Hey guys :)

Heads up, this chap is sucky lol.

Ok, so here's the thing (not that anyone cares anyway) I'm kinda… having a hard time writing this. Well, not just writing this, but anything, and actually… I'm having a hard time doing anything cause of lack of time. I told you guys I've been having some trouble with… personal issues thing… well, see, the thing is… I have an eating disorder… bulimia (yeah… sucks…) and I finally had the initiative to do something about it. So I'm starting treatment now and it's just… being really hard on me, I mostly feel like doing nothing so I'm sorry if this is kinda boring right now –laughs-. But fortunately I've reached a point in the fic where I know where I'm going kkkk cause I had all the upcoming scenes written down since before posting the fic, so yeah.

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"I think what I missed the most.. well not the most" he said with a soft smile as he glanced at the blonde "was our games"

Draco smirked and chuckled as he shook his head "Trust you to think about suicide…" he said looking at Harry sideways.

"Oh come off it, git, you've been thinking about it too." The gryffindor accused "I know" he emphasized very matter-of-factly.

"You know what, Potter? Some people need privacy inside their own heads. Although, these days you don't quite seem to grasp that concept" the blonde said teasingly, using the private intimate tone that he only used around Harry.

"Funny enough, neither do you, Malfoy" here the Boy-Who-Lived stopped walking, arching his eyebrow in a very slytherin way.

"That is highly debatable. And as for the games… I think we have some time till your sidekicks co-"

"What are you doing, Ferret?" a third, and very known, voice cut through their conversation bringing both boys back to reality and dutifully reminding them that they had been getting much too comfortable in the middle of the hall.

And it wasn't a very good idea to be playing around with each other where everyone, including Ronald Weasley, could run into them. It came so natural to though, acting this way, that they kept forgetting no one else knew about their relationship and most importantly that it should remain that way.

"Everything alright there, mate?" the red head continued, stepping up to stand beside his friend. The girl part of the trio with him as well. He threw a supposedly intimidating glare towards the blond he deemed to be a threat.

Draco seriously fought the urge to curse the thick oaf, always meddling where he wasn't wanted, the idiot. At least the red-head's actions left it clear that he had no idea what Harry and himself had been talking about before. The Boy-Who-Lived on the other hand didn't seem to get that, and was sending panic waves his way.

"Weasley to the rescue." The slytherin drawled in a bored tone.

Ron seemed to go red with anger, he hated how Malfoy always spoke about him and to him as though he wasn't worthy of the time. He was about to retort when Harry intervened.

"It's nothing, Ron, just forget it" he said, placing a hand on the freckled boy's arm, he could tell that the red head had been reaching for his wand. "Come on" he called, tugging at him.

Ron spent at least another good 5 seconds looking at the blonde as though trying to get a point across, but finally he turned around and started heading the opposite way, Harry right behind him.

All the messy-haired boy could do was turn around when he deemed it was safe to do so and exchanged an apologetic look with his slytherin secret.

"Ohh He just gets on my nerves, the bloody git!" his red-head friend said once they were surely out of ear-shot. "What did he want this time? Hasn't his lot done enough already? Now he wants to badger you some more?"

Hermione, who had been quiet throughout the entire thing, shot Harry a look as though to insinuate he should say something. And when he didn't, she sighed and stepped in.

"Ron, you don't even know he was saying something nasty to Harry. Haven't I talked to you enough this year about growing up about this?"

Her boyfriend made a skeptical sound "And what would he be after Harry for? Inviting him for tea?" he asked pointedly, crossing his arms then turning to his best mate "What did he say, mate?"

The seeker looked like a child caught with his hands down the cookie jar, all he managed to do was stagger and make rather pathetic sounding noises. And after what seemed like forever something came to his mind "It's Snape actually" he blurted out. "He wanted to let us know that our papers have been graded. So he asked Malfoy to tell me."

To that the red-head said nothing, he wasn't about to give in, instead he just made an incoherent noise of acknowledgement and kept going.

Trying to lighten up the mood and not wanting to make such a big deal out of Draco – the last thing he needed right now was to put said slytherin on the spotlight – Harry changed the subject to his encounter with Luna. Because even though most of his hope had been crushed before it even got fed, he still wanted to know his best friend's thoughts on that insane idea.

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He had planned on fleeing before she got the chance to corner him, but in the end – however amusing that sounded – he felt as though she had earned it.

Hermione had, after all, managed to completely – for lack of better word – manipulate her boyfriend into going to dorm by himself so she could be alone with Harry. It was a very cunning job, would've made a slytherin proud, he was sure. It actually reminded the Boy-Who-Lived of how his werewolf father used to act. He'd pull his strings and wrap everyone around his little finger in such a subtle way that you wouldn't know what hit you.

He sighed softly, no matter how small a reference was made to either of his fathers it made him feel the pain all over again, even if he was the one bringing it up in his own mind. Shaking his head he looked back to the bushy haired girl in front of him and waited for her to say something, he knew she had been dying to have this moment.

"So… " she began with an attempt at sounding casual, it didn't suit her well.

"So…" he echoed sheepishly, hands in his pockets as he took his seat once more. If she wanted information she'd have to come out and ask!

"Oh, Harry" Hermione sighed, standing up from where she was and taking a seat beside him. She kept searching for his eyes and when he finally looked at her she drew a long breath and finally asked "I'm… so confused about this, I've… I mean, I've really tried to understand what's going on, but… I can't even begin to understand how this happened. What… I mean… it doesn't… make any sense"

The boy smiled softly and shook his head. For someone who accused Ron of having the emotional range of a teaspoon Hermione sure seemed to like her rational view of things.

"It doesn't" He agreed matter-of-factly. "But it doesn't have to either."

The bushy-haired witch still looked awfully frustrated "…well, ok… yeah I know… feelings aren't something we can control, I know that. But… him? I… I didn't even know you liked... you know… other boys." She reasoned, frowning as she turned completely to him "Not that there's anything wrong with that" she added quickly, realizing it could have sounded like a critique and the last thing she needed was Harry mad at her for insulting his dead parents.

"I don't like blokes" Harry pointed out, as though it was completely obvious "This has got nothing to do with that. I've liked girls all my life, though…they are very complicated" he added the last bit in a murmur, remembering his wet affair with Cho Chang "But… it's not… Argh… I don't know how to explain it to you" words were never his forte.

"Try! Come on Harry, you can trust me, I'm…I'm just trying to understand it all." She pressed as though not knowing or understanding something was completely unbearable. "Just.. try telling me how you got here, I mean you can't just wake up one day and go 'Oh, Malfoy is not really that bad. Hey, I don't hate him. And maybe we could be friends. Oh, wait, even more than that!'"

At that he laughed. Hermione sounded so unlike herself as she said that that it was hilarious. Well, it was fair when he thought about it. Sure, his relationship with the slytherin came as easy as breathing to him, but he had to remember it was "Harry was dating Malfoy, junior Death Eater and eternal tormentor of the trio all of their friends" for her.

He sighed and tried to remember how it had begun, for he himself couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Well, Snape gave us detention… and remember how we were attached to the other?" at her nod he went on "Well, we were coming back from handing our papers, which we did at the same time, obviously. So he caught me trying to go outside and fly… he said that if I wouldn't play him on a seeker's game then he'd give me detention… he is a prefect after all. So we played, and it was amazing…I hadn't felt so alive in months! So our games became something regular and we started looking forward to it like the most important thing of the day. Which is, by the way, why I always came in so late." He drew in a breath and tried to figure out how to explain the hard part… which was how a game had progressed into whatever they had now. "I don't know what happened, I can't explain and I can't make much sense of it. But… we started talking and we realized we were much more alike than we thought. Then something… odd started happening. It was like our emotions kind of… flowed from one to the other. It's like we didn't even have to speak anymore." He struggled with the words and shrugged.

"You could… read each other's minds?" she asked, frowning and looking very serious.

"Not…really. It's more of an emotional thing. Since we could say anything to the other because we didn't care what the other thought… we started talking about everything and suddenly it was easy to tell what the other was feeling. But it changed… we could almost read each other's minds, but not exactly. Argh, I can't explain Mione! You have to be inside my head to understand it" he said, frustrated.

Something was bothering her, it was very clear. But she shook her head and asked something different "Ok… I can get a general idea… you became friends however unlikely that might seem to anyone who knows the two of you, but okay. And then what? How did it change?"

"I feel like I'm saying the same thing over and over again, but that's just a fact: I can't explain what happens when we're together. It's like… we… it's like something draws us together." He tried to put it simply, but as he remembered every single complex emotion that went through his mind while he was with Draco he started to try and put them into words "And it's so addictive… it's like you just can't get enough of it. Our minds just sorta opened, I can tell what he's feeling and he can do the same with me, so we became so close… there were no secrets, no lies, just… someone there to hear you. And then one day I asked him something…very personal… I thought he was going to avoid the answer, but he just out right said it. And his answer made me realize how much we were alike… that was how it started" he wasn't about to tell her that the information Draco had willingly trusted him with was the fact he was a Death Eater, it'd just make the situation harder.

She made an unconvinced noise. To her the blanks were still enormous, but she couldn't just steal the information away from Harry, especially when he himself didn't seem to not know half of what she wanted.

But the little information he did give her was pulsing in the back of her head, something was bothering her about it, but she couldn't put her finger on it. It was just that everything had happened at an alarming speed and to create a bond as strong as the one he described… there just had to be something there.

"Harry, don't you think this happened too… fast?" she offered, not wanting to sound outright reproving of the situation, but not sure her friend was in his right state of mind to be sounding so sure of something so absurd. "I'm not saying that this is what happened, but did you ever… think about how this could be someone's doing? I mean… well, Lucius Malfoy is Draco's father you know, he does work for Voldemort and this could be just so-"

"It isn't" he said very firmly, looking her in the eyes with a very serious expression. "I know it isn't. This isn't part of a plan, this isn't a trap, it's nothing like that."

His determination bothered her even more, because if he was under a spell of course he'd defend this "relationship" with all his might.

"Are you so sure that you'd gamble your life on it, Harry?"

"Yeah" the seeker answered with the same sober expression.

She sighed, half of her wanting to believe him, half of her knowing she couldn't. "Alright" she said finally, with a soft shrug "I really do hope you know what you're doing, Harry, and I just want you to know that what I said that day in the Room of Requirements is true. We've been through everything together and no matter what you… choose or… I don't know… I just… I'll be here, ok?" at least that much was completely true, which was why her friendship – and Ron's – meant the world to him.

Smiling, he nodded "Thanks, Mione, I know this is a lot to process, but I hope… you can get used to the idea eventually." He said softly.

"Yeah… I hope so too" she whispered, lost in her own thoughts.

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With Hermione not questioning him about Draco anymore and with them keeping their meetings perfectly in secret, Harry managed to focus on other things throughout the week.

Mainly one thing, really. If there was any way to find out whether his parents were really gone or not.

After the initial denial, which had been followed by anger and then pain, came the rational phase for the Boy-Who-Lived. Now he was trying all the methods presented anywhere to try and contact his missing fathers somehow.

He had talked to Sir. Nicholas, the gryffindor ghost, to try and find out if that's what people that went into the veil became, or if he knew anything about said artifact. All he had gotten was a really long explanation of how ghosts became ghosts which all in all didn't help him much.

Then he had tried to find the mirror his animagus father had given to him to try and use it to contact him somehow. But –as he had already expected – nothing happened, after all… there was no one on the other mirror to answer him back.

Luna never found the book she had promised to show Harry and he was beginning to think Draco had been right about her 'literature'. Because there was nothing on the veil on any other book, even in the restricted section, so it was suspicious that only Luna's missing book seemed to hold such information.

Every time he crossed one of the possibilities off his list he became more hopeless and the idea that his parents were indeed gone seem to grow stronger. And his fear and dread were growing with it, mainly because Dumbledore wanted to see him about his "living arrangements" this Friday.

He wasn't sure he could do it. Leave his house, that is. It was like the ultimate surrender! It'd be as though saying "Yep, they're dead, so I'll just pack up and move out". And he wasn't sure he was ready to accept it yet, but legal issues concerning his guardianship were forcing him to do so.

As far as living with the Weasleys was concerned, he didn't mind. He had spent loads of time there in the past and had always felt at home. So it wasn't as though he'd have to spend much time choosing who he wanted to live with from now on, but letting his house… his home and his family become nothing more than a memory… that was the problem. So that's how he was living this week… one day at a time and far too many hours studying things that had nothing to do with the O..

Hermione and Ron agreed to help him (especially where opening and reading the index of every book in the restricted section was concerned) but every time his hopes were getting too high they had to remind him not to expect much, because after five disappointments he had nearly reduced himself to the empty shell that he had been the first week after the battle at the Ministry.

So for right now all Harry could do was sit on the window still of gryffindor tower and look at the night sky. The moon was enormous, it'd be full tomorrow, and as it shone over him, close to the brightest star in the sky the boy felt calm. His fathers were looking after him… no matter where they were.

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A.N:

Hmmm I had no fun writing this chappie I have to say u.u it was very… blah, I hope it's not too crappy. Anyway, the good's stuff is next chapter, so hold on :P

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