Title: Pretty eyes.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling!! Sadly.

Rating: M in following chapters.

Pairings: Draco/Harry.

Summary: After summer, Hogwarts opens it's doors again. Harry's happy to go back, but people says he looks like a girl! Also, Malfoy and Zabini begin to act strangely towards him… D/H.

A/N: First of all, I want to give a big, big thanks to my new beta, d3m0nang3l1106, she's great and helps me a lot :) On the other side, I also want to say thanks to all people who review and to those who offered to beta my story :) thanks xD Changing the subject, I'm very sorry for this – again – late update. I've been sick and struggling to find someone who would beta Pretty Eyes, so I've been slower writing. I'll try, from now on, to write faster xD I've got a lot of ideas (everyday I come up with a new one xD) so I'm eager to write them xD Well, I'll be going now :) thanks to all of you for reading my story, and I hope you'll like it!!

Pretty eyes

Harry felt bad. He didn't know what was happening with him, or anyone else for that matter.

He didn't know why he looked like a girl, and he didn't know why he seemed to always attract the strangest people.

And, above everything, he was confused with himself. Malfoy had only touched his nape and he had felt as his whole body was on fire. He felt ashamed of himself again, so much that he didn't know how to face the blonde.

Harry couldn't get away from the image he had woken up to the day before: Draco Malfoy, peacefully sleeping beside him on the bed. His face was close to Harry's, as well as his body. But the thing that surprised him the most was that his own arm was clinging around his enemy's waist, so tight that his muscles hurt. He just remembered the blonde's soft voice as he woke up, looking still a bit asleep, and muttering about finally freeing himself.

Harry just couldn't forget about it.

'He's a fucking boy, for God's sake! And Malfoy, on top of that!'

But his heart and body didn't seem to share his opinion…

Draco walked towards the Hospital Wing, almost trembling in his shoes. 'Okay, calm down. Yesterday was nothing; Potter was just being a selfish brat.' When he was woken up by the brunette, Draco had fled out of the room, leaving Harry alone.

'And why is that stupid nurse never in there? She could make things easier!'

He fumed, scaring away some first years that were in his way.

"Draco!" someone shouted behind him.

"Oh, Blaise! What are you doing here? Weren't you with the others in the Common Room?"

"Yes, I was. I just thought that it would be nice to lend you a hand with Potter."

"…Oh, really?"

"Yeah!"

"…Well, you see, Blaise; it's really annoying to take care of Potter, you'll bore yourself. Plus, I don't think it's allowed."

"Well, let's try!" said Blaise, giving him a malicious smirk.

'Shit, and now this git's gonna join in. I can't believe it. And why does he want to come with me?! Grr, I'm getting more and more frustrated as time passes.'

They silently entered the Hospital Wing, finding Madam Pomphrey fussing over some potions and pomades.

"Ooooh, it's great you're here Mr. Malfoy! You can take care of Mr. Potter while I run out to do some things!" She said, with a bright smile.

'Why the heck is she smiling like that?'

"Why is Mr. Zabini here?"

"Um, he said he wanted to help…But I don't think –"

"That's greeeaaaaat!" She said, widening even more her smile.

"Thanks a lot, Madam Pomphrey." said Blaise politely.

"Thanks to you, boy! Oh, Mr. Malfoy. From now on you'll have to apply this pomade to Mr. Potter, on the shoulders, and the low part of the chest. If he has another crisis, it will prevent a little respiration problems and muscles numbness. Well, I'll be going then. Bye, boys!" And with that, she rushed out of the room.

"Where's she off to?"

"I don't know, she's never here."

"Oh, how irresponsible."

"…Don't act so stuck-up around me, Zabini. I know what you're up to." snarled Draco, glaring at his former friend.

"Oh, really? What makes you think I'm up to something?"

"You perhaps can fool the others, but nothing escapes me. You do something to Potter and you're dead."

"And why is that, Draco? Are you jealous or something?"

"Of course not, Zabini. I've got dignity, something you seem to be lacking of. And I won't let you soil the Slytherin name just because of some childish caprice."

"Desiring someone is not a childish caprice."

"Depends on how you look at it."

"And how do you look at it?" grunted Blaise, starting to take his wand out.

"I –"

"Malfoy? Is someone in there?" said a tiny voice, coming from the other room. "…Are you speaking to yourself?" He added, suspiciously. "You've gone crazy so early?"

"No, Potter. We've got company, you see. I'm not very accustomed to speaking to myself."

Draco opened the door, with Blaise trailing behind him.

"…Why have you brought him?" said Harry, with an even more suspicious tone than before. "What are you two up to?"

"Jeez, Potter. We're up to nothing; it's this dumb head that wanted to come here with me. Don't ask me why. Now, lift your head, I'm gonna change your cushions. Oh, and you need to take the medicines."

"Shit, more? Which ones?"

"Umm…The strange purple thing, I think. The sour one."

"Nooo!" whined the brunette, sloping on his bed. He put his hands on his head and blinked his green eyes.

"How many medicines does he have to take?" asked curiously Blaise.

"I don't even remember. A lot. Hold on, I'll be right back." With that, Draco left the room, going to search for the potion, while Blaise wandered through the room.

"Ooooh, poor Potter. You want me to make those medicines taste better?" He purred.

"…No…" answered Harry, eying him unenthusiastically.

"But it would taste great, Potter. Feeding it to you with my mouth…" he said, approaching the brunette.

"You come any closer and you'll be sorry."

"Oh, really? Why, beautiful?"

"Because I've got my wand right here and I can curse you into oblivion."

Blaise stopped, wondering if the brunette really had his wand. Then, an idea popping in his head, he smirked.

"I wouldn't mind you showing me your wand."

Harry didn't seem to get the innuendo, as he suddenly took his wand from the little table and pointed it at him.

"I had warned you!" And with that, he began throwing all kinds of (non-lethal) curses at the Slytherin. Blaise seemed to loose all of his confidence, as he suddenly put on a scared face and tried to avoid the curses. He hid behind one of the two other beds, sitting on the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??" screamed Draco, entering the stance. "YOU'VE MADE ME SPILL EVERYTHING BACK THERE!!"

Harry turned towards him, shocked and surprised to see him so angry. The blond was panting heavily, making a pause before continuing his ranting. His face was red and wrinkled with anger, and he screamed at the other two non-stop. Harry just looked at him, completely quiet, too shocked for words. Then, looking as if he couldn't find his words, the blond made some frustrated movements with his arms and stormed towards the bed.

"GIMME THAT!!" He said, snatching Harry's wand from his hand. The brunette was still so shocked that he didn't even remember to complain.

Blaise stayed still behind the bed, peeking from time to time at Draco. Suddenly, the blond left the room noisily.

Blaise and Harry stayed silent for a long time until Harry spoke up.

"Does this happen frequently?"

"No, not at all. But when it happens, he really looses control. No one dares to go against him."

"Oh. W – what's gonna happen now?"

"Uhh…I don't know…He'll try to act normally, I suppose."

And that is what happened. But, evidently, Draco had trouble keeping himself still. He brutally shoved the potions glass in Harry's face, forcefully making him drink it, while the brunette choked against it.

"Draco, you're suffocating him."

"Don't tell me what I'm doing." snapped Draco, lips pinched.

"…But you're going to kill him. Look, he's already blue."

"Don't. Tell. Me. What. I'm. Doing!"

"Okay, okay. Jeez…What's gone over you, really?"

"Get out of here."

"…Ye – yeah… See you in the Common Room." And with that, Blaise got out with his tail between his legs.

Draco resumed his job in making Harry drink some different potions, lost in his angered thoughts. Suddenly, a cool hand gripped his wrist. He came back to reality, and saw Harry trying to draw his arm out of his face, all dirty with spilled potion and red from air-loss. He rapidly removed the potion from the brunette's face, who began gasping and coughing instantly.

"You dickhead! Watch what you're doing, for God's sake! Didn't you see I couldn't breathe there? You were trying to kill me or what??"

"Of course not, Potter! You're starting to irritate me now!! Try and shut up a little, would you?"

"You're supposed to take care of me, you know! Not make it worse!"

"I am taking care of you." hissed Draco, trying to calm down. "Now shut up and drink."

"I can drink it by myself, thank you." snapped Harry, taking the glass in his own hands. He made a disgusted face while swallowing it up, looking angrily at the Slytherin.

"You've finished?" said the blonde, as Harry put down the glass.

"Yeah. You only said it was the purple one! Why did you bring so many other things?"

"Because, Potter. It's better this way. The more, the better. Don't go and play with your health. Time for pomade, now."

"Playing with my health? It's you who's playing with my health, making me drink whatever you find! And what pomade? Why pomade? I don't need any pomade!"

"It's to prevent I-don't-know-what for when you have those crisis, Potter. Now, stay still."

The rest of the afternoon passed on like this, between reproaches and little fights. Harry whined constantly, irritating Draco to no end. Fifteen minutes before leaving, a question popped up in his mind.

"Potter."

"What?"

"Why the fuck did you throw curses at Blaise?"

"…It doesn't concern you."

"Oh, IT DOESN'T?? YOU WERE MAKING SO MUCH NOISE I SPILLED EVERYTHING ON MY –"

"Okay, really!! This guy was just doing strange things again! I warned him against coming close to me and he did and so I just did what I said I would! I'm tired of his fucking advances with me! Really, what kind of mentality do you have in Slytherin? It makes me sick!"

"Well, Gryffindor mentality isn't better. Or are you forgetting about Finnegan? He doesn't seem to get enough from anywhere!"

"It's different."

"How?"

"He's not a filthy snake like Zabini!"

"Oh, would you just shut up?"

"Don't order me around!"

Draco, then, howled angrily and brutally finished rubbing the pomade on Harry's shoulders. He applied the pomade so hard on Harry's soft skin that some spots began to turn red. Somewhere in the back of his mind, far away from the angry thoughts, Draco wondered how the brunette could have such a soft and pearl-like skin.

"You stupid fucking idiot – you're hurting me! Stop it! Ow!"

"It's you who's provoked me, Potter!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!"

"Hey, hey, boys. Don't fight anymore." said suddenly a calm voice.

"What?" said the two at the same time. They looked around, but didn't see the owner of the voice. Then, something "clicked" in Harry's head.

"Oh, Rudolph!"

"Bingo!" The ghost appeared in front of the bed, startling Draco. He leaned forward and put his face at one centimeter from Harry's.

"How is my beloved beauty doing?"

"Fine. Would you mind not being too close to me? Thanks." answered Harry, turning his face away and shifting on the bed.

"Come on, little one. It's not as bad as you say, is it?" smirked the ghost.

"It's got nothing to do with that, it's just that it bothers me." snapped Harry, glaring at Rudolph.

"Oh, you're not blushing this time. How come? Last time I saw you, you blushed only because of my words. Mm, is my charm not good enough for you?" asked Rudolph, adopting a mock worried tone.

"Shut up." said the brunette, turning his head to the side, blushing.

"Ooooh, now you blush! So cute! Heh, you're lucky my hands can't do anything – right now. I will find a manner."

"Ahem." said Draco. "Who is this, Potter? You know, we're busy, right now. Could you, please, leave?"

"Ummmm…No." Rudolph answered, with a playful smile on his face. He threw him a challenging look, and then simply resumed to go back to chat with Harry; causing Draco to decide to get out of the room and clean all the items.

'What's wrong with this ghost? What the fuck was that look? Is he trying to provoke me or something?' Draco fumingly thought, while cleaning the glasses and putting them back into their places. He left the Hospital Wing without even saying good-bye.

'First Blaise, now this. What's wrong with everybody today?'

Draco had felt extremely irritated by Blaise's presence. He knew he was up to no good and it angered him to no end. His reactions had been very extreme and unnatural, but he had completely lost it. He still remembered how Blaise had turned into ashes their friendship without a second thought; now, his only presence was enough to make him jump in frustration. He didn't really know why he was so concerned by his attitude towards Potter, but he knew that he didn't want him anywhere near the Gryffindor... He tried many times to think rationally about the matter, and came to the conclusion that it was all about his sporadic attraction towards the beautiful brunette.

His irritation had evolved into uncontrollable madness when he heard the two others making a fuss on the other side of the Hospital Wing.

Draco thought again of the blush that had covered Harry's face when he was speaking with the ghost. He couldn't help but think that it was simply adorable. He knew it was wrong, because his enemy was just a calculating and manipulative brat; but sometimes he just was too attractive to bear with it.

In the calm of the night, going towards his House and irritated again over everything, he remembered how casually and almost intimately Harry and Rudolph spoke, and he felt an unexpected, but strong, pang of jealousy.