A/N: ok first off… THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOU'RE REVIEWS FOR MY OTHER STORIES! You guys are so nice! anyways this is gunna be a short little one-shot thing. nothing graphic but ITS STILL PRETTY DAMN GOOD! I swear I think you'll love it. I do… MUH HA HAAA… ah… well enjoy

Some Feelings You Just Can't Hide

Draco Malfoy looked out of a window, breathing in the cool winter air. It was a beautiful day. He started to walk, and soon found himself outside on the Hogwarts Grounds. He looked around and decided to walk around the lake.

But before he could take another step, he saw a figure walking towards the lake as well. From Draco's view, it looked very much like a boy, but his black hair was covering his face. Draco wanted to take a closer look when suddenly the boy walked into the ice cold water. Draco wanted to move, but somehow he was completely numb. He just watched the boy walk further and further into the lake, until the lake engulfed all of the boy.

"NOOO!" Draco's mind screamed, and he tried to run. He tried with all his might, but his feet seemed to weigh tons. The thick snow wasn't helping him either as he summed up all of his power to just get to that lake. But he couldn't… he was falling now… the bitter cold snow freezing his skin…

"AHHHHHHH!"

Draco woke with a start, soaking from sweat, yet cold from it too. Shivering, he pulled his knees to his chest and suddenly started to cry. He didn't know why, but something in his heart was breaking. He wanted to scream, to let all of the unknown pain out, but he just couldn't. He didn't understand any of this. The dream, the pain… what did it all mean?

Draco slowly moved out of his bed so his feet touched the cold floor, but he remained sitting. Shaking uncontrollable, he buried is mouth in his hands, trying to muffle his crying. His throat felt hoarse and dry, his eyes were burning from the tears, and as much as he tried, he couldn't stop the tears.

He carefully stood up, holding the bed post to balance himself. He tried to think of ways that usually would relax or calm him down. Taunting Potter and making him miserable was always fun, but seeing how the sky was still dark, Potter would probably be with his dorm still.

He slowly walked towards his trunk, when he tripped over his broom and came crashing to the ground.

"Ughhh Malfoy!" Blaise mumbled angrily, half awake, half still asleep. "Shut up would you?'

"S-sorry…" Draco managed to choke out. "Going… practice… be back later" And with that he grabbed his broom his quidditch robes and a cloak, and walked quietly out of the room, careful to not wake up Crabbe or Goyle, who were of course still snoring in their sleep.

Draco passed that Weasel and Mudblood in the corridors, who seemed to be attached at the mouth and were pushing each other into the prefects bathroom. Thinking that he was going to hurl, he made it down to the quidditch pitch in record time, making the least amount of noise as possible. He quickly changed into his quidditch robes and put on his cloak for extra warmth, and mounted his broom. He kicked off from the icy grass on the ground, making the cold air pierce his skin. But he didn't really mind… flying was indeed much more relaxing than making fun of Potter.

He closed his eyes as he inhaled the crisp air, and opened them to find himself looking down at the lake. He squinted his eyes, seeing that there was someone down there already. Walking slowly towards the lake. Straining his eyes, he managed to see the face, and it was… Potter?

What the hell is Potter doing? He thought to himself. Then his dream flashed into his mind, and his heart skipped a beat. He carefully watched the boy walking towards the lake, his head hung down, shoulders slumped. He took a step into the lake, and then just kept walking.

Draco tried to smirk at this. He tried to be the cold-hearted person that everyone thought he was, and tried to laugh at Potter drowning himself. But he just couldn't. As Harry started walking further into the lake, the water up to his waist now, Draco panicked and speed out of the pitch towards the lake.

His torso was pressing down oh his broom, as he urged it to go faster. Fear was rushing through his entire body as the water engulfed Harry. Draco literally jumped off his broom as he got close to the ground and threw of his cloak. He dived into the lake, and almost regretted doing so. The ice cold water felt like a thousand knifes stabbing every inch of his skin, but he didn't care. He had to find Harry… he just had to.

He narrowed his eyes, searching everyone for a sign of Harry. Then he saw him… slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake.

Draco's lungs were screaming for him to go back up for air, his brain was screaming for him to get out of the water and warm up, but his heart was motivating him to keep going… keep swimming. With all of his might, he swam. Kicking furiously, his body screaming for different reasons, his eyes stinging either from the cold water, or tears – he really didn't know – but soon he managed to get Harry. Mustering up all of his power, he forced his body to keep moving, to keep swimming, to still be able to save Harry.

Draco soon reached to surface of the water, the cold air stinging his face. He gratefully gulped down the air, and lifted Harry's head above the water as well. But Harry wasn't making any sign of life. Draco desperately pulled Harry towards land, which thankfully wasn't very far. He placed Harry on his back, and quickly examined him. He was paler than Draco himself, and his lips and eyelids were a heartbreaking blue.

That familiar pain came back to Draco's chest and he tried to think of what he should do. He was sure Professor Flitwick had told them a charm for when someone drowns, but of course he didn't listen. Draco then remembered CPR, something that little Mudblood was telling Potter and Weasel in that class. The muggle way of doing that spell or something. He pressed down on Harry's chest a couple of times, and then he froze, realizing that he'd also have to do mouth-to-mouth. But one glance at Harry's freezing body made him forget his immature foolish thoughts.

He placed his mouth on Harry's, filling his lungs with air. He repeated pushing on Harry's chest, placing his mouth once again on Harry's cold lips, and now screaming for Harry to wake up. Harry's eyes shot open at this, and he spluttered out water that was in his lungs.

"Harry!" Draco cried instantly, and starting hugging him. Harry was shaking and shivering, and fear was all over his face.

Draco quickly withdrew from the sudden embrace and stared angrily at Harry, tears starting to stream from his eyes. "What the BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING POTTER!"

Harry tried to say something, but he was freezing and couldn't speak. Draco looked around and found his cloak that he threw away before he jumped in the water. He quickly took off Harry's soaking shirt and his own, and wrapped the two cold bodies together in the cloak. He put a quick heating charm on the cloak, and he held Harry close to his bare chest.

After a few minutes, they both were starting to warm up as Draco rubbing his hands across Harry's own bare back. "W-w-what are y-you d-d-doing?" Harry asked unsurely.

"Trying to warm you up, you idiot." He said, angrily yet softly. "I'm using a little thing called 'body heat' and 'charms' to keep you warm and to stop you from freezing to death."

Draco was crying again, and now Harry was crying just as much. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING POTTER?" he was crying out. "You could have DIED!"

Draco held Harry tighter, and suddenly he kissed his forehead, then his cheeks. "Don't you EVER do that again!"

Harry was stunned by Draco's sudden actions. This isn't the Malfoy that he knew only too well. "I-I'm sorry…" He said, still shivering and trying to suppress his tears. After a few minutes Harry spoke again.

"Draco?" He asked quietly, almost whispering.

"What?" Draco answered, sniffling.

"Why did you save me?"

Draco froze, as he thought of an answer for the question. He remembered at first he didn't want to care, and he didn't want to save Harry… but he still did.

"I… I don't know" he replied lamely.

Harry nuzzled his face in Draco's neck, and Draco started to cry again. "I-I think… I think I'm… I think I like you…."

Harry looked up at Draco at these words. The cloudy winter sky was suddenly clear, and the warm sunlight was shining off of Draco's tear stained flawless face. He looked beautiful. Draco looked down at Harry, and their eyes locked.

"I think I like you too…" Harry said, as he slowly brought his lips to touch Draco's. The kiss was soft, and tender. It was gentle, but both of them were pouring out all of their feelings into it. Draco's soft tongue ran across Harry's already warm lips, silently seeking entrance but signaling that he would pull away if Harry said no. But Harry opened his mouth, and their kiss deepened. Their kiss stayed gentle and loving as Draco and Harry's tongue massaged against each others affectionately.

The slowly pulled away, but just enough to keep their faces still close. "I lied…" Draco said to Harry. "I know I love you."

Harry smiled and kissed Draco again. "I love you too…"

Harry performed some drying spells that Draco didn't know at all, and they both walked back up to the castle, still embracing each other.

A/N: oh wow… omg I think this story was pretty good. Oh wow I can't believe it.. I nearly cried writing it… yeaaa but that's not the point. The point is… um… actually I don't know what the point is. ANYWAYS hope you liked it as much as I did. Please review if you did, and if you like this story check out my profile and other stories.

 oh wow… omg I think this story was pretty good. Oh wow I can't believe it.. I nearly cried writing it… yeaaa but that's not the point. The point is… um… actually I don't know what the point is. ANYWAYS hope you liked it as much as I did. if you did, and if you like this story check out and .