disclamer: I do not own any of the characters in this story Jk Rowling does.

Chapter 1-right Be-cider you

Harry was in the hallways surrounding the courtyard, brooding as he does on a regular basis, when he saw Malfoy, walking around and being suspicious as ever. He stood up and made his way swiftly over towards his arch nemesis. Malfoy turned his head.

"What do you want, Potter?" the blonde drawled.

"You are looking quite suspicious over here," Harry pointed out. "I'm going to watch you to make sure you're not doing anything for Voldermort."

"Fine" Malfoy responded with his usual sneer, looking away. Harry looked at Malfoy and noticed how his sky blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. He had never realized how beautiful they were. Sparkling like diamonds.

He wiped this thought from his head. Why was he thinking like this? Malfoy is arch nemesis! The person who he is supposed to hate! He was quite handsome, though, Harry would admit. Tall. Slender. No wonder the girls were all over him.

And suddenly Harry just wanted to talk to Malfoy, Something he had never felt the urge to do before. Awkwardly, though he tried not to show it on the outside, he started with, "so you're not playing quidditch this year, 'ay?"

Malfoy snapped his head up. "I have other things to do than just flying around on a broom all day, Potter."

Harry found it hard to wipe the hurt from his face before Malfoy could see it.

The Slytherin sighed. "Sorry, that was rude. I'm just not used to actually having a civilized conversation with 'Chosen one' Potter. Normally we just hex each other."

"It's alright, mate"

Malfoy's beautiful eyes caught his once again. Harry couldn't get over how they went so deep with so many different shades, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, he thought to himself.

The sound of a throat being cleared called Harry back to attention.

"Anyways," Malfoy tilted his head at Potter's staring, his brows furrowing. "I need to get back to what I was doing."

Turning around abruptly, he took a bite out of the apple he had been carrying and walked swiftly away. Harry would have turned as well and gone to find Ron and Hermione, but he noticed those blue eyes darting back and forth. If Malfoy's actions hadn't been suspicious before, they definitely were now.

Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he picked up the pace to go meet the Slytherin.

"It seems that Hermione has dragged Ron off to a study session," Harry lied, knowing that in reality his friends were probably off looking for him.

Malfoy sighed but continued on, his steps quick and purposeful as he continued to take bites from his apple, making his way to the courtyard. By the time he slowed, Harry following behind, the fruit had been reduced to the core. Malfoy, without looking at the Gryffindor at his side, chucked the core across the lawn.

"Yes!" He exclaimed and began walking towards where he had thrown the apple. An uncharacteristically genuine smile had appeared on Malfoy's face when Harry caught up to him.

"What in the world are you doing, Mal-"

Harry's eyes widened before he could finish the sentence and his jaw dropped to the floor. In the blink of an eye, past an invisible barrier, everything around the apple core changed. Before him, the scrawny tree that had once been right in front of him had morphed into a giant tree with apples of all different colors and sizes.

What had Malfoy been up to?