A/N Thanks to reviewers:

.J.e.n.n.a.7.: Tehe, I think all three of them need a smack to be honest, but hey ho, I'll settle for just Ginny if you wish lol!

LunaParvulus: Thank you very much! I missed you too! And that's because Ginny is a bi… Well… A female dog lol!

StarDreamer1269: Aww yay!! I think Harry is worth it too!!

SlashFan69: Eeeek!! No death threats please! Hope this is quick enough!!

Miyanon: Hmm, it's a tricky situation, but don't you feel bad for Draco as WELL?? Hehe!

Murgy31: Tehe thanks, I hope you like this one as much!

Dress up romance xx: Thanks for your review, but i think you've forgotten that this is set after DH, so everything is the same up until that point. So no, Harry was not remembering something from his past. It was a flashback from the chapter where Harry fell off his broom again. Hope you understand!

DanuMarie: Oh thanks for that tip; I didn't know which 'might' it would be, and I'm sure someone once told me that if you use it in that sense it is 'mite', I'm sorry! Hopefully this chapter is better! Thanks!

narutoclaymorelove4eva: Hehe, yup I do love that situation hehe, sense I write it!! Thanks for saying I'm a good writer, I'm glad you can feel sorry for the characters and things, makes me feel good hehe! Thanks for the review!

Friendship

As soon as Harry and Draco popped into Malfoy Manor, Draco began to talk. Harry still had tears and rain falling down his face, but he couldn't help but grin weakly at the Healer-ish attitude Draco was running around with.

"Go and sit down," He said quickly, taking his cloak off Harry's shoulders, "In front of the fire; it's through that door there. I left it turned on when I left. I'll go and get you some dry clothes or you'll get ill. Then you can tell me what happened after I've checked you over." Harry stared at him. "Go!"

Slowly, Harry turned and walked through the door Draco had pointed to as Draco ran off up the stairs. He walked into what seemed to be a living room, but it was not as colourful as the one at his house. This living room was dark green and black, with some blood red coloured features. It was all so dark that the colours didn't go very well together, but Harry assumed that Draco never used it that much anyway, seeing the mounting dust on bookshelves and pictures.

Harry sat on the sofa in front of the fire that burned so brightly it looked particularly odd and menacing in this room. Finally, tears had stopped falling from his eyes, and now all that was left dropping anywhere were trickles of rain water from his hair and clothes. The water ran down his face still, but he did not wipe it away; not feeling the need to.

"There you go," Draco said when he appeared next to him, handing him some clothes. Harry said nothing and didn't look at him, but took the clothes anyway. After a short pause, Draco said, "I – I brought a towel as well, because you're dripping…"

"Sorry…" Harry replied, looking up. It was then that he saw how wet Draco was too. His hair clung to his head and shone brighter than ever before, just like his pale face. And for some reason, Harry thought that Draco's eyes looked more watery than usual: the greyness in them looked almost like dismal clouds in a rainy sky.

"It doesn't matter," Draco replied, trying for a cheery voice, "I never use this room anyway," He said as he took a towel of his own.

Harry watched as he wiped his face and arms, making the angel-like shine disappear. He imitated slowly, his mind not really on what he was doing.

"So," Draco said, about to dry his hair, "Tell me what…"

Both of them jumped as there was a loud chiming noise as the doorbell went off. Harry hadn't heard it before, since he was outside when Hermione had come for him last time, but now he had heard it, his whole impression on Malfoy Manor changed. It was a booming noise that would clearly echo through the entire building, and certainly cut through Harry like a knife. It almost made him scared, or intimidated.

"Do you think that's Hermione?" Harry asked, trying to forget about the bell.

"I'll get rid of her if it is…" Draco replied slowly as his house elf waddled into the room, bowing low.

The elf, however, did not have time to say anything, as suddenly, a girl burst into the room. She had dark hair, was tall and thin and wore an expression that Harry didn't understand at all on her face, but was sure he recognised from somewhere.

The girl didn't look around the room at all; she had eyes only for Draco as she broke into a running jump onto Draco, who staggered back at the sudden cling on.

"Draco," She said in a whiney drawl that Harry instantly disliked, "What have you been doing? I've missed you so much…"

"Pansy…" Draco said as he struggled to make her get back onto her own two feet, "I've been busy…"

"Busy?" She shrieked, finally jumping off him, "Too busy even for me?"

"More important things have come up… Work…" Draco said, trying to straighten himself up.

And then Harry realised where he had seen her initial expression before. It was almost exactly the same as the face Ginny used when she wanted Harry to be 'grown up'. And Harry realised this because, at that moment, the girl – Pansy – slipped her hands under Draco's shirt and pulled him towards her.

Harry watched in amazement as she spoke to Draco.

"Work? More important than me?" She said, now silkily and softly, "Haven't you missed me at all? I've waited for you, Draco, but two weeks is long enough…"

"Pansy…" Draco tried moving away, but she evidently had a tight grip.

And suddenly, Pansy almost ripped off Draco's shirt off over his head, leaving his top half naked. Harry's eyes widened two moments later when he realised the thought that had run through his head when Draco's shirt was removed: hot.

"Pansy!" Draco yelled suddenly, making her jump away, "I've got company!"

Draco nodded over to Harry, still on the sofa – breathing heavily – and Pansy turned to see him.

"Potter," She laughed evilly, "You call Potter company? Not good company surely!"

"Pansy, shut up!" Draco spat, "Harry's a patient, we've been out in the rain and we're wet and cold; would you please leave?"

Pansy's expression was now totally blank, as if she couldn't understand what Draco was saying.

"Harry?" She said.

"Yes," Draco replied angrily.

"Why are you choosing him over me?" She asked, clearly stricken by this thought.

"Pansy, shut up and get out!" Draco yelled once more, and after a moment, she turned to leave without another word.

A silence followed for a few minutes as Draco dried his bare chest and put on a dry shirt that he had brought down. Harry watched with a shocking curiosity to find out more about Draco's relationship with Pansy.

"I'm sorry about her," Draco said as he sat beside Harry.

"Who was she?" Harry asked.

"Pansy Parkinson, she went to Hogwarts," Draco answered, adding on somewhat miserably, "She thinks we're seeing each other…"

"And are you?" Harry asked too quickly.

Again, Harry was shocked to find that he was relieved when Draco laughed loudly and said "No! Not in a million years!"

Harry laughed, "Why not?"

Draco shook his head slowly, "I've been there… Done that… Too many times. She just reminds me of…" He paused, evidently not wanting to bring something up. "She reminds me of Hogwarts. And I've told you before that I don't like how I was in Hogwarts. It wouldn't be good for me to get with her again."

Harry nodded, "Good choice… If you did, you wouldn't like me again, like you said you didn't in Hogwarts. I like you liking me, you're a good friend."

Draco smiled – for some reason, weakly. "You're so understanding, Harry."

Harry smiled at him, but could tell that Draco was on the verge of telling him something, so he stayed silent.

"I – I should probably say…" Draco stuttered.

"Yes?" Harry prompted quietly.

"Just…" Draco tried, "Just that, you're a good friend too…"

Harry smiled. "Thanks. I wonder why we weren't friends in Hogwarts."

Draco shrugged slowly, "Just the Slytherin and Gryffindor clash, I suppose," He answered.

"Now, tell me what happened at your house," He said softly.

Harry looked at him, but then lowered his head. "It's stupid, really…"

"It doesn't matter, whatever they did or said upset you nonetheless," Draco said.

"I just – I overheard them talking and they – they said something…"

"What did they say?" Draco asked, his voice suddenly barely above a whisper.

"They said," Harry began, heaving a heavy sigh, "They basically said there's no point trying with me anymore. Like I'm not worth the trouble because I'm never going to get my memory back." Draco was obviously stunned into silence. "It was Ginny who said it, but the other two didn't argue with her, so they think the same too. They just don't care about me anymore. And I know I don't relate to them like I obviously used to but its not my fault is it? They should blame the person who pushed me off my broom!"

Draco gulped and nodded. "So that's why you shouted at me in the street then? You thought I think the same?"

Harry started to shake his head, but Draco continued to talk. "You know I don't believe that at all! I have complete faith that you'll get your memory back, and anyone who doesn't think you will is kidding themselves. Think of all you've remembered already!"

"But they're just spells, magical things," Harry argued, "They're angry because I can't remember them. What if that never comes back?"

"Harry, it will come back, trust me; I'm a healer!" Draco smiled, "Something will happen to make you remember everything, I know it will!"

Harry smiled, but then a thought crossed his mind. "What happens if… If I do remember everything, but I remember us not getting along for all those years?"

Draco's smile crumbled off his face and he looked as if he might burst into tears at any second. "Well, then… You'll have to decide whether to follow your past or my new attitude…"

Harry smiled weakly. "I'll stay friends with you. I'm sure nothing explosive happened to make me hate you above everyone else, did it?" He said, laughing. "Besides, I don't think I could live without you as my friend anymore…"

Draco smiled, "Me either…"

And then, in the moments that followed, something strange happened. Harry's heart began to beat faster and faster as he looked at Draco, who looked back at him. Harry hadn't realised how close they had gotten as they were talking, but now their faces were only inches apart, and Harry's was being drawn closer and closer to Draco's.

Harry looked down to Draco's stomach and could see that he, too, was breathing quicker than usual. Comforted by this thought, Harry gulped and found himself thinking about an earlier image of Draco with no shirt on and subconsciously moving further forward.

But then, all blankness from his mind was wiped out when Draco voice said, "Harry… I think you should go."

Harry moved back, "What?"

"I think you should leave," Draco repeated, standing up. "I was going to offer that you stayed here tonight so you didn't have to face the Weasels and Granger, but I don't think that would be best."

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Because I'm twenty years old, Harry, and I can tell when someone is turned on!" He said angrily.

"What?!" Harry yelped.

Draco ignored him and continued, "I'm not gay, Harry; so stop all your thoughts right now! We just had a nice conversation about what fabulous friends we are and you go and ruin it!"

"But I haven't done anything!" Harry fought.

"Get out, Potter!"

"Don't call me that," Harry said quietly, menace in his voice.

"Out!"

"I'm not gay either!" Harry shouted.

"You think you're not, but don't forget you started your life from scratch; everything could be different!" Draco argued.

"But its not!"

"Have you had sex with the Weasel yet?"

Harry spluttered with his words and then said, "I – no…"

"Well there you go then!" Draco shouted.

"But I'm only eleven!" Harry said.

"No you're not, Harry. You know full well you're over eleven years old now, and you're starting to feel it."

Harry gulped, but couldn't think of a come back for that one.

"Now please, get out, I need some space!" Draco said, opening the door to the hallway.

"No please!" Harry said, suddenly finding himself begging, "Please, don't make me go back there, not tonight… I don't want to see them, that's all it is."

And suddenly, Harry's eyes were filling up with tears again. He had had the most terrible night. Three people who 'loved' him couldn't be bothered with him anymore, and now Draco was kicking him out.

"They'll come to find you here…" Draco said quietly.

Harry let out a harsh laugh as a tear fell down his cheek. "They don't care about me enough to do that!"

Draco sighed, "Yes, they do…"

Harry looked up at him. "You really don't want me here, do you?" Draco said nothing. Harry sighed. "I'll go then…"

And he walked out into the hallway and to the front door. He could hear Draco following him, but he didn't look back. This time was it then. Harry knew that if Draco let him walk out of the door, he probably wouldn't see Draco again. Harry had blown it. And by doing what? Breathing quicker and moving without realising it.

Harry placed his hand on the door handle and waited for a few seconds, but not a single sound came from behind him, so he opened the huge black door and walked out, closing it behind him.

This time, Harry did not cry. If he was to spend a whole night outside in a storm with only a wand that he couldn't use for company, he wouldn't let himself cry. Plus, after tonight he had realised that he had actually grown up, and while he had been sitting opposite Draco, all he had wanted to do was to kiss him, and feel Draco's tongue in his mouth instead of Ginny's.

Taking a deep breath, Harry walked out from under the porch into the raging rain. It didn't really matter, since he hadn't dried properly at all while in the manor, but the water on his face and clothes made him feel freezing, and he shivered as he walked off down the path to the road.

"For Merlin's sake, Harry! Come inside!"

Harry turned and saw a strip of bright light shining from where the open front door was, and in it, a blurred outline of Draco.

Harry smiled and walked back inside, dripping onto the floor.

Draco looked at him, scanning his entire body, and said, "You'll be the downfall of my stubbornness."

Harry grinned.

Draco lay awake in his bed for hours after he had shown Harry to a room. He didn't understand anything that happened for the second half of the night, all he knew was that he was not gay. Draco Malfoy had never been, nor would he ever be, a gay wizard.

He was so unbelievably angry at himself for letting things get out of hand earlier with Harry, who was obviously inexperienced and didn't know what he was feeling. And yet, despite the anger, he couldn't help but smirk whenever he closed his eyes and saw the image of Harry, soaking from head to foot, grinning at him. Or the image of Harry, sitting next to him on the sofa, his expression blank but those bright green eyes burning into Draco like fire…

The worst part of it all had been when he had showed Harry a room he could sleep in, and all manner of thoughts raced through his mind when he looked from the double bed, to Harry, and back again. Harry, of course, thought of nothing but sleeping when he saw the bed, since he wasn't quite mentally old enough to think about…

Well, as he drifted off to sleep, Draco said it a few more times to himself, 'I am not gay.'

A/N Hiyyaaaa!! Hope you like the chapter! I loved writing it! And I hope the little Draco bit at the end there is ok, I thought it would be nice for you all to see what he's thinking, because obviously I know what he's thinking, and I tried to put it across from Harry's POV, but a little section of Draco POV can't hurt can it?! Ok, hanks for reading!!