Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, it and all its affiliates are the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.

Warning- This is a gay slash story, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read it.

Chapter 2- Realisation.

Draco woke up and rolled over in his bed. He groaned into his pillow, remembering the events of the past day. Harry Potter. The name repeated itself again and again inside his head. He remembered how Harry had blushed when he was sitting on top of him, he remembered blushing himself, but most of all he remembered his eyes. They had seen so much, those eyes. So much pain and hurt, loss and suffering but also hope and compassion were reflected in his eyes. Draco moved himself to the edge of his bed, black silk sheets slipping over black silk pyjamas, and sat up. He knew today was going to be difficult.

Harry woke to Ron shaking him. "Bloody hell, Harry, wake up!" Harry rolled over in his bed, mumbling incoherently. He was trying to remember why he hadn't slept restfully. He had been plagued by dreams, but not of Voldemort. He could only remember one thing about these dreams: a pair of steel gray eyes. Draco? He thought his mind still clouded by sleep, why had he been dreaming of Draco? With a start, he remembered what had happened the past evening, and his face quickly reddened. Why, he thought to himself, am I so focused on what happened? I've fallen onto Ron plenty of times and I've never been embarrassed, what's so different about Draco? Harry's mind swirled with thoughts of Draco as he mustered his will power, and wrenched himself from bed.

Ron and Harry rushed, still adjusting their robes, to the Great Hall, where a disgruntled Hermione awaited them. "Why are you two always late for breakfast? It is getting ridiculous" Hermione said, looking up from the Daily Prophet she was reading.

"Hermione, look around," Ron said, "we're some of the first people here! Just because you always wake up early, does not mean that everyone else is late." He said with exasperation.

"Ron," Hermione said, her voice taking on an air of annoyance, "you are some of the last people here. Everyone else has left" Harry could not stifle his chuckle, and both Ron and Hermione glared at him. "I don't see why you're laughing, Harry, you are just as late as Ron."

"It's still funny." He said, and, catching his reflection on the serving tray in front of him, tried to smooth down his hair, to no avail.

I don't see why he bothers, his hair looks great anyway. The whole 'messy' look is actually quite adorable. Draco caught himself staring across the fast emptying hall, looking directly at Harry. He forced himself to look down at his porridge, absently stirring it with his spoon. No, he thought to himself, his mouth tightening, no, absolutely not, his hair looks ragged, unkempt and dirty. I will NOT be fawning over Harry.

Draco stood up; leaving his breakfast unfinished, and tried to remember which class he had first- Potions. Draco felt something bubble up inside him; he was excited about a class with Harry. Draco was tempted to go up to a wall and thump his head on it. What happened to not fawning over Potter? He chided himself. He continued down into the dungeons, and approached the Potions class.

Harry stared at the black board in disbelief. Written upon it, once again was 'Malfoy-Potter.' Professor Snape silenced the murmuring class with one, icing glare. "Due to the previous lesson's interruption," he shot piercing glances at Harry and Draco, "we will be attempting the Serum of Respite once more, if anyone causes the class to be disrupted again, the offenders will have 50 points taken each, and must write four feet on what they did wrong." Harry slumped in his seat; he could practically feel the class glaring at him.

"You two," Snape drawled at Draco and Harry, who were setting up their cauldron. "I expect a perfect Serum from you. If it is not, each of you will have points taken, and must deliver five feet on why you found it so difficult to improve." Snape moved away from their table, his robes billowing around him. Draco looked at Harry, forcing himself into a glare, "Right, you should get the ingredients." Harry scowled slightly and nodded, he could not bring himself to be annoyed at Draco's order.

Harry was attempting to grind some dried Cannibert leaves into a fine powder, when Draco looked over at what he was doing. "Potter, you are going to make those unusable. I thought I showed you how to do it yesterday?" He sneered.

"Well how am I meant to do it then, Malfoy?" Harry shot back at him. Draco snorted.

"Like this," Draco moved next to Harry and put his hand over the brunette's showing him how to mover the pestle. Harry tensed under Draco's touch, but found himself relaxing almost as quickly. Draco caught himself suddenly blushing at touching Harry's hand.

Harry muttered "Okay, I've got it," quietly under his breath. Draco moved back to his spot, stirring the cauldron. I am really not good at this whole not fawning thing. Draco sighed internally. Harry felt strangely happy and content after the brief contact. Wait, he thought, the only other time I remember feeling like this was when... He let his thought trail off as he glanced back over at the blond, who was adding the powdered leaves to the Serum. What? No. It can't be. Harry stared intensely at his hand; the one Draco had just been touching.

The last time I felt like that was when I kissed Cho...

[A/N] Hello! Chapter two is here! I was really happy to receive even a few reviews, so the next instalment practically forced itself from my fingers! Can I just mention that I really don't like writing Hermione; she is the character I have the most trouble with so she probably won't make much of an appearance. Please R&R.

Earlindae xx