Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, claiming to when you are not JK Rowling, is a sin worthy of damnation to hell. Basically. :)

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages! First my computer crashed then I was just super busy and then I got writer's block. But there should be no excuses, anyways here it is.

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To say that Ginny Weasley was upset would be an understatement. Harry had come to her after his lovely talk with precious "Draco" and said he wasn't ready to start a relationship at this point in time. That he needed to be surer, steadier in his decision. He was steady in his decision just two days ago! She was absolutely positive this was Malfoy's fault. If it weren't for him, Harry Potter would belong to her right now.

She was pacing angrily through the halls, and didn't seem to notice that she was – in fact – in Slytherin territory. Well Draco Malfoy would cure her of her ignorance.

"What are you doing here Weasley?" he all but growled out, "realized you can't get Potter so you've come to see what boys you can chase after down in the dungeons?"

She glared daggers at him. "Listen Malfoy," she spat out malevolently, "Do not think this is over. Don't be lulled into thinking that Harry and I are through. We haven't even started, slime ball. I get that you're insecure to the point you feel you have to make Harry miserable, but if you ruin this for me…for us…you will wish you never met me." She had moved closer to him, menacingly, and her eyes were flashing wildly. She looked truly insane.

But Draco wasn't fazed at all. He leaned against the wall carelessly. A bored expression was plainly on his face. "Please," he drawled out, "I already wish I had never met you. You have no manners, no class, and no reason for Harry to like you at all. You didn't deserve the small amount of time he ever wasted on you."

Ginny was murderous. She couldn't even say anything she was so angry. She spluttered looking completely foolish. She just let her eyes talk for her before storming off. Draco understood, and he knew that Ginny Weasley was not going down without a fight. However he couldn't be bothered to care because tomorrow was a Thursday and he would be meeting Harry after class. What could be better?

…

Harry woke Thursday morning to sunshine streaming through the window. He smiled to himself, while he wasn't usually a morning person, he couldn't help but look forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays. Talking with Draco really was refreshing and just so natural. He found it came so easily to him, like Draco and he were born to spill their hearts out to each other. They had become fast friends, and Harry only wished he hadn't rejected Draco's hand all those years ago.

That seemed like another lifetime ago. He was wide-eyed and innocent, full of the thirst to prove himself, just as the Sorting Hat had told him. He was sick of being treated cruelly. He was sick of being bullied and seeing others being bullied which is why he didn't put up with Draco back then. Now he saw that he should've reached out to Draco and try and see the amazing person inside, instead he pushed him away.

That part of his life was over now. Harry knew that the moment Voldemort came back. He knew he could never be a little kid again. And hew knew that Draco Malfoy would no longer be his nemesis, it would've been easier if he were, but with Voldemort running around, there was way bigger things to worry about than school rivalry.

At least he had Draco's support now. He wouldn't have to worry about anyone else trying to hurt him except the death eaters and Voldemort. One less enemy to worry about was certainly something to rejoice about. Hermione and Ron agreed too. Soon Harry was sure that Hermione and Ron would be ready to open up to Draco as well. This thought excited him, but for some reason there was an unwillingness to share Draco. What if Draco and Harry never had time alone anymore?

There was no more time to ponder this as potions class was in less than thirty minutes. Harry dashed to get ready, and then proceeded to run to the great hall to grab some toast before booking it to potions class.

He got there just in time before the dungeon doors were opened. Draco smirked at Harry's windblown hair and resisted the urge to smother Harry with kisses. He shot Harry an exasperated expression that was bursting with good humor and friendliness.

Harry stuck his tongue out at him playfully and Draco laughed, it was a tinkling sound, like a trickling clear stream. And Harry couldn't help the warm sensation spreading from the tips of his fingers and spreading through his body.

The kids filed inside the dark, musty potions classroom, to be greeted by a very happy Snape. When I say very happy, I mean he only took five points off of Gryffindor and hadn't killed any children yet.

When Harry was finally admitted entrance he saw there was only one empty chair in the classroom, it was right next to Blaise Zabini. Blaise was a notorious flirt, everyone knew that. He had no intention on choosing sides in the war, or in his sexual preference. He just wanted to have a good time with a cute person. Everyone knew this. It was common knowledge.

So when Draco saw that Harry was sitting next to Blaise, looking particularly adorable today, he couldn't help but dread what was to happen next.

The room was dimly lit, and the potion fumes were causing everyone to feel a little out of it. There were three people in the room not affected: Hermione, Draco and Blaise. These three weren't affected because they had a solid goal that kept their minds from wandering off. Hermione wanted to get this potion perfect. Draco wanted to get Blaise away from Harry. And Blaise was determined to get Harry Potter.

Draco was furious. He looked over to see Blaise flirting shamelessly with a dazed-looking Harry. Blaise was clearly taking advantage of Harry! It was so low, so cowardly, so...so...slytherin of him.

Draco, you ARE a slytherin. You abide by the rules of low-blows and cowardice. This is crazy. All Harry has to do is SMILE at you and you turn into a sappy, noble, Gryffindor. Stupid bloody Harry.

Draco agreed. But was far too busy scheming on how best to get Blaise and Harry separated. As they were a couple rows ahead, he did not have to look back to watch them, which was an advantage. But if only they were directly in front of him.

Suddenly, he saw Blaise reach out and physically touch Harry. And not just a simple casual brush past, he let his hand linger on Harry's forearm. Draco kept himself from growling. But when Blaise began sliding his hand from Harry's arm, down his torso to come and rest on Harry's thigh and then LEAVE it there…Draco had had enough.

He very smoothly balled up a piece of parchment in his fist and dipped it in the armadillo blood. He then sent it shooting across the desks, landing right on Blaise's head. Blaise, being rather vain, pitched a fit and took his hand off of Harry's leg, using both hands to frantically scrape the Armadillo blood off of his head, as it was now dripping on to his face. Draco snickered inwardly.

Blaise, realizing he wasn't getting anywhere asked to go to the nurse, although it was plain that he just wanted to spend time making sure he looked perfect. Snape, however, always did favor Slytherins and pretended to believe that Blaise really didn't feel well. Draco was fine with that, it meant that Harry would no longer be being harassed and Draco would no longer have to watch it.

Well it's true what they say about love making people act crazy, because you my friend are acting absolutely nutters. Like anything was going to happen between Harry and Blaise. Besides, you're meeting with Harry tonight; a little thing like someone touching his leg shouldn't be bothering you.

The voice had the strange ability to both piss Draco off and cheer him up. And that last little whisper inside his head did both at the same time. "I really am nutters" Draco mumbled to himself.

Soon enough potions class was over and the mystified class filed silently into the corridor. Once in the open air, the clouds in their minds began to clear and they went back to the noisy, chattering group of kids that they usually were. Draco searched through the crowd for Harry. It wasn't easy, but when he did find him he say Harry laughing with Ron and Hermione.

Draco couldn't wait until it was his turn to make Harry laugh like that. Only three more hours, he thought to himself. I can live through that. He kept giving himself this silent pep talk as he walked to the great hall for lunch. By the time he reached his destination he felt a lot better, he walked through the double doors and attempted catching Harry's eyes.

He whistled a tune casually, and Harry looked over. Harry smiled widely at Draco and Draco winked and smiled back. They earned a few confused looks from fellow students, but mostly went unnoticed.

The hall was too busy talking about some rumor about Trelawney and Filch in a storage cupboard. Everyone was repulsed, but admitted that seeing as how they were both quite magically crippled, it could work. Honestly, the things these students come up with.

Agreed. They come up with the craziest gossip. What's next? The icy cool prince of Slytherin, and Voldemort's future right-hand man completely infatuated with the Boy-Who-Lived? Nah…not even they could come up with THAT.

Draco considered this for a moment. It was true. Harry and Draco having a relationship was about as likely as the Trelawney and Filch gossip. But maybe Draco didn't care.

He floated through herbology and arithmancy thinking of nothing but Harry. Pansy was trying futilely to awaken Draco from his daze, but all he replied to her was "Yeah," "Huh," or "I am listening." Pansy shrieked out in frustration. Tossing her hands up, gaining a stern look from the Professor. She resumed her notes, but kept shooting furious looks at Draco

Classes finally ended for the day and Draco began strolling down to the lake. He no longer ran to make sure he got there on time, because Harry was always late. It was inevitable that Harry went and made excuses and apologies to his friends and he told Ron and Hermione that he would tell them about the meeting when he got back. They would nod, accepting, but still not loving the idea. Everyone else simply was confused at why Harry would keep leaving them to talk to Draco Malfoy.

Draco chuckled, they would never understand. He had reached the lake and he sat beneath their tree. As expected, Harry wasn't there yet. Draco smiled, Harry was so predictable sometimes. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, stretching his arms out and placing them behind his head. Might as well get comfortable, he figured.

Before too long, Draco heard the sound of footsteps crunching on the crisp brown leaves that had made their timely descend to earth. His eyes fluttered open and he glanced behind him. There Harry was his hands deep in his pockets, his shoulders scrunched closer to his ears as if to block the wind. His hair was more messy and tousled as usual, but in an adorable way. And the flush from the cold that was spread across Harry's nose and cheeks made a warmth spread through Draco, right down to his-

Now now Draco, you really need to control this part of your body better, you don't want Harry to read your emotions so easily. Heh heh heh

Stupid Bloody Voice, Draco thought grumpily, but smiled at Harry nonetheless. "Hey" Draco called softly.

Harry sighed, plopping down next to Draco, "Hey." This salutation was a little breathless and rushed. Draco smirked; he knew Harry still had to run to get to the lake.

"You're late," Draco joked. Harry scowled at him and stuck out his tongue. They both laughed good-naturedly.

"How was your day?" Harry asked politely.

"Oh just boring and uneventful, meeting you here was the only thing I had to look forward to all day." Draco replied easily.

"Haha, Pretty pathetic that meeting me is the best thing for you today, isn't it?" Harry was joking, Draco knew this, but something underneath the carefree way Harry spoke this, was insecurity, something that said he meant this statement.

He doesn't feel loved Draco, the voice whispered, but if only he knew how you really felt.

He would turn away. He'd hate me, Draco thought back hard. Draco didn't want Harry to feel down on himself.

He turned and stared at Harry. "Harry, look at me." He commanded softly, and Harry did, his eyes full of question.

"I love meeting with you, don't ever doubt that." He said this with such intensity that Harry was taken aback. He sat there, his mouth open, but after what seemed like an eternity to Draco, he smiled, and Draco didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful in the world.

"Draco," Harry questioned, leaning back against the tree and looking at the sky, "do you believe in heaven?" The question was unexpected and Draco leaned back too, his head next to Harry's.

He exhaled calmly. "Well…I believe in angels." Draco said. Harry looked at him and cocked his head to the side. "What's the difference?" Harry inquired.

"A city paved with gold up in the clouds where people walk around with halos, playing harps and singing hymns? It sounds so fictional, like a child's dream. And then there is the whole people going to heaven dilemma, if only the good go to heaven, how do you figure out the good from the bad? Everyone has some good in them."

"Voldemort doesn't." Harry contradicted immediately. But Draco shook his head.

"Yes, even Voldemort does. Sure, he can't love, he is psychotic and evil. However he's gotten this way from trying to protect purebloods, trying to protect wizards from extinction. It's horrible, I know. But his mind is so warped and twisted that he actually believes that he is doing a good deed."

Harry had to nod in agreement, then Harry added: "Plus, he did have a terrible childhood, he was completely alone and uncared for until he found out about his wizarding heritage, in a weird way it makes sense for him to want to protect them, even though he is doing the exact opposite, I guess he doesn't realize that. But hold up, if you don't believe in heaven how can you believe in angels? Wings and halos seem just as imaginary has the stereotypical heaven does. How can you believe in them?"

Draco smiled wisely, and looked to the clouds above, as if they held all the answers. "I believe in angels. But not the kind with wings or halos, not the kind who float about, doing God's bidding, I believe in the everyday angels. Like the people who seem so ordinary and yet they go out of their way to help people when no kindness was expected. Like the man who goes out ever Saturday and buys food to deliver to the homeless, or when you trip on the street and people keep passing you buy while you scramble trying to get up and suddenly a woman with a warm smile and an outstretched hand pulls you up." Draco paused for a minute then continued his voice ten times quieter than before, "Or like you. No one said you had to fight Voldemort but I know you are going to. And not for yourself, but so that no one else can get hurt or abused or killed, so that the next generations live in peace, so no one has to choose between friends and beliefs."

Harry gawked at him, he was used to Draco's intellectual rants, the ways his mind could dip into the deepest of conversations, but he had never heard him open up quite like this. He halted for a moment.

"Draco…I'm touched." He was at a loss for words; Draco's speech was spinning around in his head like a Ferris wheel. "The last sentence you said," He started, "were you talking about yourself? When you said people had to choose between their friends and their beliefs? Draco, what side do you want to choose?"

Draco was afraid of this. He didn't know what he wanted, what was right and what was wrong. Either way, he would hurt someone he cared about, either way; someone he loved was going to get left in the cold. Harry was waiting, his hands fidgeting gently.

"I-I don't know. I can't decide. I can't turn my back on my family, but now that you and I have grown so close, I don't think I can turn my back on you either. If only this stupid war didn't have to happen."

Harry nodded, accepting this answer, or lack thereof. "I wish it didn't have to happen, but it does. We can't run forever. Our problems always find us in the end. I have to stop this. But there is always room for you, and anyone else, on our side."

Draco merely nodded. They sat in a comforting silence. They had company, but weren't pressured to make conversation if they didn't want to. It was what they both needed right now. Harry leaned his head against Draco's; in the kind of manner he'd lean against Hermione or Ron, or maybe even Ginny. They linked their arms together and just sat there until it was time to leave. Harry had never felt closer to another human being than he had right at this moment.

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FizzWizz: Sorry that took SO long, I hope it was okay. Harry and Draco sure are getting cozy. xD

Draco: *Does crazy dance* Thank you thank you thank you.

Harry: Draco has snapped.

FizzWizz: Ahh my muses, how I've missed them since they were on Holiday. Review please.

Draco: I HAVE NOT SNAPPED.