?"

"Earlier you said that it would be easier for Voldemort to attack, now that I'm blind. I wanted to know if you knew anything, or you were just trying to scare me." Harry heard a small intake of breath, not quite a gasp, as he said 'Voldemort' and had to refrain from chuckling. Even a death eater's son couldn't bear to hear the name?

"You brought me up here to ask me that? For all you know, I could have just been trying to scare you. Apparently it worked; otherwise you wouldn't have asked me up here at ELEVEN O' CLOCK!"

Harry flinched backwards slightly as Draco screamed the last part. The bad part of having slightly heightened hearing was that when someone screamed, it was very very loud, almost to the point of being painful.

"No, I'm not scared, I just wanted to check. I have to watch my back, you know."

Draco snorted at this.

"Well, good night Malfoy," Harry turned to go, disappointed. He was sure that the Slytherin was holding back information. But what?

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Time seemed to stop for a second before he was whirled around, his face coming very close to Malfoy's. Any closer and their noses would have touched.

"There is something. But I can't tell you here. Wait until Hogsmead weekend. Meet me at the shrieking shack," Draco whispered.

Harry was immediately on edge. Being so close to Draco wasn't helping his nerves any, either. "Why?"

Draco rolled his eyes, even though he knew Harry wouldn't be able to see the gesture. It was slightly disconcerting to be so close to his long time rival. Harry's bright green eyes still retained their amazing color, but never moved. They were always out of focus, and even though Draco knew Harry was listening to him, his eyes weren't on him, making it seem as though Harry wasn't paying any attention. It made Draco want to shout at the boy, make his eyes focus, but he refrained, knowing no amount of yelling could bring back the Gryffindor's sight.

Draco did, however, take his time looking at Harry's face, his black hair sticking up messily, but in a sexy sort of way, Draco thought. Immediately after this notion, he shook his head, pretending that he had never even had that idea. Harry's skin was perfectly tan, and had no blemishes, except for the scar. But the scar in itself was part of Harry's perfection. Without it, he wouldn't be so special. It was a part of him, and seemed to compliment his features, rather than take away from them. The only reason anyone noticed the strange lightning bolt was because it had made him famous, not because it was ugly or grotesque, or actually all that noticeable.

"Why the shrieking shack?" Harry repeated, confused as to why Draco hadn't answered. The blond was so close that Harry could feel his rival's breath washing over his face. Strangely enough, the breathing had slowed, as if the Slytherin had relaxed. Harry could also feel eyes staring at him. It was very bizarre, how he could feel someone watching him. Even though Harry couldn't see, he found it odd that he could picture Draco's eyes. He couldn't remember what Hermione's eyes looked like, and the image of Ron's eyes was hazy, and he was unsure of their exact color, but Draco... he could imagine them staring at him right now, the cool grey watching him intently, not betraying any emotion.

"Because nobody can listen in on us there," Draco replied.

"Can they hear us here?"

Draco nodded, but remembered Harry couldn't tell whether he was nodding or not, so he said "yes."

"Who's they?"

"And you said that Granger put you through the inquisition!"

"Who's they?" Harry repeated, ignoring Malfoy's prior statement.

"Death eater's, spies, anybody."

"Are you helping me?" Harry asked, confused.

Draco caught himself before he nodded, and said "yeah."

"Why?"

"Shrieking shack, alright Potter? I'll tell you then!"

Harry nodded, but not happily. Draco noticed how cute Harry's frown was, but hit himself over the head before he could finish the entire thought.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"What was what? I think you're hearing things!" Draco said quickly.

"It sounded like someone was pounding something hollow," Harry said, then smiled.

Draco realized Harry knew exactly what had happened. How good was his hearing? Obviously it was extremely developed, if he could hear someone hitting them self over the head.

"Shut up," Draco mumbled, stepping out of the astronomy tower. He heard Harry snicker behind him.

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"Harry, mate?" Ron asked softly. Harry's head snapped toward him.

"You seem a bit on edge, what's wrong?"

Harry was surprised, usually it was Hermione who noticed his strange behavior, not Ron.

"Nothing, Ron, really. I guess I've just been a little out of it lately, the whole blindness thing is starting to get annoying, I guess," Harry replied, lying through his teeth. Being blind did have its disadvantages, but it had its up-sides, too. The heightened senses, being one perk.

Ron was satisfied with his friend's answer, but Hermione was not.

"Harry, don't think I don't know what's happening. This sudden blindness may cause a few issues, but you've been through worse than blindness before and never once complained. Whether that's good or bad for you is not my place to say, but I do know when you're troubled by something you can't control, and right now, you're troubled with something that you do have some control over. Now tell me, do you have a date? This is Hogsmead weekend, after all..."

Damn she's good, Harry thought, but didn't mention this to Hermione (who would most likely be offended by his language anyways).

"You could call it a date..." Harry answered.

"So who's the lucky girl mate? Not Cho again, I hope," Ron piped in.

Harry chuckled, "No, not Cho. But I can't really tell you..."

"Ah, c'mon, Harry! We're best mates! You can tell –" Ron was cut off by Hermione. Harry wasn't sure of the method which was used to get Ron to shut it, but quickly after the red head was cut off, there was a short yelp of pain. Good ol' Hermione.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to. This is your personal life, and if you don't want us meddling in it, then that's your business... right Ron?" Hermione said, the last part sounding somewhat threatening.

"Yeah, yeah, completely understandable, mate. No prying, nope! Won't pry into your personal life!" Harry could imagine Ron sitting there with Hermione glaring daggers at him. Ron would probably be cowering slightly, but trying not to show it.

"Good," Hermione stated approvingly.

Harry just laughed, "Well, we should start heading towards potions, I think other people are starting to leave."

"How do you do that, Harry? You're blind and you can tell when people are leaving, and I can see perfectly, and I didn't know people were filing out until you told me!" Ron's voice was full of genuine awe which made both Harry and Hermione laugh.

"That's because you're too busy staring at your food to notice people leaving, Ron," Hermione giggled.

Harry added, "Either that or you're too busy staring at 'Mione!"

This comment was quickly followed with a book flying towards Harry's head, courtesy of Ron.

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"Sit down, shut up, and listen! Now, I want all of you nincompoops to pay attention! We will be brewing a potion today called parvus mori, otherwise known as the..," Here, Snape stopped to tell Hermione to quit waving her arm around like a maniac, and then continued, "This potion is known as the..." Again he stopped, sighing in defeat before finally letting Hermione tell what exactly a parvus mori was.

"It's a potion whose Latin name means "small death," because it lets you be dead for a few minutes. In other words, it makes you a spirit while your body is dead. Because it's so easy to make, and the ingredients are very abundant, this potion has been used by many captives to fake death, so as to escape from the prison they are in," Hermione finished triumphantly, not noticing, or choosing not to notice, that the rest of the class had practically fallen asleep.

"Good job, I'm sure someone somewhere is proud of you..." Snape droned. "Alright, listen now, because I will not go over these directions again. Copy these notes quickly and without mistake. If I see a mistake in either your notes or your potion, you will fail this project. I purposefully picked a potion as easy as this to begin to start of the year, so if you mess this up, I will deduct 100 house points, as well as fail you! Is that understood?" The class just nodded their heads, unable to speak. Snape smirked, and began to write the instructions on the board as he also said them out loud. Harry dictated the notes that Snape was saying to his quill, which then wrote down everything being said. Unfortunately the quill had been charmed to only write down what Harry spoke to it. It was still quicker than writing out the notes by hand, but a lot slower than what it could have been.

"Who's talking!" Snape shouted. "I want to hear only the sound of quills on parchment! NOT voices!"

Harry stopped for a second, before finishing up the last sentence Snape had said about the potion.

"Mr. Potter! I should have known it was you who was interrupting my class!"

"But sir! I can't take the notes by hand! The only way to write them down is to..."

Snape cut him off, "I don't want your excuses! Tell me why you are talking!"

"Because I can't see!" Harry practically shouted back.

"I don't want words! Tell me why you're speaking!" Snape shouted, then added as an afterthought, "And twenty points from Gryffindor for shouting at me!"

Harry gave an irritable sigh, and fell silent.

"Good. Now, to continue with the notes..." Snape said drearily.

"Don't worry, I'll read you my notes later," Ron offered.

"Umm... that's okay Ron, I'll just take them from 'Mione, if it's all the same to you..." responded Harry.

"Oh, yeah, sure!" Ron answered, returning his attention to... well Harry wasn't sure where Ron's attention was, but he was relatively sure it wasn't on Snape.

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Finally class was over, and Draco brushed past Harry, dropping a note into his pocket. Harry felt this, and quickly rushed to the common room for his free period, and took the note out. It was charmed so that only Harry could hear what it was saying, because he couldn't read what was written.

Harry,

Meet me in the room of requirements in five minutes.

DLM

Harry was confused. Weren't they meeting at the shrieking shack during the Hogsmede weekend? Why did Draco need to see him in five minutes if they were just going to get together tomorrow?

He shrugged, choosing not to dwell on the matter, and threw on a coat, ready for the trip down to the room of requirements.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! Anyways, the line that snape says, the "I don't want words, tell me why..." that quote is an actual quote from my band teacher, if you can believe it. funny, eh? Just goes to show how truly insane my band teacher is!

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