3.

Harry opened his eyes, the sunshine hitting him just from between two leaves. He looked up to the tree covering him, remembering where he was. Peacefully swaying between dreams and reality he stretched and put his hands behind his head. The day was warm and the lake had been the perfect place to sit and think, in peace and alone. He had thought of many things, the war, Ron and Hermione, Sirius, and Draco. Actually, he had mostly thought about Draco.

Their relationship had changed quite a bit recently. An understatement, really. They had gone from hating each other and fighting every chance they got, to something akin to friendship. They would sit next to each other in class, have friendly seeker matches, where the loser had to pay for their next butterbeer, they would even go on long walks around the castle and talk about everything. Or simply share a silence. Some wouldn't think this anything special but it was to Harry.

He found Draco irresistible, his eyes demanded attention. Maybe it was the way Draco had helped Harry during the war, especially in Malfoy Manor, but he could see kindness and affection behind those blue-grey eyes of his. Burning with icy passion.

His skin smooth and pale, so different from Harry's.

Yeah… He couldn't hide it any longer, or at least not to himself. He had a tiny, eensy, bitsy, little crush on Draco Malfoy.

He wasn't worried, not really. It was a crush, nothing more. It would pass in a month, maybe two. He wouldn't, no, couldn't act on it, it was so tiny it had no importance.

He decided to head back again, it still wasn't late but he had quidditch and it would be better to attend this week.

He felt around for his glasses, still with one hand under his head and looking up, making the moment last as long as possible. His hand touched something, but it wasn't his glasses. It was soft and silky, a million strands of it running through his fingers like silk. Oh, that was a nice feeling. He then turned his head and found his hand stroking a blond head. A sleeping blonde that hadn't noticed someone was touching his hair. Maybe he could let himself this one little… he continued to brush his hands through the soft hair, noticing how much it had grown in the last two months.

- What are you doing Potter?

Harry jumped a mile in the air. Draco still had his eyes closed but had clearly spoken.

- I… I…

- Coherent as always, I see.

He wasn't mad then, not if he was being sarcastic. Harry let go of a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

- You had a leaf in your hair.

- That will happen if you just fall asleep next to a tree.