Title: Pretty eyes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…But I own Rudolph!! Yay! xD

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: Heeyy! Well, I've had this chapter written faster than what I expected. It's kind of a "transition chapter". Wow, it's already the seventh OO I never thought it would be so long xD I like how it's going, for that matter. Thanks a lot to my beta, d3m0nang3l1106, she's a great girl! Thanks to all the reviews, also! When I began the story I never thought it would get so much reviews, makes me happy xD From now on, things are going to be more juicy between the two lovebirds ;) I plan on a lot of humor and um, strange things xD Thanks a lot to everybody! I hope you'll enjoy reading this chapter!

Pretty eyes

"Harry!"

"Hey, Seamus!"

Harry had finally been let out of the Hospital Wing.

"How are you?"

"Everything's all right, thanks."

"I heard from Ron that you had strange attacks."

"Yeah, the poison caused them. But I've been taking a lot of potions to prevent them, so they haven't been too frequent."

"It must've been hard to cope with Pomphrey all this time." said Neville.

"Well, she wasn't there as often was one would think…Always doing things out of the Hospital Wing." said the brunette, adopting a confused tone.

"Oh, that's not like her." said Hermione.

"Yeah, that's strange."

"Oh, well. Harry, welcome back! It's good to have you with us again."

"Thanks, Dean. I'm happy, also."

"It must have been horrible to see Malfoy every day."

"…Yeah, a bit. Well, a lot. I mean; yeah. Yeah, it was horrible."

They stayed like this for an hour in the Common Room. Harry felt quite at ease, finally being able to speak and laugh normally with all his friends. Hermione was ranting about the importance of studies, while Dean, Neville, Ron and Seamus spoke about Quidditch. People gazed at them with amusement…it was the type of atmosphere he loved, but still, something didn't feel right. He knew his heart was longing for something, but he didn't want to acknowledge it.

The next day was a dull one. Classes were long and boring, and Harry didn't dare look at the clock.

There was only one thing that was remotely interesting, shocking actually, to him and the rest of the class: Snape had cut his hair; and it wasn't greasy anymore.

"It's…kind of…scary." murmured Hermione.

"Yeah…It gives me the chills. So strange…It's not like him at all."

"I wonder why he did that." said Harry.

"Perhaps…" said Hermione, with a light of realization in her eyes.

"What?"

"A woman."

"…NO…"

"…WAY!" cried Ron and Harry at the same time.

"Look, it's only a possibility. Anything can happen in this world."

"It's not possible! That's so…so gross! Snape? With a woman? It can't be!" screamed Ron.

"Ron, it's only a possibility. Let's not jump to conclusions."

"But, but…Hermione…"

"Yes, I know, Ron, I know. Don't be scared. Everything's all right."

Snickering, Harry observed his two best friends' act, amused at how Ron mockingly rocked back and forth while Hermione stroked his back.

Days went by, and Harry felt more and more at ease. Hagrid gave him special attention now, and he gave very specific instructions to the students before presenting them to any new creatures.

Sometimes, very sporadically, Harry would exchange a fast glance with Draco. These moments were tense and rapid, and the brunette struggled not to say too much with his eyes. He felt a strange longing every time he thought of – or saw – the blonde; he felt like the other side of Malfoy he had glimpsed pertained to a totally different person.

'Don't think of it anymore. Don't think of it anymore. Don't think of it anymore. Don't think of it anymore!'

Two weeks passed like this, and Harry felt more and more nervous any time he was around the Slytherin. On the other hand, his supposed Arch Nemesis was making discreet passes at him, again. One night, dining in the Great Hall, Harry let his gaze wander to the other tables. He suddenly saw Draco looking directly at him. His piercing eyes were gazing amusedly at his entire body, making him feel a sudden nervousness intoxicate him. Smirking, the blonde continued to roam his silver gaze over him for a while until he broke the contact.

Harry had felt an uncontrollable chill go down his back, and he struggled to get all his thoughts about those unnerving eyes out of his head.

This kept going on for a while, leaving Harry more and more flustered every time.

"What's wrong, Mr. Potter?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing, Sir."

"Then, please concentrate on making the potion. I don't think you'll succeed, but at least try."

Harry glared furiously at him, his hands trembling in anger.

"Hey, Harry, don't listen to him." murmured Hermione into his ear. "He's not worth it, 'kay? Now let's do this potion. It's really easy if you understand how it's done."

"Oh…yeah."

"I really wonder…"

"What?"

"…What's going on with Snape? I mean, look at him…It almost looks like he wants to look good!"

"He isn't succeeding."

"Well, yeah, but there's a change!"

"But he doesn't look better in any way."

"Yes, it's true. But he's working on it."

"Yeah, true."

"We should investigate this."

"…Hermione!"

"What? It could be interesting!"

"It's not our problem!"

"Aren't you curious about it?"

"Well, yes, but I don't want any more complications."

"Come on, Harry! Please?"

"No!"

Ten minutes later, Harry had promised Hermione that they would investigate try find out what was causing those changes.

'Why do I always have to get in trouble!' thought Harry that night, while wandering alone in the corridors.

Hermione had already made a plan that they would put into action three days later. It was a complicated thing that she had thought of in a couple of minutes, and he didn't understand anything of it.

Harry was completely immersed in his thoughts, walking without any real destination, when he stopped in his tracks, seeing a figure standing beside a window.

The person was bathing in the moonlight, and didn't seem to realize his presence.

"R – Rudolph?"

The person turned towards him, not making a noise.

"Um…"

Harry approached the window, wanting to know who was there.

Suddenly, he saw his face – Malfoy!

"Malfoy! What are you doing he –?"

With a smirk, the blonde pushed him into the wall and locked lips with him.

Shocked, Harry didn't think to refuse him. As Malfoy forced his way into his mouth, Harry felt his legs melt. The blonde's tongue was smooth and was completely controlling him. He pressed him against the wall, making Harry's shoulder blades ache.

His "enemy" slid a hand into his hair, pressing further into his mouth. Trembling from head to toe, Harry felt his mind go completely blank.

Slowly, the blond began caressing all his body, arousing Harry so much that he couldn't think of anything else but those hands seductively teasing him.

But, then, Harry panicked. Not exactly understanding, he began struggling for his life.

He bit the blonde's tongue, making him scream in pain.

"Why 'id 'ou 'o 'at?" he cried, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Be – because…! This…! I…!"

He didn't know what he could say, so he launched himself at the Slytherin and…slapped him in the back the head.

Then, he punched him in the stomach.

And he ran.

"WAAAAAAAH!" he screamed, running to death.

Far from him, Draco coughed in pain, but, nonetheless, smirked. His 'seduction plan' was working.