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Two days later

Harry was crooked over a transformation essay in the Gryffindor common room, but he found it hard to concentrate so there were just a few lines on the paper yet. Every time Harry had seen Draco in the last two days Ginny had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and Harry didn't dare to go over to the other boy to talk to him.

Furthermore it seemed that Draco tried to avoid Harry. And the black haired boy had to admit that it bothered him. He tried to repress it, but when his mind was wandering his thoughts were always going back to the feeling he had when he had touched Malfoy's hand.

Moreover Ginny had changed too. She was clinging much more than usual and often tried to kiss Harry in public, especially when a certain Slytherin was around.

And when they were alone once in a while she was acting strange, somehow alluring, or at least her behavior was meant to be. In fact Harry would have appreciated it just to sit outside and talk to her. It was a bit embarrassing to see her lolling on his bed.

Harry looked up from his essay. Ron was sitting next to him. He was reading something for Charms.

'Ron, can you help me with something?' Harry asked his best friend.

'Sorry, I can't help you with transformation,' he said when he recognized Harry's essay.

'You should wait for Hermione, you know.'

'It's not that,' Harry replied. 'I want to ask you how you feel when you're kissing Hermione,' he went on lowly.

'Mate, that's a rather odd question, you know that? Why do you ask?'

'Well, yeah…I can't tell you yet but, please?'

'It feels exciting I think. You know, I'm shivering inside and there are butterflies in my stomach and all this stuff.'

'That's how you feel?'

'See, I don't like talking about that, but Harry, it feels special,' he said with glowing eyes. 'It's not like the stupid snogging I had with Lavender, you know…'

Harry sank back in his chair. Knowing? No! But he had an idea of this feeling, the problem was, it wasn't his best friend's sister who gave it to him…

He made a decision. He took a new piece of parchment and starred at it for a moment. Than he wrote:

Dear Draco,

What about the privet lessons you offered me? I still suck in potions!

H.P

Well, maybe it was the most stupid letter he had ever written, but it would do. He got up and climbed up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. He wanted to give the letter to Hedwig when he remembered painfully that Hedwig would never deliver his letters again.

He sighed and turned to go and take one of the school's owls. It still was early enough to wander around in the castle. He didn't meet a single person on his way up to the tower; unfortunately he didn't meet many owls either because most of them were hunting outside.

Finally he was able to convince a little brown owl to take his letter. He followed it with his eyes while it was flying towards the direction of the Slytherin dungeons. Again the vision of a lonely blond boy popped in his mind.

Harry enjoyed the nice warm night air and watched the grounds becoming darker with every minute, till he thought it would soon be too dark to see the owl dirt on the ground. He made his way back to the common room and went straight on to his dormitory, because he wasn't in mood for Ginny right now. To his surprise there was a huge screech owl waiting at the open window next to his bed. It obviously had a letter for him.

Quickly Harry got down on his knees in front of it, petted it gently and then took the piece of parchment from its claws. Before opening it he took a view over his shoulder. He was still alone. Hastily he enrolled the letter.

Dear Harry,

You still want to? What do you think about Friday, after our DatDA lesson?

Take my owl for answering.

D.M.

A smile spread over Harry's face. He never had expected to hear, or read the words Dear Harry from Draco Malfoy! He quickly searched for a new piece of parchment and wrote the answer.

Yes, that's fine with me!

H.P.

He gave it to the owl which instantly flew away. Harry couldn't help but smiling.

The next two days Harry had the sensation that there was something light and huge in his stomach. Well, sometimes it felt like he had to vomit, but most of the time it was a quit pleasant feeling. To calm down he said to himself that he was just going to have privet lessons, but to be honest, who did he try to fool? Ron and Hermione were wondering what was up with their best friend. They decided it must be the fact that this was Harry's firs ordinary, innocuous year at Hogwarts and that he just was happy having a girlfriend (which was quite obvious because public snogging had become one of Harry's daily duties…) and two marvelous best friends.

After dinner on Friday Harry went to his dormitory to get all his things. He also took the invisibility cloak, because who knows how long the privet lessons would take. Besides his documents for the lessons he packed his potions book and the beginning of his essay.

When he reached the classroom everyone was there already. He greeted them and sat down.

They went on with the work of the last lesson. Harry had told them that a pretty positive energy flow from the wand's head would indicate that the spell had worked. However some of his classmates wanted to have clearer effects so they were scratching themselves to see if the skin would heal again. Draco still had his problems, but he definitely had improved. Harry was watching him from the distance. Obviously this made Draco's nerves flutter.

When the bell rang the others started leaving the classroom chatting and laughing. Neville came to Harry to give back the book and left then too. Harry hurried to get all his stuff together, than he looked up. Draco was sitting at one of the desks in the first row and watched the Gryffindor.

'Come on,' Harry said and went towards the door.

'What's up? Where are we going?' Draco asked surprised but followed Harry. He had to run because the Gryffindor was quite in a hurry. Draco knew the spot where Harry stopped. It was right in front of the Room of Requirements. Harry went along the wall three times and a door appeared. The two of them went inside.

'The room still works?' Draco declared faithless.

'Yes, I guess the fire devoured itself after everything else was burned.'

'Why were you in such a hurry?' Draco demanded while he was regarding the room. There was a desk with two chairs, a cauldron next to it and some shelves with ingredients on the wall. A nice warm fire was flaring in the fireplace.

'I didn't want Ginny to show up,' Harry replied simply.

'But why? She is your girlfriend,' Draco said facing the floor.

'Yes, and you are neither stupid nor blind, so you know why!' Harry answered and went over to one of the chairs to sit down.

'I've no idea what you are talking about,' Draco said with an innocent smile. Unfortunately Harry missed it because he was taking his essay out of his bag.

'Then I can't help you,' the Gryffindor replied resigning. 'What do you think, where should we start?' he then questioned pointing on his potions homework.

'Let's see, first we should finish this essay, I see you have worked on it a little bit.' He read what Harry had written so far and nodded.

'Well, how would you go on now? I mean, what effect do you think this potion would have so far?'

'I don't have the faintest idea. How can you know?'

'You haven't listened to anything Snape ever said, have you?' Draco laughed.

'To be honest, not really…'

'Ok, it seems we have to start by zero.'

Draco began to explain to Harry that every ingredient has its own effect which can be influenced by the way it is prepared. Harry admitted that this were huge news for him which made the Slytherin wonder how Harry made it till seventh grade.

After more than two hours the essay was finished and in Harry's head the comprehension had started to grow. It still would take weeks till he would be as good as expected in seventh grade, but after all it was more than Harry could have imagined.

'Thaaaank...youuuu,' Harry yawned and leaned back in his chair. 'So, will you tell me now what happened to you that you are giving me privet lessons and, you know, that you don't hate me anymore?' Harry asked and looked at the other young man.

Draco shyly returned the look.

'You,' he said plain.

'Me? Well, actually I happened to you the last seven years,' Harry declared.

'I mean, you saved my life in a situation everyone else would have left me. In this very room. I heard what your friend Weasley said. He would have left me behind.'

'How could I if there is a chance to save you?' Harry asked disbelieving.

'You see? You are the golden boy; you have a pure heart and all this stuff. Everyone would expect you to be heroic and kind. But how can you save somebody like me? I mean, I always annoyed you and, hell, I was a fucking death eater! I was supposed to kill Dumbledore and, no, I was supposed to die while I was trying to kill him. I was just a worthless puppet in the dark lord's game to punish my parents. I'm worthless! I would have deserved it to die! I only knew hatred and pride! How can someone like you…I mean…' Draco's voice broke down. He was shaking and Harry could see tears running down the other one's face.

'Draco,' Harry said gently. 'You are not worthless. You know, right now your company makes me…well, happy,' he shyly admitted. 'And I'm not the golden boy you think I am! Especially you should know that after, you know, this curse…'

'You don't have to apologize. You saved my life, how couldn't I forgive you?' Draco replied smiling. The other ones voice was so soft that Harry shivered. He never had expected Draco to be able to sound like this.

'But it must have hurt like hell and I'm so sorry and…' Harry went on.

'Do you want to know if there are scars left?' the blond asked out of the sudden. His smile had vanished and he had stood up.

'Are there?' Harry whispered and slowly rose too.

Draco looked straight into Harry's eyes, laid down his robes and began slowly to unbutton his shirt. Harry had to swallow hard. Even if Malfoy had been his enemy for seven years, of course he had noticed how handsome he was. The way his fingers were sliding over his chest, the expression in his eyes, it was rather provocative, nearly sexy.

It took Harry a few seconds to break the look they shared and to eye the other ones chest. Draco had taken off his shirt completely and Harry couldn't help but stare. There were thin lines, spread over the whole upper body, but so light that they were nearly invisible.

Harry got a step closer and reached out his right hand to touch the scars. He laid his fingertips on the pale skin, when Draco breathed in sharply.

'Does it hurt when I touch you?' Harry asked breathless. He felt a bit dizzy.

'Actually it feels…exciting,' Draco replied scarcely audible.

Harry's fingers were wandering over the other ones chest and he reached one of the tiny pink nipples. He didn't dare to touch it. His fingers were prickling. He bit his bottom lip and swallowed.

'I…I like you,' he said hushed.

Harry could feel how Draco was trembling. He looked down and saw that a slight arousal became apparent through the Slytherins' trousers. He got even more light-headed because there wasn't enough blood for his brain.

'I like you too' Draco whispered and closed the distance between them until a few inches remained. Harry slid his hand up to Draco's neck and fondled him gently. He was starring at Draco's pale pink lips and drew him even closer. He could feel his soft hot breath stroking over his skin.

Harry shivered when Draco placed one hand on the Gryffindors waist, the other one was gliding up his back softly.

They remained like that for a few moments, starring at each other, lust in their eyes. The breath was coming heavy and hot and their noses touched once or twice slightly.

'I can't…' Harry suddenly said under his breath. 'I have to break up with Ginny first. I don't want to think about her when I'm with you.'

Draco looked in Harry's emerald green eyes. 'You have to?' he asked.

'I have to,' he replied and pulled away gently. He turned and grabbed all his stuff from the table and slowly headed towards the door. He looked back once more and faced the other young man who was sitting on the table, his head in his hands, but yet smiling.

'See you tomorrow!' Harry grinned shyly and left the room.

Just one chaper left...see you then!