A/N: Finally got around to writing another chapter. I hope you like it!

It was Pansy who Apparated us both to Harry's house. Apparently she had been there before, which was news to me. Then again, she had probably just stood outside and peeked in the windows.

The house was like Potter: modest and unassuming. It looked quite comfortable. I could hear music playing, and the house appeared full of people. This was such a bad idea. "He moved," Pansy said, interrupting my thoughts. "He used to live at Grimmauld Place." Like I really cared where he used to live? "Let's go in." She grabbed my arm and pulled me up to the door. I shrugged out of her grip, and wondered if we were supposed to knock, but she went ahead and opened the door.

There were people everywhere. I'm not particularly fond of people, especially a lot of people in a small space. "Come on!" Pansy said impatiently. I followed her in. She greeted a few people that she knew, then told me she was going to get refreshments. I stood by the door, receiving more than one dirty look. I didn't even see Harry. I pushed through the crowd and found an unoccupied corner with an overstuffed chair.

I don't know how long I sat there, ignoring everyone around me. I finally stood, getting ready to leave, when I heard a cheer of "here's the birthday boy!" Reflexively, I looked towards the sound, and shivered inside as my eyes inadvertently captured the emerald gaze of none other than Harry Potter.

Our eyes held for a moment that felt like forever, before I looked away and turned to escape. In my befuddled state I went down a hall and found myself in a bedroom. I laid on the bed, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling. I should just Apparate home, I thought, but didn't. Irrationally, I hoped to see Harry one more time before I left.

After a few minutes I recognized a familiar scent…vanilla, with a hint of citrus. I bolted up, and looked around. It was Potter's room. Well, duh, it was Potter's house. But why couldn't it have been a guest room I stumbled into? I felt nervous being in here, but my curiosity got the better of me and I stood slowly, and picked up the photo of Harry's parents. I stared at it a moment, then set it back down and walked slowly around the room, looking at the memorabilia, inhaling the vanilla-and-citrus scent.

The door opened suddenly, before I could do anything, and I guiltily set the framed photo I was holding down. I looked up and saw none other than Harry Potter. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sorry," I muttered. "I was just about to leave."

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he asked evenly.

"I was just getting away from the noise. I didn't mean to intrude." I actually felt bad. Being such a famous figure, he probably had no privacy at all.

He sighed. "So was I." He sat on the bed, and patted the mattress next to him. "Come sit with me. I haven't seen you in forever."

That was a surprise to me…I had expected to be thrown out or something. I didn't sit next to him though; I stood by the door, leaning against the wall, and crossing my arms defensively.

There was a minute of awkward silence, then he asked, "So…what have you been up to?"

I shrugged. "Not much. You?"

It was his turn to shrug. "You know. Catching bad wizards. Nothing new."

More awkward silence. I should say something. I didn't know what to say. This was not going how I had imagined any of the thousand scenarios I could have met Harry Potter in. I exhaled and went to sit next to him on the bed. My stomach was full of butterflies. Unconsciously, I leaned closer to him to smell the vanilla-and-citrus scent. At least sitting next to him I didn't have to look at him. I leaned back a little, and my fingers brushed his accidentally. A jolt of electricity ran through me, and my fingers tingled. "Sorry," I muttered, and scooted a few inches away from him.

A minute later, I felt his warm hand cover mine. My heart pounded. I looked over at him. He was studying my face, his expression unreadable. I avoided looking directly into his green eyes. "I've wondered about you," he said softly. He paused. "I…" he sighed and shook his head. "Can we…" my breath caught "be friends?" He took a deep breath. "Let's put the past behind us. Let bygones be bygones. Start over."

That was the best thing I had heard in a long time. I could feel his eyes on me as I nodded. "Friends." I offered my hand, and he shook it. I thrilled at his touch. I lifted my eyes to meet his, and smiled a little. He offered a genuine warm smile in return, and I was filled with more happiness than I had ever known. I held his hand until it was awkward again, then dropped it. I never wanted to let him go, and I wouldn't again.

"I'd better get back to my guests," Harry said finally.

I nodded. "I'm going to go home."

"We need to hang out soon," Harry said, flashing me another heart-rending smile. "I'll send an owl," he continued, before disappearing out the door.

I nodded, smiling to myself. I stretched out on his bed, then rolled over and buried my face in his pillow which was full of his scent. I didn't want to move, but when I heard another step in the hall, I quickly Apparated back home.