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After his second nearly sleepless night in a row, Harry was understandably quite tired. He sighed, reluctant to get out of bed. He couldn't find a reason really, when Draco was this mad at, and wouldn't even speak with him.

Maybe something to temporarily take his mind off of things would help and really, Harry decided, what was better than flying? Harry grabbed his broom and the snitch he had gotten from Ron a few Christmases back, and left the dorm.

When he reached the pitch, Harry saw that someone else was already there. Logically, he knew it had to be Draco since no one else was at school right now, and if he were completely honest with himself, he had been hoping to run into him here.

Harry mounted his broom and took off. Long before he caught up to Draco, the latter turned around to see him.

Sighing, Draco said "What do you want? I'm still pissed."

Harry, taken down a peg, said "I know. I thought maybe you'd fancy a seekers game? Nothing else to do around the school really."

Draco sneered and flew away without an answer. Harry followed.

"So uh, is that a no?" The blond exhaled loudly, to show his annoyance. "Yes fine, just because I'm bored."

Harry smiled and released the snitch, after which they separated and searched different parts of the field.

It wasn't a long search, only about twenty minutes, and of course, it was Harry who noticed the glint of gold first.

Draco saw him take off into the middle of the field before he spotted it.

Technically, it was closer to him, but Harry had quite the head start. They were coming from opposite directions and Draco recognized a little too late that the situation wasn't a good one.

They had both been too focused on the snitch to see the inevitable head on collision.

Draco tried to turn away but was a split second too late and ended up body checking Harry.

When they collided, Harry had been at exactly the wrong angle and promptly slid off his broom, falling. Draco sat in shock for a second, watching him fall, before snapping back to the present, realizing that if he didn't catch Harry, no one would.

In a blind panic, Draco pointed his broom almost straight down and with the help of gravity, sped downward, just catching Harry ten meters above the ground.

Draco hauled him onto his own broom, with the Gryffindor tipping precariously to one side, and slowly descended to the pitch.

Harry had, at some point during his drop, fallen unconscious

"Oh Merlin Harry…look what you've gone and done…" Draco lightly tapped his cheek, trying to revive him.

"Harry… Harry! Wake up damn it."

He was still shaking with nerves. As his mind caught up with his body, Draco plopped down in the grass next to Harry and ran his fingers through his hair.

A few moments later, just when he was properly lost in thought, Draco heard his name.

"Draco?" He looked down to see Harry slowly sitting upright. "I'm so sorry."

Draco looked away knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Fuck, Harry, you could have died."

Ignoring him, Harry repeated himself. "I'm sorry, Draco!"

"Yes well that doesn't exactly change what you did, Harry."

"I know, but…what more can I say? I'm not going to do it again, I just want you to forgive me. We were getting along so well then I had to go and screw it up."

Draco didn't know how to react, and figured the easiest way was to say what was on his mind.

"Why are you being like this? Only a couple weeks ago you didn't want anything to do with me, and now suddenly you're practically begging me not to be angry with you, after you make out with some guy. I'm getting incredibly mixed signals."

Harry blushed and averted his eyes. "I like you. I really do. So much more than Bill, I can't even begin tell you. I don't even like him. It was just…I don't know, I don't know why I did that, Draco. I'm sorry."

Draco closed his eyes as if in pain. After an apology like that, who could be angry? Although, the fact still remained that Harry made out, and then some, with another man. It was when his eyes started pricking with tears that Draco decided he had to leave.

Why was he suddenly so emotional when it came to Harry?

"Give me some time to think, alright?"

Apparently Harry thought this was a fair idea because he didn't protest.

Draco got up and left while Harry followed at a distance, going to lunch instead of his dorm.

Having skipped breakfast, Harry was suitably starving and wolfed down his roast beef sandwich and pumpkin juice before going back for seconds.

The rest of his day was busy but fairly boring. He actually started the Transfigurations homework that was due at the end of summer break. By the time dinner the next day rolled around, Harry was nearly finished and decided it was time to eat again.

Once again starving, Harry stepped into the Great Hall, surprised to see Draco eating where the Gryffindor usually did.

Apprehensively, Harry sat down across from the blond. "Um, hi." he tried with a gentle smile.

"Hey." was the short reply.

"Erm, did you think about it?"

"Well, we have to be together since we're mates, and I figure we may as well be happy about it. So yes, I've decided to give you another chance. I figure it's true that we hadn't committed to each other, and I did kiss Jeremy," He shuddered, "although I was drunk." he sent Harry a glare. "Just make sure you never, EVER do that again."

"Right, I got it. Thank you so much, Draco. And just so you know, that was the only time you will ever see me beg." Harry said with a slight smirk.

His expression was playful, but his eyes told exactly how thankful he was that Draco wasn't holding a grudge.

"Mhm." Draco mumbled as he rolled his eyes jokingly at Harry's innuendo.

"So, what do you want to do tonight?"

"What I really want to do is play wizarding chess."

This suggestion made Harry groan. "How about Exploding Snap? I'm no good at wizarding chess. Or chess, for that matter."

Draco laughed. "Why do you think I suggested it? I'm no good at Exploding Snap."

"Then let's play half and half. We can get both our egos down in one go!"

The blond laughed. "Yeah, alright. Do you want to come down to my dorm? I don't have Exploding Snap cards, but if you bring some, we'll be set."

"Why don't you just come to mine? I have both. Ron's a chess nut."

"Alright. I suppose it is less walking in the end."

They joked their way up to Gryffindor tower, both of them surprised at just how quick Draco was to forgive. Not that Harry was complaining.

The two of them had a competitive but fun evening, with both winning a satisfactory amount of games in the common room, until they were both tired.

Harry joined Draco on the couch from his spot on the armchair. They curled up together in front of the fire, talking about mindless subjects like past crushes (here Harry got made fun of), favourite teachers, and lastly and oddly enough, most interestingly, favourite colours.

"Really? You honestly like red? After all the complaining I've heard about this common room… and it's your favourite colour?"

Draco at least had the good grace to look bashful.

"Well, I'm a Slytherin, aren't I? I'm not supposed to like colours at all, let alone Gryffindor colours! Anyway, let's have it. What's your favourite colour?"

Harry avoided eye contact.

"Aha! I'm not the only one with something to hide! Let's hear it." Harry put on a defeated expression. "Silver."

Draco snorted in a very un-Malfoy-ish way, which caused Harry to break into a fit of laughter.

Draco scowled. "Oh, shut up. I still have laughing privileges. Since when is silver your favourite colour?"

"I've always liked it. Your eyes are pretty amazing because they're silver. No one has silver eyes. It's not really a natural colour like blue. There's something fascinating about them."

The explanation made Draco blush. He hadn't been expecting flattery when he had asked why.

"Thanks, I guess… so anyway…" He searched his brain for something to say. He came up with nothing. How was it that simple flirting had him so tongue tied? Just as he was mentally banging his head against a wall, Harry yawned.

"Are you tired? I can leave if you want." Harry shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll manage to stay up. Do you want something to drink? I was thinking I could go for some tea."

Tea didn't actually seem like such a bad idea to Draco, plus it would give him something to do with his mouth since talking apparently wasn't his strong suit at the moment.

"Sure, but I don't really feel like going to the kitchens."

"No problem. Dobby loves me." Harry told him, embarrassed.

Five minutes later they were both holding mugs of black currant tea with lemon. It was comfortably quiet while they sipped and it stayed that way until they had placed their empty mugs on the table in front of the couch.

Harry yawned again.

"I'm about ready to go to bed. Do you, erm…" He fidgeted.

"I think I'll sleep here tonight. The couch is actually fairly comfortable." Draco answered smiling.

He wasn't lying. It was almost as comfortable as his bed at home.

Harry smiled. "I'll bring you down some blankets and a pillow then, okay? Do you want to borrow pajamas?"

"That would be great, thanks."

Draco settled into the couch after changing and went to sleep happy for the first time in days, smelling Harry on the pajamas.

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