Disclaimer; as you all know by now, I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N Sorry the chapters are short, thats why i posted two of them today. Enjoy!

Spring in the North Most Tower…

Weeks of Ron and Harry not talking to me, grew into almost two months of subdued silence. I knew they were hurt, but it was taking its toll on me. Draco had been comforting and sympathetic, but he knew I needed to make up with them.

I was soaking in the tub one Sunday afternoon, trying to relax. N.E.W.T.S. were only weeks away. I had studied and practiced until my wand wrist hurt. Draco came strolling into the bathroom, looking ever so sexy, just a towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced over at me in the tub, eyes smoldering.

"Hello beautiful." he said with his trademark wink.

"Hey," I said blowing bubbles across the surface of the tub.

"You coming in for a swim?" I asked coyly.

Every time I saw him, all I could think of was making love, and having his eyes flash colors of silver, blue and grey.

"I have something I need to do this morning, but I will be back by 3 or 4, want to go into Hogsmead then and have a drink?"

"Sure, what are you up to?"

"Nothing. Be back later." he said blowing me a kiss and walking out. Why did I have a sneaking suspicion that he was up to something more.

Draco got dressed quickly and made his way down to the quidditch pitch. It was still chilly, but nice for mid April. There in front of him he saw his quest. Potty and the weasel. He was going to smooth this over if it took his last breath. He loved her, but she was not the same person. They still laughed and joked, and made love every night, but he knew she was hurting. The fire and passion had been drowned by their absence.

"Oi, Potter, Weasley, over here." They were flying around the pitch practicing. They looked down saw him and made a beeline for where he was standing.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry spat.

'Yeah ferret, we're busy." Ron roared as he sped towards the ground, landing only inches from Draco's face. Draco had not noticed how tall the weasel had gotten, and it was two on one…suddenly he was rethinking this whole thing. After all, Slytherins were famous for self-preservation.

"I want to talk to the both of you" he said firmly. "And I wont take no for an answer."

"Really Malfoy? Well it looks like you won't be getting your own way with us, unlike with Hermione." Harry said bitterly, turning to walk away.

"Its Hermione I'm here about."

"Don't you dare talk to us about her, you prat, she is just as bad as you are, a liar." Ron's face was its trademark red again. He was mad, and his fists were clenched around his broom.

"I will talk to you about her, she misses you both, I can't understand why, but she does. She is miserable without her two best friends." he tried to explain.

"Yeah, but she is with you, and you are an ass for taking advantage of her." Harry spoke up.

"Taking advantage of her, I would never…" he began.

Just then Ron balled up his fist and punched him right in the nose.

"I guess I deserved that one, but don't try it again or I will curse you into oblivion." he said, blood running from his nose. "And I don't want to do that, because she will probably cry the rest of her life if something happened to either one of you self-centered prats. Now please, just give me one minute and then you can go back to your…whatever you were doing."

"Make it quick Malfoy," Harry said "I have better things to do than listen to your pathetic excuses all day."

"Fine, I'll make it quick. I love her. She is wonderful and amazing, and you both are too stupid to accept her as a friend. She loves you guys, and she is a mess. Yes, she loves me, but you are her family, her brothers. And you are slowly killing her spirit with your cold shoulder. I know we will never be friends, and we have very little in common. But we do have one thing, we all care about Hermione. I know you still do. No one in their right mind could love her one day, and then hate her the next." he looked at them both for a moment.

"I am making an effort to extend a hand to you that should prove how much I love her." he put his hand out to the two of them.

They looked back and forth to one another, Ron to Harry, Ron to Draco, Harry to Ron, Harry to Draco and Draco to the both of them, his hand still extended.

"You really love her Malfoy?" Harry asked, still not taking his hand.

"Yes, I really love her Potter, and by the way, my name is Draco."

Harry took his hand and shook it.

"And by the way, my name is Harry." he smiled slightly, and Draco smiled back.

Ron just stared in incoherent comprehension.

"What? Harry you are okay with this? Have you gone bloody mad?" he screamed.

"Ron, he's being sincere. I know you love Hermione, but she told you she didn't like you that way long before she started up with Mal….Draco. Besides, I miss her."

Draco extended his hand to Ron.

"I am also apologizing for any remarks about your family. I wish my family was as loving as yours. I would rather have that than money anytime."

Ron looked defeated, and took his hand and shook it.

"If you hurt her, you will have us to contend with."

"I know, now will you do me a favor?" he asked

"Called a truce for all of two minutes and already with the favors?" Harry smirked.

"Meet Hermione and me in Hogsmead at 3pm for a drink. We can show her that we can try to get along for her sake. I won't tell her you are coming, let it be a surprise."

"Alright" Harry said, "we will be there."