Not Them Just One

By: Darth Sakura

Pairings: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: I do not own them... unfortunately...

Chapter 2
Harry was very tired after having to do double shores as consequence of the dragon incident yesterday. Trying to relax the muscles of his aching shoulders, he watched Draco through the window.

That boy was just plain strange.

He would stare at the garden, in that same expressionless face, caressing all the plants and flowers that are around him. To Harry that boy only gave him that weird feeling of mistrust and suspicion. Nobody could behave like that, even if it was fake.

He was so focus on watching Draco that he did not hear the footsteps behind him.

"Why won't you talk to him?"

Startled from Hermione's voice, he made a small jump turning around to face her.

"What?" he asked with a heavy breathing.

"You are watching him with such curiosity. If you want to know so much, why won't you talk to him?"

Harry turned to the window again, seeing the same thing from moments before, "I do not trust him."

Hermione only smirked at him, not saying anything. Walking back to the kitchen, she said over her shoulder, "I need you to go to the forest for some holy leaf."

"Whatever for?"

Following her to the kitchen he observed her, while she started to wash some of her cauldrons. "Draco has this injury in his arm, and the only thing that can heal that cut is a lotion with a mixture of holy leaf. I need you to get some for me, while I do some potions for his sickness."

He sighted knowing that he could never go against her orders. Wanting to make this fast he went rapidly to pick up a basket and started to walk into the forest, hoping to find some holy leaf without going to deep within the woods.

While looking at some of the plants, bushes and trees, his mind, against his will, started to recap yesterday's events. More specifically, he started to remember the "greeting." Blushing at the memories he wondered what kind of salutation was that. After him freaking out because of the... kiss, Draco asked him if it was not the common tradition of welcoming someone.

"No," he said with disbelief, panting a little.

"Oh," Draco said without much feeling. Harry was surprised that the boy did not find it embarrassing kissing someone, much less another boy. Putting again that innocent smile the boy asked, "Pardon me for my action. I am not very informed in thy traditions."

Begging for the blushing to disappear from his face, Harry sat at the farthest corner of the bed, "that is all right."

Draco suddenly frowned and asked, "I suppose I do not know as much as I thought."

Harry got closer to Draco. Not wanting the boy to be sad, especially those eyes to look sad, he started explaining. "Well, the way you can greet someone is like this. You take their hand first," He took Draco's hand, "address them in the proper way, depending on whom you are talking to, may be Lord, Sir, Your Majesty and so on. In my case would be only my last name, so you would say 'a pleasure to meet you Potter.' After that you give a little bow and then you let go." But the boy did not let go. He started deeply into the handshake for some seconds. Harry started to have an eerie feeling from his hand and wanted desperately to release it, but he did not want to be seemed like a coward.

After some minutes, Draco looked, with his gleaming gray eyes, at him and very slowly said, "It is a pleasure to meet thee Potter." Then, very slowly, he dropped his hand. Finally, having his hand back, Harry could swear he still had that tingling feeling, and, just noticing it, his heart started to slow down.

A little out of breath, again, he said, "Yes, that is how it goes."

Even now, walking through the woods, he could not understand what made him react the way he did. At last, after some cutting, digging and walking, he found the holy leaf, picked some and started his way back.

Arriving at the house, he handled the basket to Hermione.

"Oh good, you found them." She said, clearly showing that she was not worried in the least. "Go and wash your hands, we are going to eat soon. Oh, and while you are at it, go and pick up Draco. He must be hungry too."

As soon as he washed is hands, we went to the garden calling on the boy. Draco must have been very deep in thought because he did not acknowledge him. Harry tapped his shoulder and, when Draco turned to look at him, he looked very interested at the grass and said, "The food is ready."

The two of them made way to the dining room. Harry went to sit at his respective place. Draco looked curiously at him, but did not move. Hermione arrived with the food, and, with a small smirk, told him. "Draco, go and sit at that chair in front of Harry. That is the place where you will eat."

Harry looked oddly at Hermione, but she ignored him.

Once Draco finds his seat, Hermione started serving the food. Harry was utterly surprised at the uncooked and bloody meat that was served on Draco's plate. Its smell was even more atrocious. But the boy did not seem to mind with the way he was looking, and drooling he noticed at further inspection, at it. When everything was ready, Hermione and Harry took their knifes and forks and started to eat without much delay. Draco, on the other hand, looked at them amazed at what they were doing. Harry found himself uncomfortable and blushing again at the stare, as if he was doing something wrong.

"Do you mind?" He asked when he could not ignore those eyes anymore.

Draco only started at him in wonder.

Hermione, with her usual smirk, said, "You do not need to do what we are doing. Use your hands if you want. That must be your custom, is it not?"

Draco rapidly moved his eyes to his plate. "In a way, it is."

Her smirk soon changed to a small smile, "you must be very hungry. That meat was made especially for you. It will help you get healthier sooner, and scar that wound faster."

Harry, glancing at that bleeding meat, very much doubted so, but said nothing.

Soon Draco was devouring the meat, like he has not eaten in weeks. Harry was stunned by the velocity that the meat was disappearing and could not help but just stare, forgetting everything about his food. Hermione kept eating, like it was an occurrence of everyday.

Harry soon found himself cleaning the dishes while humming. He liked cleaning the dishes, it made him relax and reflect. Very soon his thoughts wandered into the gray-eyed boy Draco. The more he got to know him, the more he thought he was weird. Its like he grew up in a totally different place. It made Harry get more suspicious of him, but at the same time... fascinated. The strange wounds in his body, the way he spoke, the way he would stare with those shining eyes of his... Harry felt suddenly a strange warm in his cheeks and, with a small shake of the head, continued washing the dishes.

He never noticed the perceptive brown eyes of Hermione, who watched him from the door.

To be continued...