I'm a fairly fast updater, if I stall its usually because, I've been dragged away or have yet to get something edited properly.

Chapter One

It was morning, the birds chirruped outside and although the Tri-Wizard Tournament was finished, one dead, one saved, and one Dark Lord, arisen; Harry was feeling scarily good, when his eyes finally opened back up to the world around him. He was lying on his stomach in the boy's dorm in Gryffindor Tower. He could hear movement, murmurs, and yawns all around. His heart was beating steadily, but then it sped up as he raised his black head; he tried to register what was going on in the world of Harry Potter and in his own head. His black hair which was messy all around his face and shoulders made him look so - startling with the pale skin and matching green eyes. He was bare chest, and the gold and scarlet blanket wrapped around his bottom half. With his head raised, he removed his hand from underneath his pillow and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He then remembered last night…

Last night was surreal. He had been hurting; in so much emotional pain and turmoil that he just wanted to lay down and never wake, the guilt, the sadness, all swelled at the same time. His eyes had been on the gold cup that had been awarded to Cedric, and he was struggling with his own tears. He had to watch a horrific sight. A sight he never ever wanted to witness, a situation he could not believe, he had somehow gotten out of unscathed. Who would have thought? Then - he came along, entering the trophy room. Harry had been so enraptured with his own grief and tears that he had not heard the Slytherin come up behind him. It wasn't until Draco Malfoy's fingers combed through the ends of his black hair, that the teen had reacted, not paying any attention to who it was, he had lowered his head turned around and wrapped his arms around Draco - and literally cried. At the moment, he hadn't cared who it was, at all. It could have been Snape and he still wouldn't have cared. He had been so hurt, and so torn, that he had felt his heart splitting in two. What really surprised him was when Draco began to rub his back, saying nothing and doing nothing except for tender massaging circles. He remembered, when he finally came too his senses, he was smelling a scent, that was enrapturing, but he didn't recognize it and he shot his head up only to come face to face with the colour of the sky. He remembered, gasping, and backing away, but Draco pulled him closer and pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead, both cheeks, and then his lips. Something, he seriously had not expected something he would never dream of doing with Draco Malfoy.

Harry unconsciously shifted and turned over, and laid flat on his back, and stared up at the ceiling. He was about to try and curl up back asleep, when he heard, "Harry? You awake yet?" It was his redheaded best friend, Ron. Raising himself up in a sitting position, Harry shoved the curtain away to see Ron coming over, clad in muggles clothes. He sank down next to his bed. "How you feeling mate?" Truthfully, Harry didn't know. The young teen gave Ron a helpless shrug. Ron smiled lightly, and ruffled Harry's head. "You'll be alright. I'm hungry! Get dressed and we can meet Hermione and go to the Great Hall."

Simply nodding, the raven-haired boy shoved the covers down, and swung his legs to where his feet were flat on the carpeted floor. Ron stood and held out his hand, "Up ya get my silent mate."

Harry gave him a small smile and accepted the helping hand to where he was standing only coming to his best friend's shoulders. Harry wanted to say something, but he just didn't have anything to say at the very moment. So, instead, he hugged Ron, who couldn't help but hug back. "Any other bloke, I'd be worried, but you - hah, I can't deny it."

Harry laughed softly, and gently let go before bending over to his trunk and pulling out the only sets of muggle clothes he had, which belonged to Dudley.

"Oye! I got ya to laugh! Wicked!!" said Ron, punching the air.

The small teen laughed again, "I'm sorry, Ron. I'm just - quiet."

Ron grinned, "S'alright mate. I understand! Honestly, I'm not as daft as Hermione pegs me to be!"

Laughing some more, Harry agreed, "I know."

When he entered the bathroom for his shower, he placed his clothes upon the sink and peered into the mirror. Whoa! Thought Harry in absolute shock. He had bite marks and bruises along his neck and ear line, they certainly had not been there before. Harry wondered if he could pass them off as bruises from the graveyard. He was sure; Draco Malfoy did not want Harry to associate him with these marks. It must have been just a moment of - sheer difficulty that drove Draco to actually touch the famous Harry Potter in such a way. But, he shuddered and felt his body react, as he remembered the touching, the feeling, the squeezing, and especially the tasting. He shook his head erratically. Man, since when did he get these in his head? Weren't the two enemies? Weren't they supposed to despise each other's very being? Why couldn't he find it in him to do such? Was it because of the lustful act of last night? Or - was it the fact, which Harry found out that maybe Draco's not such a heartless Slytherin?

The teen went to take a hot shower, and he could only do so much to get his erection to go down. He felt in bliss as he stroked himself, thinking about last night, with someone he wished he could know more of…

When Harry got out, he dried his hair brushed it out and dressed. He was wearing oversized baggy jeans, that required a belt to hold them up and a black t-shirt. His hair covered most of his neck and the bites marks that were associated around certain areas. His hair was brushed out and it laid caressingly just passed his shoulder blades. He wore no more glasses; a potion had cured that instantly.

With one last look at himself, he shrugged, and walked out with his old stuff and threw it in his trunk. Ron had been waiting for him, chewing on a chocolate frog.

"Come on mate! I'm starving now!"

Harry followed Ron out of the room and down the staircase. His heart was pounding, as he made it to the common room and saw Hermione standing around, waiting. She hugged Harry as soon as she saw him, her bushy brown hair smelled, freshly washed, and her brown eyes sparkled, as she got on Harry's side and they all three walked out together into the corridors of Hogwarts.

Kids ran by, some laughing, some a bit sad, after the death of Cedric, it had struck the school hard. Especially, the Hufflepuffs. Harry felt so bad for them, and he had to control the brewing emotions that swept around him. Harry looked to the flagstone ground that was skidded with shoe marks and a bit of mud. Hermione looped her arm through his unconsciously; the two were the exact same height. Harry gave her a small smile at the gesture, while they scaled the Grand Staircase and into the blazing Great Hall. The sun was shining down from the sky made ceiling, and students bustled along. Harry saw Cho still sobbing into her best friend's shoulder and saw that most of Hufflepuff had pushed their food back and were just conversing in soft tones with one another. Harry did not look over at Slytherin; he figured it was best that he didn't, even though he ended up sitting in eye view at Gryffindor Table. Ron sank next to him, while Hermione sat across from them. Her eyes going to Harry with concern. Ron would cast him glances.

"You gonna eat mate?" asked Ron.

"Of course he's going to eat!" said Hermione tutting, and adding Harry's favourites to his plate.

"I'll eat a bit." Was Harry's response, as he picked up a strawberry and began to nibble and suck at the end. Hermione started conversation, Ron jumped in, but Harry simply half-listened, as he stared afar, into nothingness. He felt eyes on him however, halfway through his strawberry, and he had a feeling he knew who. Well, he might as well, make eye contact. He thought, as he shifted his gaze, fluttered his eyelashes unconsciously and locked them with a pair of blue ice coloured ones. Draco's eyebrow went upwards. He looked good, thought Harry, mildly as he sat there his back straight, his blonde hair falling lightly into his eyes. He was staring at Harry while taking a drink of his orange juice. Harry noticed the teen's hands, and found himself remembering last night, and inwardly shook it out of his head. Not, here! He thought to himself forcefully. No one was paying any attention to them. No one would ever suspect that Harry and Draco were making eye contact with one another.

Harry removed the strawberry and placed it on the plate and picked up a blueberry and popped it into his mouth. He then pushed the plate away. Draco holding both of his hands to the goblet peered at him forcefully over the cup. His fingers that were curled around it, he had three rings set upon them. One was a skull with diamond green eyes. One was a Hogwart's ring, with the Slytherin seal, and then the other was plain gold on his middle finger. Draco shook his head to Harry.

The teen looked at him confused. Draco then pointed to his plate and then back to him. Harry understood and shook his head discreetly, he wasn't hungry. Draco's blue eyes narrowed, and he pointed again to the plate. Harry picked up another blueberry, ate it, and then tilted his head to the side. Draco rolled his eyes. Harry gave him a teasing smile.

This was a very brand new happening. Thought Harry to himself. This never happened. The two never made eye contact unless it was to glower or flip one another off. It was a very - new occurrence. But, Harry was welcoming it.

After last night… what choice did he have? Harry was quite enamoured.

Finally, he had to break eye contact; Pansy tapped against Draco and Harry was put into a conversation about plants by Neville.

After breakfast, Harry found himself walking with his friends out of the Great Hall and toward the front doors in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts. They were going to see Hagrid. Ron and Hermione were hoping to cheer Harry up this way. Harry was fine, he just - wasn't in the talkative mood at the very moment. He wasn't depressed, he was just getting over a death - but - he just - didn't feel like associating much. Hermione was just coming back from the girl's bathroom; Harry and Ron were waiting, when Draco and his friends walked out of the Great Hall. Harry bristled; Ron glowered, at Draco, who simply glanced to Harry.

Pansy opened her mouth, her eyes glittering with malice, "So - Diggory dead huh? So - very sa- owww!" she shrieked, when Draco smacked her very hard with the back of his hand against the right side of her chest.

"Shut the fuck up, Pansy." Hissed Draco.

Hermione and Ron just looked at Draco, who did not meet their eyes and instead, he walked on. Pansy was standing there struck with shock. "Draco? What was that for?" she squealed; she had forgotten about the Gryffindors as she went running toward the blonde who just glowered at her.

"You are such a bitch-" Was the last the trio heard before they disappeared into the dungeons.

"That was weird." said Ron, in utter surprise.

"Maybe he just didn't want to get in trouble." suggested Hermione.

Harry bit a smile, "Or maybe-" pondered Harry. "Draco Malfoy actually has a heart." He knew he was stretching it, to suggest this in front of his two best friends.

Ron scrunched his nose; Hermione actually looked curious, "He could…" said Hermione. "It's possible."

The redhead shook his head, looking disgusted at the thought, "Nah! Malfoy? Yeah right! Come on, Harry, let's go see Hagrid!! I'm sure he'll cheer you up."

He already felt cheered up though, he thought to himself, with a smile, as he and his friends walked out into the warm June weather. The birds sang and the sun shown all around the grassy green courtyard of Hogwarts. It was a mellow day, and Harry felt his heart warming back up and his spirit coming back alive. When Hagrid's hut came into view, so did all his brightly coloured fruit trees that had round fruits as large as pumpkins on the sagging branches.

He didn't get much of a chance to even speak with Malfoy, over the next couple days. Since Harry's personality started coming back, Ron was taking full advantage of it, and so was Hermione prepping them for their fifth year OWL exams. Harry, however, was found flicking his quill, and smiling gently at his friends who began bickering. Harry leaned back in the library and watched, when his eyes naturally lifted upwards, and he saw Draco waltz in with his best friend Blaise Zabini, who was a tall good looking black guy with chocolate brown eyes. Draco moved between tables, his head held high, and Blaise was staring around the room, in his usual shrewd disposition. Draco's eyes then came up and locked with Harry's as he walked toward the back of the books.

Harry's head moved, and followed Draco's progress, until he was out of sight and hidden between the folds of the shelves. Breathing in, gently through his nose, Harry turned his attention back to Ron and Hermione and then flicked his wand causing both to yelp in utter surprise, and stare over at Harry, who smiled.

"Welcome back." Teased the Gryffindor Seeker.

Ron and Hermione glowered and rubbed their bums. Harry had sent a charm that pinched their butts. It was very useful he had gotten out of a book; Fred and George bought him for Christmas. Harry simply chuckled at their sulking looks.

The final feast was upon Harry, no House Cup would be rewarded and instead of colour banners over the Great Hall house tables, it was banners of solid black in remembrance of Cedric Diggory. Harry had his eyes on his plate the whole way through the feast, but when his name was mentioned, he cringed visibly, and discreetly glanced up to see to his utter astonishment, that Draco had raised his goblet. Harry looked down real quick, back at his plate. He felt himself smile on the inside.

Harry was really down when he left the hall; he pressed himself against the wall, waiting for his friends to come out. He would give all the money in his Gringotts Bank if he didn't have to go back to the Dursleys. Just as he was about to move from the wall, an owl fluttered over and landed upon his shoulder. He looked over expecting to see Hedwig, but was visibly surprised when he saw an eagle owl. "Hey little man!" said Harry, raising his hand and stroking the owl's head, when he hooted and poked at his feet.

"Oh, I didn't expect that." he said, softly, and he untied the letter from the owl, just as Hermione and Ron came walking out, bickering as always. The owl hooted clipped Harry on the ear. It raised its wings and flew up and away as Ron and Hermione made their way over.

The yellow parchment felt a bit strange, thick, like there was something in it.

"Hey Harry, what's that?" asked Ron, coming over.

"Uhm, no idea. It was just dropped off. Maybe from Sirius." he murmured, and he ripped the letter open and when he opened it, a white rose fell out into his hand. The letter was not long at all. The teen smiled wide, when he read the few lines, as Draco and his friends bustled out of the hall at that very moment.

Don't regret me. I don't you.

"Harry!?" Questioned Hermione, unable to read, for Harry had been hiding them. But, they saw the rose.

He grinned, picked up the rose and smelled it. "Nothing." He said, his eyes glittering, as he placed the letter in his pocket. "Don't worry about it." He turned and led the way toward Gryffindor, leaving his two friends flummoxed.