Title: Neither Good nor Evil

Rating: PG – 13

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.

Authors Note: I've never posted a Draco/Harry story before. This is my first ever. Please take that into account as you read.

Chapter One

Never Been Friends

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had never been friends. They'd never been acquaintances. For the length of time they'd known each other they'd been enemies, first and foremost. Neither of them believed this would ever change.

Currently, Harry was wandering down the seventh-floor corridor, wondering what had happened to Ron and Hermione. Pausing in front of the Boy's Bathroom, he noticed a sound that strangely resembled sobbing. He peeked around the door.

Draco Malfoy was leaning over the sink, his back to the door, head bowed. His body seemed wracked with sobs. Harry stood at the door, unsure of what to do. Draco looked up after a moment, wiping tears off his face and caught sight of Harry in the mirror. Harry flinched, expecting him to draw his wand and curse him but unable to make himself grab his own wand.

"Well, Potter," Malfoy said, thickly, not turning from the mirror, "Going to gloat?" Harry shuffled around the door and shook his head.

"That wouldn't be right." He answered softly, looking at the ground.

"Oh, of course. How could I be so stupid? You're the Golden Boy. The epitome of do-gooder. Perfect in every way." Malfoy scowled, wiping at the remaining tears angrily. Harry continued to stare at the ground.

"I'm sorry." He said suddenly, looking up.

"What?" Malfoy wiped around and their eyes met suddenly.

"For whatever happened to you. I'm sorry it happened. I'm sorry that I've been horrible to her even though you sort of started it…" Harry stopped, a confused look crossing his face. He had meant to say 'I'm sorry for walking in on you' but when he saw Malfoy's face streaked with tears he'd lost control of his words.

"Uh… um… thanks." Harry noticed the same confused look flit across Malfoy's face before he turned away. The blond boy splashed water on his face and fixed his hair. Harry stood at the door in silence.

"Well…" He said at length.

"Yeah." Malfoy answered, slowly.

"See you 'round, Malfoy." Harry turned away from the other boy. Malfoy cleared his throat, uncomfortably.

"Uh… sure. See you' round, Potter." He answered. Harry walked off down the corridor, trying to work out what had just happened. He'd just been nice to… Malfoy? Harry shook his head at the strangeness of it all and hurried off to find Hermione and Ron.

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He met up with his friends in the Gryffindor Common Room. They weren't speaking to each other again. Harry approached them, rolling his eyes at the wall of books Hermione had erected next to her to avoid the redhead. Ron was grumbling under his breath. Harry caught the words 'stupid know-it-all' and 'how could I be so stupid' before Ron caught sight of him.

"Hey mate. Where've you been?" Ron smiled at him. Hermione looked up, offered a sweet smile and returned to her homework.

"I… I just… wanted… a walk." Harry stammered, wincing at his suspicious tone. Hermione shot him a concerned look over her quill.

"Did something happen?" She asked, quietly.

"No, just… um… uh… ran into Malfoy." He shrugged and fell into a seat. They nodded knowingly. They had no idea, Harry thought.

"Oi, Harry!" He turned his head to see Seamus waving him over. He stood and wandered over to where the other boy sat.

"Hey Seamus, Dean. What's up?" Harry asked.

"Well, we need your help…" Seamus began.

"Another cover story, eh?" Harry interrupted, grinning. Seamus nodded, his hand slipping under the table. A second later, Dean made a funny noise in the back of his throat and flushed.

"If you would, mate," Seamus grinned at the look on Dean's face and lowered his voice, "We need a decent exit without suspicion."

"You guys used to leave together all the time." Harry pointed out, lazily, knowing that his protests were pointless.

"That was before Lavender and Pavarti almost caught us last week. They've been watching us all the time now." Seamus gave a barely perceptible nod over in the two girl's direction. Harry stretched languidly and shot the girls a look. They were staring at the three boys and whispering. When Harry looked over at them, they giggled and flushed. Harry rolled his eyes again and turned back to the other boys.

"I see what you mean," He bit his lip, thinking quickly. Hermione was doing homework… the perfect distraction clicked. He stood up and announced in a loud voice, "I can only loan a couple of galleons this time, guys, sorry to disappoint. I didn't get to stop by Gringotts when I was in Diagon Alley."

"Well, how about ten? Come on, Harry, be a pal." Seamus returned. Harry pretended to think about the fake offer.

"Fine, but only ten. See you later," Harry grinned and returned to Hermione and Ron. He sat back down and turned to Hermione, "Are you doing homework already?" The brunette's eyes narrowed, her face reddened and she shot up from her seat. Harry had guessed right. This was the same argument she and Ron had just had. As Hermione began to scream, drawing all eyes to her, Harry saw Seamus and Dean slip up the Boy's Staircase. Oh, he was good.

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Harry lay in bed that night, thinking about what he'd seen earlier. He had always thought of Malfoy as someone without emotions. Just hate and anger and things like that. Seeing the boy crying, it just broke the whole picture Harry had of the other boy. He drifted off slowly, the image of Malfoy remaining stubbornly at the front of Harry's mind.

He felt warm lips pressed against his own. Hands wandered up under his shirt, tracing small patterns on his skin and teasing his nipples. His own hands were buried in soft hair. The other person slipped their tongue into his mouth, drawing a moan from deep in his throat. Suddenly, they pulled apart and Harry caught sight of a pair of silver gray eyes before his shirt was being pulled up over his head.

"Malfoy…?" He gasped as lips pressed against his jaw and neck before returning to his lips. Hands concerned themselves with his belt buckle, sliding it slowly out of his belt loops. The lips moved on, teeth nipped his ear and then they found 'The Spot' right behind his ear. His knees gave suddenly and the hand wrapped around his back, pulling his against another body.

This was not a girl's body. A flat muscular chest pressed against his, still clothed in a shirt. The lips continued down his neck, nipping and licking at intervals. Harry groaned softly and the lips returned to his again before pulling away. This time Harry got a glimpse of platinum blond hair and a pale, sculpted face before he was being pushed down onto a bed. Malfoy crawled on top of him, pressing their lips together again. Suddenly he began to snore, loudly. He gave a loud jolting snore.

Harry's eyes shot open. Ron was snoring loudly in the bed next to him. He was sitting in a warm sticky puddle. Harry looked down and felt his face grow hot. He'd just had a rather erotic dream about Draco Malfoy. Harry reached out for his wand and cleaned himself up before falling back against his pillows.

He'd had dreams about boys before. After Cho he'd been slightly turned off against girls but he'd never thought… And did it have to be Draco Malfoy. Sure the boy was cute. Alright fine, Harry admitted to himself, he was unfairly handsome. If Harry was being honest with himself the boy was, in fact, terribly sexy, especially with his eyes shining with tears.

Harry sighed. Ron gave another loud grunting snore. Seamus' bed creaked loudly and there was soft laughter from somewhere in the darkness. Harry sat up again, scowled into the darkness, grabbed his glasses and got out of bed. The sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon yet. Harry scooped up his bath things and plodded off through the darkness, cursing softly as his toe slammed against an unseen trunk.

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