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A/N: So so sorry this is so late! Hopefully I'll be able to get three out sooner! But school is starting back so it's up to you to review and make it a top priority! Okay so thanks to all who reviewed! Here's chapter two! Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Hopeful Melodies

The next day, Draco watched Potter closely. The raven head avoided his gaze in every class. Draco, however, would not be swayed from his goal of healing Potter. During dinner, Potter listlessly poked at his food before leaving the Great Hall. Draco followed soon after. He saw Potter sitting beneath a tree, staring out at the lake. At Draco's approach, he looked up and once again Draco saw emptiness in Potter's eyes. Harry sighed before turning away.

"What now, Malfoy?"

"May I join you?"

"I guess. I can't stop you." Draco rolled his eyes as he sat on the ground.

"About last night…"

"I don't want to talk about it."

'How long have you been able to play piano?" Harry heaved a sigh before looking at Draco.

"For about three years. A…friend taught me." He grew quiet and looked down.

"This friend…a Muggle?"

"No, she was a witch."

"Was?"

"She died."

"Oh. I'm sorry. So-"

"Look, last night was a mistake. No one was supposed to be there. I was relieving stress. So just drop it, okay?"

"What did you mean by your happily ever after?" Harry looked surprised that Draco had remembered his words.

"It was nothing. Just a stupid phrase."

"It seemed to mean something important to you. A phrase your friend said?"

"It…"

"Harry!" The boys looked up to see Ron and Hermione approaching. Pansy and Blaise were close behind as they had been looking for Draco. The two stood as the group approached. Hermione and Ron reached them first.

"Are you okay? Is Malfoy bothering you?" Hermione asked in concern while Ron glared at Malfoy.

"No it's fine, Mione. We were just talking," Harry replied. At that moment, Pansy and Blaise got there.

"What are you doing, Dray?" Blaise said looking between the two boys.

"Potter and I were talking. Putting the past behind us, I guess you could say."

"Harry?" Ron said questioningly.

"Yeah. The war is over and they did fight on our side after all, so why not? I get the feeling there's more to them than meets the eye," Harry said, a slight smile on his face. He gazed off across the lake as if remembering something. Draco thought him heartbreakingly beautiful with the sun setting on the lake and the wind rustling his hair. The wistfully desolate look on his face strengthened Draco's determination to help him.

"Another phrase your friend used to say?" Draco asked. Harry's head snapped around as he looked at him, shock on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"It just seemed like you were quoting someone." Draco shrugged. "I thought it might have been your friend."

"Yeah. She said that. I tend to quote her a lot." Hermione placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He gave her a slight smile before looking towards the castle. "We should get going. Curfew will start soon." He started towards the castle but Draco grabbed his hand to stop him. Everyone froze at the action. Draco felt a tingle run up his arm at the connection. However, the mixture of pain and panic on Harry's face caused him to release his hold.

"Sorry. I just- I mean-" he took a deep breath and stuck his hand out. "Friends?" The Golden Trio looked at him in surprise before Harry clasped his hand firmly and said "Friends." Draco smiled and Potter smiled slightly. And with that the six of them made their way back to the castle.

xXx

A month had passed since the friendship had formed. They had all grown closer and yet there were still shadows in Harry's eyes. No matter how hard Draco pushed, Harry never seemed to open up about what went wrong. It was another late night, and once again Draco was making his rounds. As he approached the seventh floor, he heard a lilting melody being played. He slowly made his way to the room. Upon opening the door, he saw Harry seated at the piano, a few tears dropping from his eyes as his fingers caressed the keys. His eyes locked with Draco's as he played the last few bars. He slowly took his hands from the keys.

"I'm not as good as she was but I love playing. It's a good way to express feelings, don't you think?" Harry said, a few more tears spilling down his cheeks. Draco made his way to piano and sat next to Harry.

"I'm glad she could give you such a gift. I regret not being able to hear her play. You'll just have to play for her."

"I don't know if I'm good enough to keep up her memory. Every day I forget little things, you know. I'm so scared that one day I'll wake up and won't be able to remember anything. What if I forget her? What if-" Draco placed a finger to Harry's lips as he was slowly becoming hysterical.

"You won't. It'll be fine. As long as you play, she'll always be right here," he said tapping right above Harry's heart. Silver eyes locked with tear-filled green. Draco found himself pulled into those eyes and unconsciously moved closer to Harry. He heard him gasp before his lips settled onto Harry's. Harry froze before sighing and pulling back. Draco's eyes fluttered open.

"Draco, I'm not…not ready…for any kind of relationship or anything right now. I'm…I'm sorry," Harry stammered out, looking away. Draco blushed and looked down.

"No that's okay. I just…you were crying…and I wanted to make it better…I'm the one who should be sorry."

"It's okay. I understand. It was nice…" Harry blushed and looked at the keys.

"Harry? Is it okay…if I…try to…win you?"

"What?"

"You know like…court you or something like that…help heal you. We wouldn't have to go on dates or anything, just hang out or something."

"I guess you could. I mean…I'm not sure if I like…guys…but I mean…" Harry took a deep breath, "Sure." Draco smiled slightly.

"I understand. Will you play us something, Harry?"

"Us?"

"I'm sure she's with you when you play, so us," Draco replied. Harry smiled slightly.

"Yeah. For you two," Harry answered as his fingers glided over the keys. A melody sounded through the room. It was the same tune Draco had heard earlier, yet it was slightly different. This time, Draco listened closely, it contained flashes of hope. Like the twinkling of the first stars in a dark night. Draco let that hope fill him and was glad that he could bring Harry some peace in his time of torment. They stayed there until both were being lulled to sleep by the soft music. So they left, silently agreeing to meet again. Draco made his way back to his rooms and quickly got into his bed. Thinking back over his time with Harry, he quickly drifted off to sleep, a small smile gracing his lips. Unbeknownst to him, Harry was sleeping peacefully for the first time in months all thanks to that strand of hope that had somehow weaved its way into his melody.

A/N: Okay so this is the second chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it! R&R! Thanks!