Draco smiled at his reflection. He'd spent at least ten minutes preening in the mirror. He'd been more thrilled than he dared to admit when Harry had let him cuddle with him. He'd been overjoyed when Harry told him the real reason he'd kept the watch. The last bit of his resolve to stop his crush on Harry had gone. Instead, he was going to make it his mission to woo him. He checked his hair one more time and wrote a note for Blaise. He was still feeling a bit shaken up and upset from his visit to the manor but it had helped to let everything out.

To Draco's disappointment, Harry didn't react to Draco's clothes, barely looking up when he walked in the room, but then Draco was starting out gently. He wore one of his best shirts and some well-fitting trousers. He didn't have many outfits at Hogwarts, only his uniform, some outfits to wear on weekends and a formal outfit or two. He had a whole wardrobe of ammunition at the manor, but the thought of going back made his stomach turn. He's write an owl to his mother asking her to send him some things.

Draco led Harry from the common room. Draco suddenly wasn't sure what to say to him.

"I've never been to the kitchens," he told Harry, when the silence became uncomfortable.

"No one is supposed to know where they are." Draco snorted. Of course, Harry did. "Before you say anything, it has nothing to do with me. It's a Gryffindor tradition."

"If you say so."

"Here we go," Harry said when they got to a portrait with a fruit bowl. Draco expected Harry to say the password but instead he reached forward and touched the painting of a pear with his finger. The pear made a strange giggle and turned into a doorknob before their eyes. Harry smiled at Draco's bewildered expression and opened the door and gestured him in.

"Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy," a house-elf greeted them. "What would sirs like?"

"Could we have some sandwiches, please?" Draco was surprised at his politeness towards the elf. Everyone else he knew just barked orders at them. The house-elves bustled about and very soon a tray with rolls, ham, cheese and other fillings was ready.

Harry and Draco settled down on the floor with their food for the second picnic of the day. Draco picked at his food, his stomach still clenched from his weekend.

"You okay?" Harry asked softly. Draco glanced up to meet Harry's concerned expression. Suddenly all of Draco's plotting went out of his mind and he was sad again. He nodded.

"I will be." Harry smiled weakly.

"I'll always be here for you." Draco looked down at his hands and nodded. If Harry had said that six weeks ago, Draco would have punched him. He was quickly beginning to realise that Harry was eager to help people due to his massive heart rather than because he had a saviour complex. Draco, frustrated, pulled at the hair on the back of his neck. He was falling in love with Harry a little more every day. To make matters worse, Harry reached over to hold Draco's hand.

"Thank you."

"Anytime, you're my friend." Draco smiled but he was thinking that getting Harry to think of him as more than a friend was overambitious. Harry probably wasn't even attracted to men. Draco groaned inwardly. This was a stupid idea.

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Apologies! This is a short little chapter but I had to post something. Would you prefer short, more frequent chapters or longer chapters less frequently?