A/N: I sincerely apologize for the horrible formatting errors that happened here. I fixed it as soon as I heard. Hope you all enjoy.

Are You Mine? (part 1)

After dinner Harry and Draco both went to bed without speaking further. The next week until school started again was very quiet. They ate breakfast and dinner without uttering a single word to each other, and the conversations they were nothing more than small talk. This was especially awkward since they did not waver in how much time they spent together. It was frustrating, but exciting at the same time.

Harry never thought that he would see Draco Malfoy blush in his lifetime. But here it was. Not only once, but four times today. Harry returned the favour against his will, although he couldn't exactly complain. He would live the rest of his life with a face as red as a quaffle if that meant he could see the breath-taking shy smile it caused.

Harry had no idea where they stood. The only thing he knew was that Draco wasn't repulsed by the idea of Harry liking him, which was shocking. Also, Draco didn't laugh. He never laughed. He knew for a while now. Which means that however Draco was acting before was while knowing that Harry had a crush on him. Harry was having a really hard time wrapping his head around this. Mostly because he didn't want to allow himself to come to the obvious conclusion, in case it wasn't true. He didn't want to get his hopes up just to have them shattered, along with his favourite friendship. Harry continued the train of thought he was having before interrupting himself. Draco knew Harry had a crush on him. He never acted strange or creeped out about it or anything. Then out after Harry was staring at him in what he had thought was a subtle manner, he casually asked him why he never told him. Not whether he had a crush on him, not why he had it. Meaning that Draco wanted him to tell him before. And now he was blushing every time their eyes met. Harry's frown broke for the first time in a while as his mind lingered on the image of Draco blushing for him.

Unless this was an extremely elaborate prank that he had been cultivating ever since they met, calculating every move to eventually lead to Harry's ultimate humiliation, it did in fact seem that there could be a slight possibility that Draco might like Harry.

Draco.

Might.

Like.

Harry.

This idea silenced his brain until Trelawney's breathy voice was in his ear, yelling at him for not paying attention. His epiphany hid in the back of his brain, sending flutters of butterflies to his stomach every time Harry peeked at it.

Draco was making birds out of paper and making them fly around the classroom, trying to see how far he could get them until Trelawney noticed. Harry loved when he did this. To Draco, this was one of those tiny, random things in life that give you pure pleasure. Harry loved the way his eyes lit up mischievously and the corners of his mouth turned upwards, the right side a bit more than the left. The bird made it twice around the large, obstacle filled classroom before Trelawney snapped out of her trance. She gave him detention after school without thinking twice, and deducted twenty points from Slytherin for disrespecting Professors and disrupting class. She looked at Harry as if noticing him for the first time since scolding him, and told him that he had detention as well. Draco looked at Harry and laughed. Even though Harry barely ever really misbehaved, they often got detention together. Harry smiled at him and looked down, shaking his head slightly, amused at how different they were.

The afternoon's detention was quite productive. They were told to clean some of the classrooms near the Ravenclaw tower. Draco initiated their first real conversation since Christmas day, about how stuck up Ravenclaws could be. Harry laughed and said there was an annoying trait to each of the houses. Draco challenged himself to think up more than one for each of them, including their own.

"I must say, Slytherins can be extremely stuck up as well, with the whole 'pureblood' thing going on," he said. This surprised Harry. Draco had always seemed quite proud of being a pureblood himself. He commented on that.

"I thought you knew me so well. Looks like there are some things even the great Harry Potter can't observe," he drawled. He rarely used Harry's first name. Harry liked when he did.

"It was all my father really," he said, more seriously. "He's been indoctrinating me with all that since I was born. You probably realised that much." Harry nodded, turning to dust a table closer to Draco.

"All the old Slytherin ideas; pureblood royal, the dark arts and all that jazz, and I've been going along with it. I didn't really know better. He is my father after all. You always believe what your father says at first. He's kind of like god." Draco knew Harry well enough by now that he didn't feel uncomfortable talking about having a father, knew that the only time it would bother him is if he mentioned James Potter, or showed any sign of sympathy. He continued again, dusting a little closer to Harry. "I probably would have still believed it all if I hadn't become friends with you, Harry."

Harry's heart was beating quite loudly. Their elbows touched. Harry looked up at Draco's face. He seemed to be concentrating hard. He was frowning; two tiny lines were curved between his eyebrows. They went away when he looked at Harry. Harry swallowed hard.

"So thanks," Draco said finally, and carried on dusting.

"Glad to help," Harry replied, slightly breathless, and followed his best friend's lead.

The next day they had a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. Since this house's talents lay more in intelligence than in athleticism, together with the fact that Slytherin had the best keeper and seeker to date, it was a game easily won. The points stood at 40-150 even before the Snitch was caught.

Harry and Draco celebrated as usual by going down to the lake. Even though they were the star players, both of them disliked crowds, let alone mobs of fans. Perks of being a Slytherin, though: nobody followed them to their spot unless they had permission, which they didn't.

Draco's hair was messy and sweaty again. Despite this his green Quidditch robes had barely wrinkled. He always looked as if there has never been a speck of dirt on him. Messy hair really suited Draco.

"You stare at me a lot," Draco smirked.

"I'll stop staring when you stop being beautiful," Harry said quickly. Clumsily. His face betrayed him and turned a shocking hue of pink. He fixed his eyes on the lake and locked his jaw to prevent himself from saying anything else he might regret.

Well, he didn't exactly regret it, but he was embarrassed.

Draco laughed, face turned up to the clear sky, and lay down on the grass, his arms crossed behind his head. "You're cute, Potter." It was far from an insult, but not exactly a compliment either. Almost patronizing, but affectionate.

"Thanks," he mumbled in reply. He lay down similarly to Draco, and watched the sky with him. He almost fell asleep, but his favourite voice sounding in his ear prevented that.

"I hate when the sky is like this," it said. "Blue and cloudless?" Harry asked. He craned his neck to see the blonde head nod. "Me too."

"It's boring. There's nothing to look at. Just blue. No personality."

"Are we back to describing Ravenclaws again?" Harry joked. "Nah, I'm kidding. I know a bunch of really cool Ravenclaws from Herbology. Pretty ones too. Like Cho."

"Whatever flies your Hippogriff, Potter," Draco laughed tightly. Harry saw something flash in his grey eyes.

"Jealous, Malfoy?" Harry taunted him. Draco punched him and laughed again, more sincerely this time.

"Of what?" Draco must have seen in Harry's eyes that he definitely did not have to be jealous of Cho Chang, because his sharp features had softened.

"Nothing," Harry said nevertheless, smiling to himself. They kept eye contact and for the second time in two days, Harry thought Draco was going to kiss him. For the second time in two days, he was disappointed.

Draco got up, shook the grass off of himself and waited for Harry to do the same.

"Let's go change out of these sweaty old robes," he said. Harry got up as well and followed him back to the dungeons.