Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are in JK Rowling's possession, completely. :)

A/N: You guys are just amazing. I love reading reviews. Sorry for the cliffhanger...but it brought me a lot of chuckles. Alright, on with the show…er…the story.

-Xxx-

Harry took a deep breath and looked back and forth between Ron and Hermione, they had leaned forward in their seats, and their body language was urging him to go on.

"Today in potions," he began unsteadily but Ron cut him off.

"Did Malfoy threaten you? Did he say something about your parents again? Do you want me to punch him? Actually Hermione found this really nifty and useful spell that…"

"…Ron, Ron, RON, will you just listen? He didn't insult me." Ron and Hermione both looked stumped. And before Harry knew it he was spilling out the entire story. How he wanted to get to know Draco, how he was going to meet him. How he wanted Ron and Hermione to be behind him in this.

They both looked like they'd been hit over the head with a bludger. On Ron's part it wasn't that out of place, he looked like that every potions class or every time Hermione got into one of her 'moments' when she rants on and uses complicated vocabulary, forgetting who she was talking to, and that she might as well be talking French. However the look on Hermione was completely abnormal.

For a few moments (that felt like decades) everything was silent except the soft crackling of the fireplace. Harry had sat down and would not look up from the clasped hands that sat in his lap. Then, as expected, Ron exploded.

"Harry how could you do this? Its MALFOY incase you haven't noticed. He insults my family; he calls Hermione a – ugh – mudblood. He's continuously a complete asshole with you and not to mention that he is a future Death Eater. I wouldn't be surprised if he already was one! How COULD you even THINK of being friends with him?" Ron was panting heavily after shouting so loud, Harry wouldn't be surprised if on of Ron's lungs had shattered. He was thankful they were the only ones in the common room.

Hermione then piped up, quieter, no doubt, and gentler than Ron had been. "Look, Harry, we know he actually isn't a death eater." She shot Ron a pointed look, "But besides that, he isn't a nice guy. He can't be. He's always been so horrible to us Harry. Tell us what you're thinking here."

Harry sighed, he knew to expect this, but he had hoped heartily that they would have been as interested in calling forth a truce as Harry himself was. Harry knew, however, that that would be futile wishing.

"Well he'd been very…civil…in Potions class. And when I told him to meet me at the Tower, he looked almost excited, if that makes sense, which it probably doesn't. And you guys don't have to go to the Tower with me. You don't have to like him right away. I don't even like him right away. But how about I hang out with him and if he's the same Malfoy we know and hate, then no harm no foul, we'll just go back to hating him like we always have. But if I find out he's an alright guy, will you two back me up?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. It was a reasonable and logical request. Sighing they both nodded to him and Harry broke in to a grin. "Thanks guys, it means a lot. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get ready."

And with that he left the two of them dumbfounded in the common room. Neither of them could think of anything to say.

Meanwhile, a certain blonde Slytherin was having a crisis. "Oh Merlin what will I DO?" He was speaking to himself, which was something he was quickly becoming accustomed to.

Seriously Draco, you are such a girl. Who cares if your hair is gelled or natural? It isn't like he's going to be running his hands through your hair.

"Shut up voice," Draco murmured, but he had to concede that the voice was positively right. However Draco felt that Harry was more of the type to like natural and soft. So he left his gel aside.

Draco checked his reflection in the mirror. "Looking good, dear, looking good," the mirror told him. Draco had to agree, Harry would love it.

He was wearing a cashmere green sweater that was form fitting yet warm, and had had a magical spell put on it to increase the shine in anyone's eyes. He was wearing black jeans that made him look slender and tall. Yes, Harry would be in awe.

He checked the clock, it was quarter to eight. It was time to go. He left the Slytherin dormitory quietly and made his way to the Astronomy Tower.

Draco, calm down, you have goose bumps. Listen you look great, Harry will obviously look great. It should be a great meeting. Unless of course the whole intention of this meeting is to push you off the Astronomy Tower, in which case then you have something to be worried about.

The voice had a talent for making Draco feel worse about every little thing, without trying to. This little war inside Draco's head went on until he reached the door leading to the astronomy tower. His heart was pounding so loud that if Harry were behind the door he would surely hear it.

Slowly he opened the door. There Harry stood his back to Draco. Draco couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling spreading over his body.

Harry turned around quickly at the sound of Draco's feet; spotting Draco he offered a small, unsure smile. Draco grinned back…noting that the sexual tension he was feeling was raging through his stomach.

"Hey," Harry said quietly, it was such an unsure voice that it made Draco melt.

MELTING?! You are melting because he said ONE word towards you? That's RIDICULOUS Draco.

"Hi," Draco replied, feeling rather awkward himself.

"Well I suppose I should tell you why I asked you to come here. Listen Malfoy – er … Draco. I would like to call forth a truce. I really want to get to know you and I feel guilty for turning down your hand back in first year without knowing you. I'd like to find out that you aren't just the cold Draco Malfoy I've known all these years."

Draco could barely speak; Harry Potter just called him, Draco Malfoy, by his first name. Not only that but he had asked to be friends…sort of. Draco felt like singing (he didn't by the way.)

"Um…what do your little Gryffindor friends think about this?" He asked, because if they disapproved he knew that Harry might back out.

"They're behind me in my decision, mostly. They might act the same towards you at first but in the long run I think they'll see that keeping enemies is pointless too." Harry replied, matter of factly.

"Well, yes I think a truce would make sense. I'm okay with that. How about we meet up to talk down by the lake tomorrow after class?" Draco kept his voice under control so as not to seem too eager.

Harry gave him a warm smile and nodded, "That sounds great. I'll see you then."

And with that they parted, leaving a satisfied Harry and an insanely blissful Draco.

The next morning they both woke up to a day of sunshine, despite the fact that it was November.

They both floated through classes, anxious about their meeting later on today. Harry had caught Hermione and Ron up on the events of the previous night and they had to admit that Draco hadn't tried anything bad yet.

Finally the end of classes for the day arrived and Harry and Draco both bolted as fast as they could for the lake.

They met each other there, both out of breath and rosy cheeked.

"Hey" they both said simultaneously. Draco could barely keep from "squeeing" at Harry's healthy fresh face. He smiled broadly.

"How about we sit down?" Draco asked and they both took a seat under a tree near the shore. They looked out at the water in front of him, thinking in silence. Draco noted that their shoulders were touching.

"So…" Draco began and Harry looked at him, "how about those Chudley Cannons?" Harry laughed heartily and swatted Draco on the shoulder.

"We should probably talk about ourselves I suppose, if you want to know each other" Draco told Harry and Harry nodded.

"You go first," Harry commanded and Draco stuck his tongue out at him.

"Well the first thing you should know is that I'm not my father. I don't believe that all muggleborns are scum, don't look at me like that it's true, and my main goal in life is not to get you."

Yes it is, Draco. All you WANT is to get Harry. Just not in the same way as your father. Heh heh heh…sucker.

Draco flushed at what the voice said but Harry didn't notice. He was too interested in what Draco had just said to him. There conversation took off with leaps and bounds and they were losing track of time.

They told each other about their goals in life, and their friends, they joked around mostly. They were both full on laughter, and too happy and content to notice a glowering redheaded girl in the background who was not taking kindly to being forgotten for a Slytherin.

She thought she couldn't get any angrier until she saw Harry playfully pinch Draco's nose, an action he usually saved for her. She saw red, and quickly stormed off to the castle, plotting her revenge.

Harry and Draco didn't notice, they were too busy with their new found friendship. They had now agreed to meet here on every Tuesday and Thursday after class, rain or shine. But this is not a happily ever after, this is merely a beginning.

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FizzWizz: Oooh I love how cute they are. I'm practically squeeing.

Draco – Does life get any better than this? This would be the part where the voice pops in and decides to say that, yes it would if Harry would just KISS ME. But uh…I don't feel the same way or anything.

Harry – I love having more friends. It makes life seem brighter. I don't know what Ginny's problem is though.

FizzWizz – Well I hope you liked it. Review please.