I hesitate before opening the door. Catching my breath and slowing my heart and quickly pull it open. There he stood, ragged and worn. "Not sleeping again Potter," I grumble. Happy to see him again, not so happy with his choices. "The rumors are flying you know Harry, heard about you and Ginny again." He shuffled nervously, "Just testing the waters Draco. I love you, but with your family being watched, it's my job to bring you in, and I don't want any trouble with the ministry thinking I'm playing favorites. Please bear with me until we officially clear the Malfoy name." I grunt and throw myself down on one of the leather sofas. "Whatever you say Harry." I hear him sigh and shut the door, "Draco-" "No!" I yell louder than I intended, "I love you Harry! I freaking breathe because of you! Now you have run off trying to reconnect with those we left behind. You can't. You will end up killing yourself." His face lit up, "That's why I need your help. I need you to develop a potion that will keep the drinker immortal for a limited time. That way I can walk through the gateway with no fear."

I contemplate what he is saying. I know that meeting his parents via the Resurrection Stone is what stirred this. I curse Dumbledore for giving him that. "Harry, I can make no promises about the potion, but I will try. Just, don't bring any of them back here, as much as you'll want to." Suddenly I am trapped in a hug, "Thank you baby thank you!" He then blushes and runs from the room. I spend the rest of the night pacing. I know my family name won't be cleared, but if my father has anything to do with the alleged uprising, he won't be in charge. He is too weak. I know he will at least oversee what is happening. When the sun comes up in the morning, I know it's going to be a long day.

Double potions with first year Gryffindors. As they walk in, their chatter is joyous and carefree. These kids were too young to know the finer details of the war, but no doubt they know my name. I glance in my mirror on my desk, long blonde hair falling over my face in some places. Time has definitely done my looks justice. Cautiously I check to make sure my sleeves are pulled down over my mark. The last thing I need is these kids writing home about me, or worse, asking Binns. I clear my throat to silence them, and there is a slight intake of breath. The girls are swooning and I roll my eyes, "I may be bisexual, but please girls you are half my age. Now some of those seventh years heehee," I think to myself as a survey the room. "Good morning first years. Today I will be demonstrating, Wednesday you will brew what I demonstrate. First though, I'd like to get a few things straight. I am Draco Malfoy. Yes, I was a Death Eater, yes I have killed people, no I will not harm any of you with anything more than a good arse chewing and detention. No I am not dating Harry Potter. Yes, he is watching me because I am a Malfoy. Yes, I will be absent next month for a few days when my family is due to report to the ministry. I do not appreciate being stared at with those accusing eyes. There are some of you in this room whose families I directly impacted in a bad way. Rest assured that most if not all my actions were performed in hopes to keep my family safe from Voldemort. Yes I do not fear his name. I am currently working on a few side projects, one of which is to find a cure for Frank and Alice Longbottom. Now, if there are no other questions about my past, I would like to get on with brewing a cure for boils. The recipe is on page 10, and I expect you all to take notes on the proper techniques of potion brewing." I look around the room at the stunned faces. I can already pinpoint which of these girls I will have to keep an eye on.

After making the speech countless times more, I can finally go for a walk. Dusk has fallen and the lake is still. I walk to the edge and throw in a handful of blueberries. Suddenly, this long tentacle surfaces and does a slight wave before dragging the berries down. "My old friend," I whisper at the once again still waters. I make my way back to the graveyard. A memorial from the first war and the graves of those murdered at Hogwarts surround Dumbledore's tomb. It's a dreary place, but the only place where I'm relaxed. I sit down and lean my back against Fred's tomb stone, who lays next to Tonks and Lupin. "Fred," I begin, "I'm sorry man. If you can hear me, you need to comfort your brothers. Somehow. I know you won't let death take you so easily. You're out there somewhere. Maybe not as a ghost, but the wind, or a star." I begin to doze off while talking with Tonks when I am suddenly jerked awake by approaching footsteps.

"Malfoy. Get back to the castle. I don't think these victims' families would appreciate you being anywhere near this place." Silently, I allow Harry to escort me back to the dungeons. When we get into my room, he closes the door and locks it. I look up to question him only to find his lips upon mine. I start to struggle against him, but to no avail. While he was gaining muscle, I was losing mine. He presses me up against my wardrobe and starts pulling at my shirt. I moan and remove it for him as he does his. Once again our bodies collide and the warmth of his skin balances out the cold of mine. Fire and ice. That's what we have always been. My body trembles as his hands caress my skin. I want to enjoy the moment, but I know he is just trying to convince me to work on what he wants. I give into the desire of the flesh and undo his pants. His favorite thing for me to do was blow him. I guess I figured he deserved it, because before I knew it I was on my knees pleasing him. Ever since my run-in with the darkside, I have always been the submissive one in the relationship. Harry tried to break me of it, but it never worked. His pleasure was, and is, always more important than my own. I feel his hands work their way into my hair and grab it, I brace myself for him to begin thrusting himself down my throat, but it never comes. Instead he pulls me off.

"Why did you have me stop," I ask, "Did I do something wrong?" He lets out a dark chuckle. "No dear, but I decided that we should stop before things get out of hand. Besides, I don't have any of your equipment." I shudder at the thought of the ropes and whips. I allowed Harry to "abuse me" as some would call it, in hopes of helping him relax. It seemed to work. He pulls me up to my feet and wipes my face. Gently his lips caress mine once again and he grinds against me before leaving my with a parting kiss. "See you after your hearing. Regardless of the outcome." I head to bed and sleep better than I had in a long time.