Her hand came flying forward, knuckles bared at the Slytherin. Harry sucked in breathe and in the millisecond before her punch landed on his face Malfoy reached up and grabbed her hand.

"Don't touch me you bloody whore," he pushed her fist back and dropped his bag. One of the boys caught her as she stumbled back and another came forward with a girl to try and hit the heir. He let fly a left hook, catching the boy under the jaw and sending him back into the group. Blaise grabbed the girl's shoulder and spun her around from the blonde, he punched her in the gut and shoved her to the ground.

"Go!" Blaise ducked past the blonde as he punched one of the girls who'd charged at him. Blaise grabbed Draco's bag and darted past the Gryffindors, pulling them away in his wake. Malfoy managed to punch another one before he took off after them. The group recovered and started after them.

A security guard came from a wing and called for them to stop and he moved in front of Malfoy. Instead he side stepped the guard and shoved open the door. Blaise, Ron and Harry stood a little ways from the steps, awaiting his appearance. He burst through the doors and jumped off the stairs.

As he sailed through the air his black shirt lifted up and Harry saw the pale stomach and prominent hip-bones. Holy crap, those hips are incredible. Harry felt himself stare for that second, the image making itself permanent in his mind. Malfoy landed and stood up, taking off again, the other three went after him. Harry glanced back and saw the gothic kids getting hauled out of the Centre by the shopping guard, he looked pissed off and was yelling something as he shoved them roughly down the stairs. After a little while they slowed down and stopped under a street light a block away from Privet Drive. Blaise laughed and lent against the light.

"That was fairly successful," Zabini said, leaning his head to the side to look at Malfoy who was sitting with his back to the post.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that Malfoy?" Ron asked, clutching his side.

"Bar fights, mosh pit fights and an ass kicking by my cousins when I was twelve," Malfoy answered. He let out a chuckle and then winced, "I think I got hit," he put a hand on his jaw and Harry saw a bruise forming already.

"Yeah, you did, must have been a good one," Harry nodded.

"Ow," Malfoy pressed it lightly and shrugged. "It's not nearly as bad as the black eye I got during the brawl after the Wax Statue concert last summer."

Blaise laughed, "that was so hideous, I can't believe Helena hit you that hard."

"Helena Fudge?" Ron frowned.

"Yeah, she's a bloody monster during a fight," Blaise nodded.

"You two are crazy," Ron said, but in a non-malicious way. Harry smiled, maybe things would be okay…ish.

The group stood up and made their way back to Number 4, moving slowly since Ron was still winded and Blaise thought his legs were going to fall off.

"You want some ice for that once we get back?" Harry asked. He and Malfoy were a little ahead of the other two.

"What? Oh, yes please," Malfoy nodded and worked his jaw a little. The joint popped and Malfoy let out a sigh. "I guess that's one place we can't go again."

"There are loads of things to do, besides, in a few months, the guard won't even remember us," Harry shrugged it off.

Malfoy nodded, "I feel bad about starting such a stupid brawl, getting you and Weasely mixed up in it."

Harry was stunned, "Why do you feel bad about it?"

"Normally there's an excuse for fighting, drunkenness or plain insanity or someone been challenging for a real reason. This was just a stupid girl who got on my nerves and I should have let it go, not fought. I apologize."

"Nothing happened, its fine," Harry shook his head slightly, still a little dazed by the apology.

"I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," Malfoy said, giving him a half smile or smirk.

They reached the driveway and walked up to the door. Petunia was peering at them through the window but disappeared upstairs as soon as they got close enough to see her. Harry let them all in and they went to the kitchen to drink some hot tea and relax before going to bed.

"I think I'll take my tea to bed and read," Blaise said, examining the mug and teabag Harry had set out for him.

"That's fine," Harry nodded and watched the teakettle start to whistle.

"I'm just going to shower and go to bed," Ron said, he picked up his bag and left, waving goodnight to the three. Blaise swirled his tea as Harry filled the cup and then the other two.

"Night Harry," Blaise waved at the Gryffindor and planted a peck on Malfoy's cheek, "night love."

Malfoy returned the kiss, "night Blaisey."

He disappeared upstairs and Harry walked over with their tea. Malfoy hauled himself up onto the island and sipped the liquid he was given.

"Oh, the ice," Harry went back and prepared a little pack of ice.

"Thanks," Malfoy took it and set it against his jaw. He wrinkled his nose then set it down.

"What?"

Malfoy just shook his head and sipped his tea. Harry rolled his eyes and picked up the ice, he set it against the bruise and, even though Malfoy tried to move away Harry wouldn't let him. "It'll help, I promise."

"Doesn't mean I like it," Malfoy humphed and took another sip of tea.

Harry was standing in front of him, his stomach about the same height as the island Draco was sitting on, so their faces were about parallel. They happened to glance at each other at the same second and caught the other's eyes.

"I don't think the ice is helping," Malfoy whispered, caught off guard by the unreadable look in Harry's eyes.

Harry was silent in response, with a blush he broke the eye contact and looked away. Malfoy smiled a little, almost amused.

"I think I can take it from here," Malfoy put his hand on the ice pack, slightly over lapping Harry's. The Gryffindor nodded and slowly withdrew his own hand, a heat spreading over his cheeks.

"I'll see you in the morning then, night Malfoy," Harry said, he picked up his tea and walked away.

"Night Harry," Malfoy said, his eyes elsewhere, Harry paused for a second but, blushing continued away.

In his room Harry set the mug down and flopped onto his bed. A little confused he closed his eyes and imagined the year to come. The blonde Slytherin starting fights in the first week of school, maybe punching a teacher. He could see Malfoy looking constantly perfect, smirking at people, sneering and insulting.

"I've got a Malfoy on my mind," he rolled his eyes and turned away to face the wall.

Malfoy remained seated on the island, considering the possibilities. He didn't really want to go to Stonewall, nor did he really want to have anything to do with a large number of muggles. Slowly rolling over the thoughts in his mind he noticed Harry's bag still on the table. He slid off the island and picked up both bags, leaving his ice pack on the counter along with his tea. He turned and saw Petunia standing in the doorway, giving him a curious look.

"You're Malfoy, correct?"

"Yes ma'am, I am," Malfoy nodded, his shoulders held back.

"How'd your outing go?" She asked, moving into the kitchen more.

"Fine, we went to the shopping centre and I was just going to bring Harry his things, he left them down here," Malfoy indicated the bag in his left hand.

"Oh," she spotted the ice pack, "did you get hurt?" she cooed at him.

"No ma'am, just got a lesson on what an cold pack thing does," Malfoy took a step back to match her step forward.

"I see," she nodded and gave him a weird, adoring look. She took another few steps forward and reached out to touch his shoulder.

"Please, I have to be going to bed now, long day learning about muggles tomorrow," Malfoy moved back quickly and went around the other side of the table.

"Of course, good night Malfoy," she moved her eyes over his body and watched him leave, adoring his backside.

The Slytherin prince rushed upstairs and shut the door behind him, locking it was many times as he could before running out of locks. Ron was just leaving the bathroom and gave him an odd look.

"What happened to you?"

"Potter's aunt just tried to get too friendly," Malfoy breathed heavily.

Ron's eyebrows shot up and he laughed, clutching his stomach, "really?"

"Yes," Malfoy saw how absurd this had been and chuckled softly. "I've got to give Potter his stuff."

"Yeah, no worries," Ron was still laughing as he left himself into his room.

Draco went to Harry's room and opened the door. The black haired boy was lying to the wall and was probably half asleep.

"Potter?" Malfoy's voice was soft and sounded a little breathy.

The boy shut up and looked at him, bewildered. "What?"

"Here," with a smirk he handed the other boy the bag and left.

I'm so glad it wasn't real! Harry said in reference to the half-dream he'd been having.