A/N Thanks to reviewers:

.J.e.n.n.a.7.: Hehe glad you liked it. Hermione's reaction was meant to be funny, glad you picked up on it tehe!!

LunaParvulus: Tehe, I love the fact that you all hate Ginny! It's awesome!!

Murgy31: Hehe, I second the above comment!

SlashFan69: I third the above comment and also say that thanks, I did have a good time in Poland. Hope you didn't miss me too much lol! And I'm sorry this chapter actually wasn't up that quickly…

Dress up romance xx: Hiya! It's so awesome to get new reviewers! Thanks for reading and I hope you stick with the fic hehe!

StarDreamer1269: Heehee!! Everyone just hates Ginny! Rather than a slash fic, I think this will turn into a 'we hate Ginny Weasley' fic lol!! Thanks for reviewing!

YG: She's only his worst nightmare because she's so obsessive; that or such a slag…

narutoclaymorelove4evaThanks so much for your review. I did have fun in Poland thanks. And thank you for saying that my grammar and spelling are good. Even when I read through the finished chapter I don't tend to check for spelling, and I always feel like I put way too many commas in, so your review reassured me hehe thanks!

The Boggart

"So, last night wasn't too bad then?" Draco said suddenly halfway through their lesson the next day.

"What?" Harry asked quickly as he picked up his wand from the floor after having been disarmed.

Draco turned to him and smirked, "You haven't moaned about the Weaselette once today. I'm starting to think that you have… sorted out your differences."

Harry tried not to scoff, but it was no use. When he did not answer, however, Draco continued. "I'm right then?"

"Why do you care?" Harry asked sheepishly, feeling his face getting red again.

"Oh, I don't care, Potter," Draco drawled suddenly, "It's just something funny for me to hear about in my ordinary life."

Harry stared at him. He was shocked that this comment hurt him more than it should have done. Was that all he really was to Draco? Something to laugh at when everything else got boring?

"Your life is hardly ordinary," Harry protested, wanting to move away from the subject of Ginny, "You work in a mental hospital!"

"All the people here aren't mental!" Draco shouted, firing up most suddenly. "I'll have you know that some people are seriously ill! You can't remember what it was like, Potter, after the war! Don't lecture me about working in a 'mental' hospital!"

Harry stood gawping, with his mouth wide open at Draco for a few seconds before his brain worked enough to reply, "I didn't lecture you… I didn't mean it…"

"Well then think before you speak," Draco said bluntly.

"You really care about your patients, don't you?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes, I do."

Harry sat down opposite Draco, who was not looking at him. He was staring fixatedly at his black wand, twirling it around in his fingers slowly.

"I went downstairs…" Harry said quietly after a few minutes of sticky silence.

"Pardon?" Draco spat, looking at Harry as though he were insane.

"Last night…" Harry answered, blushing again, "It was better because I stayed downstairs. I didn't go to bed…"

Finally, a smirk appeared once more on Draco's face, and Harry was glad of its company. It then disappeared very quickly, however.

"She shouldn't make you feel like that," Draco said quietly.

"I'll get used to it…" Harry waved the comment aside.

"You won't if you sleep downstairs every night."

Harry smiled, "Well then that's ok, because I hardly slept! I was up all night reading."

Draco smiled too, "I wondered why you had suddenly gotten better today from yesterday."

"I'd thought about using some of those jinxes you told me about on Ginny, but thought I'd better not…" Harry said, and Draco laughed loudly.

Then, the strangest thing happened; when Draco laughed, Harry felt a tingle shoot down his spine. It was only for a second, but it was there.

"You were never so funny in Hogwarts, Potter," Draco said as he finished laughing.

Harry chuckled back nervously, "Maybe you just didn't know me well enough…"

When Harry was sitting down for dinner that night after a five hour long lesson, his mind definitely wasn't on the food that sat in front of him. Just like the night before, all he could think about was Draco and magic. Magic and Draco. The two words seemed to fit perfectly together in his mind, but he had no idea why. He quickly came to the conclusion that it was because Draco was teaching him magic, and so he supposed he just happened to say those two words in the same sentence a lot when talking about it. There was however, something else that was (literally) tickling his thoughts. His spine still tingled ever so slightly after hearing Draco laugh earlier that day. But Harry had come up with a reason for this as well. Since he had woken up in hospital, he did not remember hearing anyone laugh once in his presence, so it was probably just a shock to hear someone laugh for the first time in such a long while.

"Harry!"

Harry jolted in his seat as he realised Hermione was talking to him.

"Didn't you hear a word I said?" She asked impatiently. At his lack of response she sighed heavily and repeated, "I said, don't you think it's about time you stopped seeing Draco now?"

"I'm sorry?" Harry said blankly.

"We just think you'd be better off without him…" Ron said quietly.

They were back there again. Harry thought he had convinced Ron to be ok with his friendship with Draco. And Ron had told Hermione to lay off, not stop for a few days and come back stronger.

"Why?"

"Because you should be here, resting, rather than going backwards and forwards all the time…" Hermione replied.

"Well then I'll just ask Draco to come here," Harry said sarcastically.

Suddenly, Ginny let out a growl from the other end of the table, "You shouldn't be friends with him at all!"

Harry stood up from his seat quickly, making it fall over behind him. "And are you going to tell me why this time?" He shouted at her.

"The longer he doesn't tell you," Hermione said, "The more important it is that we don't!"

"How does that work?" Harry yelled. "Why are you all keeping things from me? You think that my eleven year old mind can't take it?" He questioned sarcastically. "You think that by keeping what are obviously bad things from me I'll just do everything you say?" Hermione opened her mouth to speak again but Harry cut her off. "Well I won't! Draco is helping me more than any of you will, so I'm going to stay friends with him, whether you all like it or not! And there's nothing you can do about it!"

With that, Harry stormed off into the hall and up the stairs. He slammed the bedroom door closed behind him and went to sit by the window, fuming from head to toe.

He stared out for as long as he dared possible, trying to calm himself down. It was only after about half an hour when he saw a large bird flying towards that very window did he actually move.

Quickly, he opened the window at which he sat and watched a dark brown barn owl fly into the room, a scroll of parchment tied to its foot. Harry took it from the owl and let it fly back out of the window from where it came.

Slowly, he opened the scroll, not caring if it was meant for him or not.

Potter, it read,

My shift at work has been changed to tomorrow morning rather than tonight, so, realising you'll probably enjoy the company, I've decided to come over to your house at seven o'clock for another short lesson, seeing as we won't get one tomorrow. I know where you live because of your medical records.

If you'd prefer me not to come then send a letter back with my owl; I won't be offended. If not, however, I'll see you at seven.

Malfoy

Harry looked up from the letter and out of the window; the owl was already halfway across the next field. Not that it mattered, of course, Harry wouldn't have sent a letter back anyway. He smiled to himself as he realised that Draco turning up at the house right now was just what he needed – to get back at Ron, Hermione and Ginny, that was.

He then looked across to the clock that sat on the desk in the corner and saw that it was quarter to seven already: the owl must have been a slow flyer or Harry had taken forever to read that letter.

And suddenly the doorbell chimed downstairs, ringing around the house. Perhaps Draco was early.

He ran quickly to go and answer it, but when he was halfway down the stairs he saw Ron already opening the door.

"What are you doing here?" He said aggressively as he saw Draco standing outside.

"I've come to see Potter, didn't he tell you?" Draco spat as he walked into the house, uninvited by Ron.

"I only just got the letter…" Harry said as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

Draco rolled his eyes. "That bird," He said, "It's so old now; I sent it away half an hour ago!"

Harry chuckled as he looked at Draco. It seemed that he had something large planned for this lesson, as he carried with him a bulging old bag. He then looked over at Ron, who stood watching them with his mouth wide open.

"Do you mind if we go in the living room?" Harry asked him loudly.

"And where are we supposed to sit for the whole night?" Ron replied angrily.

"Well fine then," Harry said, equally as angry, "We'll go in the dining room, not that there's much space…"

Harry began to walk off towards the dining room, and shortly heard Draco's footsteps walking quickly behind him.

Once inside, Harry closed the door on Ron, who was still standing in the hall, and turned to face Draco.

"I'm sorry about this," He sighed, looking despairingly at the large table sitting in the middle of the room.

To his surprise, Draco let out a small laugh. He then pulled his wand out from inside his cloak and flicked it easily: the table and chairs that had been around it disappeared before Harry's very eyes.

"I'd been told that people sometimes forget they're wizards after they first find out," Draco chuckled.

Harry smiled. "What are we doing tonight then?" He asked, looking at the bad that was now on the floor.

"I thought we'd try to get a Patronus out of you," Draco said, bending over the bag.

Harry jaw dropped. Draco had told him about the Patronus charm, what it did, and what his and Harry's took the forms of, but he hadn't mentioned trying to teach it to Harry so soon. Draco had said that it was complex magic that they didn't even teach at Hogwarts; the only reason Harry had known at Hogwarts was because he was affected particularly badly by the dementors, so Remus Lupin had taught him in third year, apparently.

"Are you alright, Potter?" Draco said suddenly, making Harry jump, "You look like a dead fish."

Harry laughed nervously and said, "Are you sure I can learn this now?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "It's not going to hurt you, Potter. Besides, if I remember correctly, this was also one of your favourite spells, so it should come back to you quite quickly. And if you could learn it so quickly when you were thirteen, I expect you can learn it even quicker now."

"But…" Harry started.

"No 'buts', Potter," Draco interrupted. "Now, in the bag, there is a Boggart. Do you know what that is?" Harry shook his head. "Well, they don't actually look like anything… Apart from the thing you fear most." At Harry's puzzled look, Draco went to explain more. "They take the form of whatever it is that you're most scared of. I'm assuming that yours will turn into a dementor again, just like it was in third year. Does the concept of losing your mind and soul but still living scare you?"

Harry thought it was a very forward thing to ask someone, but whispered, "More than anything…" In response.

"Good," Draco replied. "So when it turns into a dementor, you can practice the patronus charm. The incantation…"

"What's yours?" Harry asked suddenly. He snapped his lips shut straight after he asked however, feeling that it was a very rude thing to ask someone.

"My what?" Draco asked.

"Your… Your boggart," Harry said quietly, "What does it turn into?"

Draco paused before answering, and Harry could see that he was considering whether to tell him or not.

"Mine…" He said softly, "Takes the shape of the Dark Lord…"

Harry's eyes widened quickly.

"You know what he looks like?" He asked, overwhelmed by this fact.

"I know just as well as you do…" Draco said glumly.

"I have no idea what he looks like," Harry replied. He paused for a moment and then said quietly, "Can I see?"

Draco shot a nasty glare at him, "See? There's no need to see him to know what he looked like. Just to hear about his snakelike eyes and slits for nostrils makes you fear the name of the Dark Lord."

Harry blinked for less than a second and saw a flash of surprisingly dark light in his head. Suddenly, he did not want to see Voldemort's face any longer.

"Now, lets stop talking about him and get some work done," Draco half said, half spat. "Now, as I was saying. The incantation for the Patronus charm is 'Expecto Patronum'. While saying it, you must think of your happiest thought or memory, and light will come out of your wand. Don't loose the memory, or you'll loose your patronus. So, on the count of three, I'll open the bag and the boggart will hopefully look like a dementor for you to cast the spell on. Ready?"

"Aren't you going to show me first?" Harry said quickly.

"I can't, the boggart won't be a dementor for me," Draco replied. "So, one… two… three."

Draco opened the bag quickly, but nothing happened for a few seconds. Draco stood back against the wall, so that Harry was closest to the bag… And then it moved.

Harry felt his face go white; he felt sick, dizzy and terrified all at the same time. He dared not look over at Draco – this wasn't what he'd expected at all. It wasn't what Harry had expected.

For there, on the floor in front of him, the bag had tipped sideways and out of it had rolled Draco Malfoy, white as a sheet, dead on the ground.

Harry didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to get rid of it? Think of something scarier than that: something he feared more! But that was when he realised, that was the scariest thing that could happen to Harry right now. The thing he feared most was if Draco was dead and he didn't have a friend left in the world.

He shook from head to toe, but still they both stood there, staring at the dead Draco on the ground in front of them. However, Harry was sure he could feel the real Draco's eyes burning into the side of his face.

Then suddenly, finally, Draco beside him moved. He pointed his wand, said the word 'Riddikulus', and the Boggart disappeared back into the bag.

Then there was more silence. Harry thought he'd die under the suffocatingly ice-like atmosphere in the room until Draco moved abruptly again, reaching out for the bag that was still on the floor.

"I think I better go…" He said, rushing to make the table and chairs reappear.

"No," Harry said quickly, "Draco…"

Then it all happened in slow motion, just as it had done when Harry first cast the expelliarmus spell. Draco span round, his wand pointing directly into Harry's face. But before he knew it, Harry's wand was in his hand, and a jet of red light had shot out from it, without Harry even saying any words, and Draco's wand flew across the room.

They both watched it fly and hit the wall, and when Draco turned back to Harry, he seemed to be breathing quite quickly. "Don't call me Draco," He whispered through gritted teeth.

Harry said nothing, but stared at him slightly timidly as he went to pick up his wand and stalked quickly out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry stood for two more seconds before realising with a jolt that his boggart had half predicted the future: if Draco left now, he'd have left Harry's life forever. He ran out of the room.

"Malfoy, wait!" He shouted quickly, milliseconds before Draco walked out of the front door. "Please!"

"I have nothing to say to you, Potter!" Draco spat.

"What's going on?" Ron, Hermione and Ginny suddenly appeared, and Harry couldn't help thinking that that was all he needed right now…

"I didn't do anything wrong!" He said to Draco, ignoring Ron.

"I don't wish to discuss it any further!" Draco yelled, still holding the front door open.

"Oi! This is my house…" Ron began to shout, but Harry interrupted.

"Actually! Most of this house belongs to me so you can fuck off!" He shouted, surprising himself.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Don't worry, Granger," Draco spat again, "I'm leaving now. And I won't be coming back!"

And with that, the door slammed and Draco had gone.

"Harry… What's…" Ginny began but Harry wasn't listening; he ran over to the door and flung it open again, but there was not a trace of Draco to be seen.

Harry went back into the hall and closed the door quietly behind him.

"You see what you've done?" He whispered angrily at Ron, Hermione and Ginny. "But you don't even care do you? You're glad he's out of my life! Because now he's out of yours, too!"

Before any of them could say anything, Harry ran up the stairs and into his room. He sat down on the chair that he was on earlier, facing the window, and looked out. He jumped out of his skin as he saw a blonde-haired man floating not far away, looking down at the very window that Harry stared up out of. It seemed, however, that as soon as Draco noticed Harry was there, he span around and flew away quickly before Harry could do anything.

That night, after Ginny had gotten into the bed, Harry crept out and downstairs, still not wanting to stay with her for a whole night, and thought that, perhaps, there was still hope. If Draco had really never wanted to see him again, he would have flown off without a second thought. But he hadn't. Harry knew it was Draco that was hovering over his house, staring at him, and so he knew all he had to do was be patient. Draco would come back. Sometime.

A/N There ya go! Hope you like it! It was really fun to write this chapter! I'm sorry if the bit about the boggarts turning into dementors and stuff is wrong, but I think it's mostly accurate! I tried my best hehe!! Loves!! xxxx