A/N Hiya everyone!! I'm back from Florida (which is actually a bummer, but at least I get to write again now!) So thanks all for waiting so patiently for the next chapter. It feels like its been AGES!! Thanks to reviewers:

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'Growing Up'

Harry looked deeper into the copy of the Daily Prophet that he was reading – if it was possible. If it were possible, he'd like to sink into it and get out of this house.

Hermione was across the table, staring at him again; Ron half staring at him, half eating his breakfast; and Ginny was eating her breakfast quietly, but there was something touching and stroking his knee, and he knew it wasn't Ron or Hermione. For two days it had been like this. Ever since he had arrived back from his last 'lesson' with Draco. That night, he had kept to his word and not said anything about his falling off the broom incident or anything that happened while he was at Draco's house. However, ever now and then he thought he probably should say something, because that was the whole reason Hermione kept staring at him. Apparently he had been white as a sheet when she first saw him, and that 'worried her'. Harry was sure that Hermione now thought Draco was torturing him in lessons or something, when in fact it was quite the opposite. Hermione, of course, told Ron and Ginny about his paleness, and so Ron was worried too, but not as worried as Hermione, because – in his words – 'if Harry was being hurt, he's not stupid enough to not tell us'. Ginny, on the other hand, seemed to find it all a good thing. Since Harry hadn't heard from Draco since that evening, he supposed that Ginny took it as a good sign, hence trying to get closer to him again.

That was another reason Harry felt so terrible. When coming home after the incident at Draco's house, he felt on top of the world, despite having nearly fallen off a broom. But then, the next day, Harry heard nothing from Draco, nor had he today. He didn't understand why, but then, he hadn't understood why Draco was so angry after Harry had almost plunged to his death. All Harry knew was that the warm feeling in his chest got even warmer every time he thought about Draco; and it was beginning to ache for the fact that he hadn't seen him.

That was it, too much thought about Draco at the breakfast table and Hermione's eyes digging too deep into him made him jump up suddenly, causing Ron to choke from shock on his sausages.

"Would you stop staring at me?" He yelled at Hermione.

"Harry!" Ron shouting after clearing his throat.

"What? You'd go mad too if someone sat staring at you for two days!" Harry replied angrily.

"Well if you'd just tell me what happened the other night - why Malfoy hasn't contacted you…" Hermione said timidly.

"I've told you before; it's none of your business!"

"Mate, you're getting way too like you old self again;" Ron said, "The slightest thing and you blow it all out of proportion."

"I'm not blowing anything out of proportion!"

"Why won't you let us try and help?" Hermione asked quietly.

Harry paused. Help? Help with what? Help that a girl he hardly knew was trying to get really close with him, when all he could think about was the warmth in his chest when he was with Draco? He thought they couldn't help with that.

"Because there's nothing for you to help with," He said quietly before turning around. He went to leave, but before he did, he turned his head and said one last thing, "You can help in one way. Leave me alone."

With that, he walked away up the stairs, with the idea of not going back down until the other three had gone to work. He sat down on his side of the bed, which he had slept in for the first time last night since before his accident – only because of a painful back from sleeping on the sofa every night for so long.

He was just about to lie down and try to get more sleep (since he hardly got any last night) when he heard footsteps outside the bedroom door before it opened and Ginny walked in. Oddly, she waited at the door for a moment before entering the room completely.

"Are you ok?" She asked timidly.

Harry looked at her. "Sorry… I got a bit carried away, didn't I?"

Ginny shrugged and walked slowly towards the bed, "You're… growing up," She laughed, but Harry said nothing. There was a short silence before Ginny carried on. "You have a right to be angry at them. I'd hate it if someone stared at me all the time."

Harry breathed deeply and the two of them sat in silence for what felt like many minutes on opposite sides of the bed, Harry lost in his thoughts. He had quite forgotten she was there when he stood up to remove the t-shirt he had worn in bed last night, but then he heard a quick shuffling behind him and jumped as he realised that Ginny must have been watching him.

She was also stood up, her eyes pouring greedily over his bare chest. Harry didn't know what to do, but he didn't feel so disgusted by her anymore, so did not put his shirt back on. He merely stood there and Ginny started to creep towards him around the bed.

"I'm sorry I was so horrible to you, Harry," She said quietly. Harry saw her move her head to check that the door was closed. "I was just frustrated; all that time… Not knowing if you were going to… grow up…"

Ginny put particular emphasis on the last two words that she spoke, and suddenly, everything fell into place.

"I've missed you…" She breathed quietly, taking Harry's hand. Harry went to jerk it back, but something stopped him from doing so.

So this was it. Harry seemed to have 'grown up', as Ginny put it, rather quickly. He wasn't quite sure what to do – but then again, he wasn't really sure of anything right now. Ginny was getting ever closer to him, her hand was now holding his more tightly than before. And then, before he knew it, their lips were touching. Ginny opened her mouth quickly, sort of opening Harry's with it against his will, and then something disgustingly smooth and wet was inside his mouth, brushing up against his tongue.

However much he disliked it – which was a lot – Harry did not pull away. It could have been worse; and for some reason, while it was happening, Harry seemed to forget things. He forgot how angry he was at Ron and Hermione and forgot that he had ever had an accident. The thought that did not leave him, however, was worry about Draco.

Suddenly, Harry was pulled back out of his musings Ginny walked forwards even more, not separating their mouths, but pushing Harry back into the wardrobe door. He hit it with a thud and opened his eyes. Ginny's eyes were closed; she was immersed in kissing him. Just when Harry began to get slightly bored by the whole thing, something happened that made him jump.

Ginny's hands were frantically undoing his button on his trousers that he had slept in; although he couldn't see it he could most definitely feel that that was what she was doing. Harry jerked his head back and felt Ginny's horrible slimy tongue leave him, saying "What are you doing?"

Ginny did not reply, but moved her head quickly forward once more so that, again, Harry seemed to be silenced and stuck in a kiss. His mind was not in it, however, when his trousers were completely undone, and Ginny's hand pushed down inside them.

Harry jumped and pushed Ginny away violently, feeling extremely red in the face.

"Oh, you're not…" Ginny said, looking at Harry's 'lower half'.

The initial anger that had pounced up in Harry had disappeared, and he said, "I'm not what?"

Ginny's face suddenly turned how Harry had just felt. "What?" She said stonily.

"I – I'm not what?" Harry repeated, slightly scared by the anger in her face.

"You're not hard, Harry!" Ginny yelled suddenly.

"What?" Harry shrieked, thinking that now he understood – growing up wasn't just being able to kiss without feeling sick.

"Oh for goodness sake, Harry!" Ginny shouted loudly, and Harry heard footsteps running up the stairs, but she didn't stop yelling. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm not doing anything!" Harry said loudly, but not half as loud as her.

"That's just the point! You…"

The door flew open and Harry turned quickly to see Hermione and Ron standing there.

"What's going on?" Hermione said. Harry noticed that she then looked away quickly and he realised that his trousers were still hanging loosely off him.

He did them back up quickly and replied, "I don't know, ask her. On your way to work, preferably." He added on the end.

A pause lingered while Ron looked sternly at Ginny and she left the room. Ron followed behind and Hermione merely said, "See you later," and exited.

Harry breathed a sigh of little relief, guessing that Ron would probably shout at his sister as soon as they left the house. But that wouldn't do much good in the long run.

He went to sit back down on the bed, and found himself flopping down onto it with his head in his hands. It was evident now that he knew he was older that eleven years old, and was starting to warm to it, but he wasn't 'old' enough yet to do what Ginny wanted. But then, why could he kiss her and not do anything else?

Then, an idea flowed through him. What if the reason he couldn't do things with her was because he just wasn't attracted to her? But that was silly, because he needed to be attracted to her to marry her – he must have been before his accident.

Harry smiled weakly to himself at the thought of being attracted to someone like that. The only person he was attracted to was Draco, and that was just because he was his only friend, and he saw him in his sleep. Just then, the warm feeling erupted again in his chest and Harry smiled, but then frowned again. He didn't know why he was smiling when he hadn't even heard from Draco for two days.

However, at that moment, Harry jumped when he heard a tapping on the window beside the bed. He got up to look around and saw an owl that he had seen only once before, waiting to be let into the house.

Harry's eyes widened and he leapt off the bed to open the window. The owl soared in and landed on the desk, holding out its leg for Harry to take the small scroll tied to it. Harry did so, and before he had even unrolled it, the owl had zoomed off again.

His heart beat quickly as he saw, again, handwriting that he had seen once before, spelling out his name. His first name.

Harry,

I'm sorry I haven't seen you for a couple of days, I've been doing overtime at work, covering your old Healer (she's still popping up and vanishing every now and then). I hope you're alright and the Weasley's and Granger haven't caused you to go too mad. I thought I'd best scribble a letter while at work and let you know that I haven't run out on you. Also, tonight is my first night I'm not doing anything, so I'll come over to yours and have a lesson if you like. Hopefully my owl has stayed with you for long enough for you to write a reply, unlike last time. If not, I'll come over anyway, I don't think you'll mind too much. It will put the others out anyway!

So I'll see you tonight at around half seven.

Draco.

Harry smiled widely and laid back down on the bed. As he closed his eyes to try and have a nap, he thought to himself, at least that was one good thing that came of this morning.

Harry didn't sleep for long during the day, and when he woke up he just went to watch the television, although there wasn't much on. The initial anger and confusion that had raced through him that morning had completely vanished after reading Draco's letter, so for the whole day he was relatively happy. When Ron, Hermione and Ginny came home from work later in the afternoon, Harry could tell that Ron had certainly shouted at Ginny for what she did. Of course, Harry was quiet embarrassed because Ginny must have told them, but he didn't much care as long as Ginny had been shouted at for it.

Dinner that evening went slowly to Harry, because he was excited about Draco coming over within the next hour, which he had not told Ron, Hermione or Ginny, purely because he wanted to see their expressions when Draco merrily walked through the front door.

And then at last, half past seven came. Harry had been up in the bedroom watching the rain pour down outside from the window, but decided it was probably best to go and wait in the living room, owing to the fact that he didn't want the other three to open the door when Draco arrived, since they might not let him in at all.

So Harry bounded down the stairs happily and walked up to the living room door which was closed, only to hear voices behind it. Feeling in a rather mischievous mood, he stopped quietly outside to listen.

"Well, he hasn't been home long, Ginny, give him a chance!" Hermione said, although she didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight.

"It's ridiculous!" Ginny said loudly. "He's not even making an effort to remember things!"

"That is true…" Ron mumbled, "He could at least try and remember Quidditch…"

"He could at least try to remember me!" Ginny retorted. "When I was kissing him this morning, he was complete rubbish! He had no idea what I was doing! When usually… Well… I'm not used to taking control! Let's just face it, he hasn't remembered anything yet, and he never will, so there's no point in trying to help."

No one said anything, which obviously meant they agreed, but they were ashamed to say it.

Harry stood back and blinked. He did try. He'd tried with all his mite to remember things; it wasn't his fault they wouldn't come back. It was whoever pushed him off his broom in the first place that was to blame. But they didn't even care. The people who were supposed to love him most in the world didn't even care about him enough to help him. They didn't even like him.

Harry jumped when there was a sharp rasping at the door. He had completely forgotten about Draco within those few minutes.

The door next to him opened and Hermione shrieked a little at the sight of him. But then she looked at him properly, and fear filled her face.

"Harry…" She whispered.

Harry said nothing, but turned away to answer the front door. It was only then that he realised his face was slightly wet from tears. Slowly, he pulled the door open to the wind and rain and saw Draco standing, arms crossed and head bowed.

"About time, Harry, its wet out…" Draco had lifted his head and seen Harry's lowered expression. He looked over at Hermione, Ron and Ginny who now all stood out in the hallway, half shocked to see Draco, and half shocked to see Harry. "What have you done?" Draco spat at them, but when he got no answer, "Harry?"

Harry looked at no one and tried to stop crying, but when more tears just ran down his hot cheeks, he couldn't stand them all staring any longer, and he ran out of the front door into the rain.

He didn't look back as he ran, so he had no idea what Draco was doing. He also had no idea where he was going, since it was dark anyway and the heavy rain clouded his glasses and his view. Soon, he slowed down to a walk, feeling the water soak through his clothes onto his skin. He now had no idea which direction the house was in, and he was cold, lonely, and wet. He sniffed, wiped his cheeks with his wet sleeves and sat down. Only a couple of seconds after, however, he jumped back up.

"You're sitting in the middle of a road, did you know that?" Draco's voice said calmly.

Harry turned around to look at him, but the most he could properly see was his pale face and hair.

"I wouldn't care if I car did hit me!" Harry shouted.

The next thing he knew, he thought he saw Draco taking his cloak off and he walked towards him to wrap it around Harry's shoulders, but Harry jumped away.

"Is that all you think of me too?" Harry shouted loudly, both tears and rain falling from his face and hair now.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Do you think I'm not worth the trouble?" Harry yelled.

Draco said nothing, but put his cloak on Harry's shoulders. "Come on, Harry. Hold onto me."

Harry blinked, and something happened that had never happened to him before.

"Hold me."

"What?" Harry asked, finding it very difficult to breathe.

"Hold onto me…" Draco said, and Harry put his arms around his waist.

And then, as they flew down towards the grass, Harry only just started to shiver.

He knew he was safe, and so took Draco's arm.

"Ready?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, and heard Draco click his fingers.

A/N Hiya!! It's great to be back!! I know I said all this at the top, but thanks for patiently waiting while I was on holiday, and thanks for coming back!! Sorry this chapter isn't the longest, but at least its slightly longer than the last one hey?? Tehe!! I hope you liked it. It's a lil heart-wrencher for Harry isn't it? Anyways, thanks for reading!!