A/N-This is my longest chapter yet. YAY me, four complete pages! It took forever to write, but I like it. I'm writing this at 1:08 at night and I have school tomorrow. Sorry but I can pretty much guess this wont be up until 4. That's when I get home. I'm a sophomore and am in Drama club, Band, and CG so I have some duty's I must attend to, but will up date this as soon as I get home. Thanks to all my reviewers and PLEASE review. Thank you, Aubrey

P.S. - Is anyone else as excited as I am about HP movie 4 coming Nov 18? I'm hyperventilating as we speak. Daniel Radcliffe and Tom Felton are so hot. Separate or together :D

Warning- I'm J.K. Rowling in disguise. Yes, you found me out. (Snorts) I wish, I own nothing, literally. So don't friggin sue. Slash begins to slowly show up in this chapter, but I'M DEVELOPING A RELATIONSHIP! I don't think Harry or Draco would just randomly jump in the sack with someone, I want them to l…like each other before the groping starts but I want action too, don't worry. I promise the relationship will progress accordingly. I love them together too. Oh and I like fluff, not to much but a little never hurt anyone. The hardcore (Pun on words. Go me.) physical will happen soon, I promise. Sorry for ranting, just had to get that off my chest. Now, welcome to chapter 7…..

Chapter 7 Very Unflattering Shade Of Purple

Draco flopped gracefully down on the couch near Hermione's feet. She looked up at him, and he saw the tears shining in her eyes.

"Draco, he's back. I honestly expected something horrible to come from all of this." Draco smiled.

"So what, the whole, blood and awaking the dead thing, that was a let down?" Hermione laughed quietly.

"Nothing's ever that simple with Harry." Draco made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat.

"I've been meaning to ask you. You and Harry seem, very, um close." Hermione did laugh at this.

"He's my best friend. I would die for him. But if you're asking if we were dating before the final battle the answers no." Draco sighed, with…, well he didn't really want to think about it right now. "No. We stopped dating a few months before the battle."

"Why did you break up?" At this Hermione got a sad look on her face and started rubbing her hands together.

"We had a difference of, well, a difference of opinion." Mione looked away from Draco and stared out of the window.

"That's it? A difference of opinion. Mm. Hermione, you have a difference of opinion with everyone. It's your thing; you know everything so no matter what anyone else thinks you know different." Hermione grinned.

"That's not true! I agree on some stuff!"

"Then agree with me that you agree with no one." Hermione opened her mouth then shut it again. "I'm going to bed now, Mione. Why don't you just go sleep with Ron?" As Hermione blushed horribly Draco rolled his eyes. "Keep your mind out of the gutter women. I meant go sleep in his room. There are two beds in there, the room used to Fred and George's, or you could sleep on the couch in my room." Hermione shook her head.

"I think I'll go sleep on the other bed in Ron's room." When they reached the top of the stairs, Hermione quietly opened Ron's door. Draco couldn't help himself.

"Have fun Mione. But try to keep it down, Harry needs his sleep." Draco snickered as Hermione turned a very unflattering shade of purple.

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Draco glanced at the clock again. 1: 54. 'Shit. It's been a total of 4 minutes since I last checked.' For some reason, he just couldn't seem to find a comfortable spot tonight. Standing, Draco grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over his head so he wouldn't only be dressed in boxers. Shutting his door quietly he walked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. Draco smiled when he saw the light was on. 'Hermione must be getting something to eat.' The smile froze when instead of seeing Hermione sitting at the table, he saw a morose looking Harry staring down at his hands resting on the table. Draco slowly walked over and sat down opposite him.

"Hey Harry. Are you okay? You're up really late." Draco tried to smile, but Harry just sat there staring at his hands. "Harry…."

"These aren't my hands." Draco glanced at the offending appendages. He didn't see any problems there. Harry's hands were pale and slender, with long aristocratic fingers and delicate wrists. "Their not mine. Their not the ones I remember. I'm not the way I remember. Look at my hair. Look at my face. I'm not me anymore." Draco did as he was told and looked. Harry's hair had grown out to fall lightly around his ears, and curl right above his collar. Draco could see a strand of the soft looking hair dangly sweetly down the side of Harry's face. He had to resist the urge to reach over and push it gently behind Harry's ear. He then turned his attention to Harry's face. He still looked like Harry Potter, just three years older. Draco supposed it would be frightening to go to sleep 16 and wake up 19. With a new wave of sympathy washing over him, Draco gently rested his hand on Harry's tightly curled fists.

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Harry's head hurt. It had hurt since he woke up. He didn't say anything of course; Hermione would have forced him to go to the emergency room. As he crawled out of bed he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. It wasn't the face he remembered. Harry walked towards the mirror and touched his face. He looked so old, so pale, and so thin. He turned and crept down the stairs on his way to the kitchen. Switching on the light, he instantly felt better. 'How many fights have happened in this room since I've been asleep? How many hugs have been given and received? How many tears have been cried and wounds healed since I've been gone?' He wasn't the same and the people and places around him weren't either. Pulling out a chair, Harry sat down and stared at the hands sitting in front of him. He wasn't sure how long he sat there before he heard the door swing open. He could feel the other person pause, unsure, then continue into the room and sit across from him. He saw a flash of white/blonde hair and knew it was Malfoy. 'How has Malfoy changed since I was last here? Oh right, how has Draco changed?'

"Hey Harry. Are you okay? You're up really late. Harry…." Draco seemed so calm so together. Didn't he get it? Harry felt like yelling and crying at the same time. So he did the only thing that made sense and told Draco what he was thinking.

"These aren't my hands. Their not mine. Their not the ones I remember. I'm not the way I remember. Look at my hair. Look at my face." Harry could feel Draco studying him. He couldn't help but wonder what the other saw. Then Draco did the one thing Harry never expected he would, he gently put his hand over Harry's. In a comforting way. His skin was so warm, so soft. Harry had been so cold since he woke up, he couldn't remember ever being so cold in his life. Draco, for someone so pale, paler than Harry, was so warm and inviting. Like a thick blanket on a cold winter night. Harry tried to push the image of Draco as a blanket from his mind, but it was too late. He snorted softly and tried fruitlessly to turn it into a cough. But instead of getting angry and pulling away, Draco squeezed Harry's hand and smiled at him questionably. Harry just shook and head and was thankfully saved from answering as Hermione pushed the kitchen door open. She looked at Harry, then Draco, then their hands. Blushing slightly she walked to the fridge.

"Harry, you really shouldn't be up this late, you'll never get up in the morning." Harry shifted his hand away from Draco's and stood.

"I'm going to bed now Mione." She walked over and hugged him before gently pushing him in the direction of the door. She then unhurriedly returned to making a sandwich. When she had finished she sat across from Draco in Harry's now empty seat.

"So last time I checked you and Harry weren't exactly friends. Let alone touchy feely friends." Hermione voice held a hint of amusement.

"We have come to a temporary understanding." Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Hermione made a noise in the back of her throat. "Not really friends though." At this Hermione sat her sandwich down and looked Draco in the eye.

"I don't have a problem with it you know? Just give him time. Give him time to adjust to the world first." Draco looked confused for a second before he blushed and shook his head.

"No, no Hermione. I was not hitting on Harry, erm, Potter. I was not hitting on Potter."

"Okay, if you say so."

"Hermione, look even if I did feel that way about Harry, which I don't, you must think about my family, how I was raised. Voldemort and his prejudice against muggles and m-wizards with muggle relatives basically translate to muggle biased against homosexuals and, well anyone different really. Voldemort is like the Hitler of wizards. If he thought anyone was different or defective they were useless and killed. Those beliefs were transferred to my father. I've admitted to you openly that I'm attracted to other men. That does not however mean that I am at all ready to admit it to any one else, let alone be in a relationship with another man. Besides Harry isn't even gay." Hermione nodded.

"Yes, your right. I suppose I'll just have to talk to him about that." Hermione smiled brightly at Draco and deposited her plate in the sink. On her way out she stopped facing the door.

"If you hurt him, I'll have to kill you. Well, you're my best friend so maybe I'll just mangle you, but seriously. Don't hurt him." On that happy note Hermione left the kitchen and a very confused Draco.

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Harry quietly closed the door to his room. He was cold and tired; he just wanted to go to sleep. Harry looked up into his mirror and froze as he saw a face looking back at him from the reflection of the window behind him. Lips pulled back from sharp teeth, there was blood dripping from its chin. It had yellowish burnt skin that looked to be coming off in chunks, with red bloody flesh showing through. Its eyes were completely black and they were staring straight at Harry. As he watched it raised a hand and pressed against the glass as if trying to get into the room. Harry spun around and looked at the window. No monster, it was all his imagination. Harry placed a hand over his pounding heart, leaned back against the wall, and closed his eyes. Because of this he did not see the ghost of a hand print fading quickly from the cool glass……..

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A/N-REVIEW! PLEASE REVIEW! What do you think? Once again sorry this is so late. Reality came and kicked my ass.