A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this but I have just finished all my work, thank you to all those that have given me suggestions on how to improve this, please tell me if I am managing to do so, changes will probably be starting to be made after this chapter as I wrote this before I read the reviews.

Song: Crush


"Pass it over." Ron called to his brother George as they flew though the air on the brooms in the field that they had set up as a small Quidditch pitch just big enough for a four a side game, however as there was only four of them the game two aside. Ron and George were on one team and Ginny and Harry were on the other. The day had dawned bright and clear, the cold air whipped around their exhilarated faces as they flew this way and that.

"Got it." Ginny said grinning as she caught the quaffle in mid air as it travelled towards Ron's our stretched arms.

"Hey!" George said in protest before he started chasing Ginny as she shot to the other side of the pitch intent on scoring another goal for their team.

They had been playing for the past half an hour; Draco was sitting on his bed in his and Harry's room looking outside and watching the game being played, he felt a pang of jealousy as Ginny scored a goal and Harry congratulated her by putting his arms around her and giving her a hug. Draco didn't know why he was feeling jealous, he had no reason to be, Harry and him were just friends. These were the things that Draco had tried to tell himself, but it wasn't working; there was no way denying that he had fallen for the raven haired boy, fallen hard and fast. Draco groaned, why did it have to be him, anyone else would have been fine, but Harry the one he had been enemies with from their first year, why?

He looked outside again, the scene had changed, the four people on brooms had dismounted and were now walking towards the front door of the burrow. Draco looked at the time on his watch, it was half one, that must mean that it was time for lunch in the Weasley house. Draco heaved himself off of the bed and traipsed downstairs. It wasn't as if the Weasley's were being rude to him, quite the opposite actually, they were being pleasant to him. Mrs. Weasley was giving him extra food, something that his parents had never let the house elves do, because she thought that he was a little too thin. Mr. Weasley, though not there a lot of the time asked after his father's well being, and though a misguided question considering their past it was still a nice gesture. The Weasley children acknowledged his existence even if they didn't talk explicitly to him. Despite this Draco still felt awkward, though he realised this was probably his fault because he felt guilty at being so horrible to this family throughout the years and yet they were able to put all this behind them and welcome him into their home. Had Harry tampered with their memories too? Draco had to stifle a laugh at the thought before he sat down and started eating his generous helping of food, there was one thing that Draco could never deny and that was that Mrs. Weasley was the best cook he had ever met.

"What's this I see, mum are you still taking stray children off the streets and welcoming them into your home?" A deep amused male voice sounded from the doorway of the kitchen. Everyone looked over to be met with the light blue eyes of the second oldest Weasley son standing tall and broad in the doorway.

"Charlie!" The red heads exclaimed, Mrs. Weasley went over and hugged her son. "Come in, just in time for lunch." She laid a plate of food down in front of Charlie who started eating it.

"I can't believe that you cut your hair?" Ginny moaned looking at Charlie's hair that hovered just above Charlie's jaw line, it was brilliantly red and his face was freckly like his brothers. The one difference was that Charlie was both tall and bulky from years of taming dragons, his body held the scars of doing so too Draco realised as he noticed a large burn scar running along the length of Charlie's hand.

"Sorry Gin, I had to; it got singed by Norbert when was playing up." Charlie said between mouthfuls of food.

"How is Norbert?" Ron asked, they hadn't heard much about the once pet of Hagrid's, loved by him feared by the rest of them.

"She's good, has a few younger ones running around now."

"Norbert's a girl" Ron exclaimed shocked.

"Yeah, she is, and a beauty at that." Both Harry and Ron looked at one another trying not to laugh as fresh memories of Hagrid came to mind with him babying the little dragon. Draco sat there looking confused, for some reason the name Norbert rang a bell, but he couldn't place it.

"What is that? Who's Norbert?" Mrs. Weasley asked sitting down with the rest of the family. Harry and Ron looked at each other quickly before starting to eat as fast as they could to try and leave the room before the story of Norbert, that they had yet to tell Molly, was to come out.

"Mother how could you not know." George said perking up and grinning wickedly at his brother who gave him a death glare. "It is a wonderful story and explains both why Ron has a nasty looking scar on his hand and why Hermione's record is not as clean as she would like it to be." Mrs. Weasley looked confused, George was about to continue when Draco interrupted suddenly catching onto what they were talking about.

"Norbert is that dragon that you and Hermione smuggled out of school for Hagrid." Ron and Harry both turned to glare at Draco who froze. 'Shit maybe I should not have said that'.

"Dragon!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "Ronald Weasley explain yourself now!"

"I didn't do it mum Hermione and Harry did, I was in the hospital wing." Ron moaned.

"Yeah with a poisonous dragon bite." George muttered, bringing Mrs. Weasley's temper on to him.

"You knew and you never told me! I can't believe my children are so irresponsible. And you" She turned to Charlie who despite being much older than the others cowered at her glare." How could you have let them do such a thing, smuggle a Dragon out of school, they could have been expelled, what were you thinking."

"I was doing it as a favour to Hagrid he couldn't keep it in his hut."Charlie defended himself.

"And if there is anyone to blame it should be Malfoy there." Ron said pointing an accusing finger in Draco's direction, who turned ghostly white. "He was the one that nearly got us caught, if it wasn't for him then Hermione and Harry wouldn't have even got detention."

"That oaf shouldn't have had a dragon in the first place." Draco retorted angrily glaring at Ron.

"Who are you calling an oaf Death Eater?" Ron shouted pushing his chair away from the table and standing up.

"Don't call me that." Draco growled standing up as well and leaning forward over the table towards Ron.

"And what are you going to do if I do huh?" Ron said reaching for his wand.

"Stop!" Harry shouted standing up and bringing the attention of everyone in the room towards him. "Look, Draco is here as my friend I don't want any accusations, however true, to be made towards him got it. And Draco stop picking a fight." Both Draco and Ron nodded in agreement still glaring at each other. "And if there is anyone you should really blame its Voldemort, he was the one who gave the egg to Hagrid in the first place." Harry said sitting down once everyone else had taken their places again, his words causing the others to laugh slightly.

The rest of the day passed easily Draco was goaded into playing a game of three aside Quidditch with Harry, Ginny and himself on one team. Draco was amazed at how well he and Harry were working together, was this what it was going to be like when they were on the team together? When they finally got bored of playing they retired to their own activities.


"Come on just come it will be fun." Harry said to Draco who was sitting on his bed sneering.

"I will stay in this house, I will be civil to the Weasley's, but I refuse to go and spend time in a muggle pub." Draco said crossing his arms.

"Fine stay here." Harry said storming out of the room and into the bathroom to take a shower before he went out leaving Draco sitting on the bed pouting. A few minutes later Harry came back his hair dripping wet a towel wrapped around his waist, Draco looked up from the book that he was reading.

"Where is it, where is it!" Harry muttered searching through his magically enlarged backpack for something looking slightly enraged.

"What are you looking for?" Draco asked standing up.

"My wallet, it has my muggle ID in it." Harry said turning to look in the bed side table. "Damn, where is it!"

"Why do you need it?"

"Ron wants to make a copy for himself and he needs to know what one looks like." Harry explained now going though his pile of clothes that was on the floor, yes he was as messy and his hair suggested.

"Why does Weasley want to make a copy?" Draco asked joining the search.

"We need it to prove we are over eighteen."

"Eighteen?" Draco said confused. "Why eighteen?"

"In the muggle world that is when you become of age, ah got it." Harry said straightening up holding his wallet.

"Oh so that's what a wallet is?" Draco asked looking at it in slight amazement.

"Don't you know what one is?"

"Nope. What does it do?"

"It holds muggle money, and cards, muggles don't just use coins like us they have notes too, see." Harry explained pulling out a twenty pound note and showing it to Draco. "And this holds credit cards which are plastic things that allow muggles to get money out of banks without going there and also ID's which show people who you are."

"I know what an ID is Harry I'm not dumb." Draco snapped icily at Harry, who blushed slightly.

"Sorry I forgot they have ID's in the Wizading world too."

"This better than carrying around a pouch full of heavy coins, muggles are ingenious actually." Draco said turning the small leather wallet over in his hand and admiring it.

"Yeah, you should give them a chance sometimes." Harry said laughing at the look of outrage on Draco's face.

"Just because I like what they have created to make their lives easier without magic does not mean that I want to go and join them." Draco said sneering and pushing the wallet towards Harry's chest, catching a touch of warm wet skin under his fingers. Draco halted not pulling his had away transfixed on where he had touched Harry's warm skin. Draco brought his free hand up to run his fingers down the side of Harry's chest that was still damp from the shower he had moments before. Harry breathed in sharply at the touch just realising how close the two of them were.

"Draco I..." Harry tried to say before Draco caught his lips and kissed him. Harry melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist; who dropped the wallet and put his arms around Harry's neck running his hands though his wet hair. Harry moaned into the kiss, and backed them up so that he had Draco pushed up against the post of the bunk beds. Harry broke away from the kiss and proceeded to kiss his way from Draco's ear and along his jaw line. Draco moaned as Harry bit lightly on his neck.

"Harry?" Came a female voice from outside the door. Harry short away from Draco who looked slightly dishevelled from the kiss just in time for Ginny to enter the room. "Harry you ready to go?" She looked between Harry and Draco her face frowning slightly.

"Nearly, just let me get dressed." Harry said quickly grapping some random clothes off the floor.

"Okay." Ginny said shrugging before she left.

Harry turned away from Draco who proceeded to hide himself behind his book as Harry changed. Draco tried to read his book but jealous feelings were flowing though him, images of how she had greeted Harry yesterday, of the way they were during the game of Quidditch, Draco couldn't help but feeling as if there was something going on with them still, but was it any of his business really, he wasn't with Harry was he? But he didn't want anyone else to be with Harry either. Draco did the only thing that he could think of doing without asking Harry straight if he was still which Ginny. "Ginny's nice." Draco said casually from where he was sitting on the bed, 'I sound like some jealous gril!'.

"Yeah she's great." Harry said not really listening searching for his shirt instead of the one of Draco's that he had tried to put on before realising, blushing and then taking it off hoping the blonde hadn't noticed him sniff the sweet scent of expensive cologne that could only belong to Draco.

"Pretty isn't she?" Draco said trying to sound uncaring but dreading the answer.

"Yeah she is." Harry said pulling on the shirt and grabbing his wallet from its fallen place on the floor. "You coming?"

"No, don't worry, have fun with the Weaslett." Draco said turning his gaze away from Harry's and glaring at the words on the pages.

"Fine see you later." Harry said before leaving Draco who was seething.

'How dare he kiss me like that then go off with that little bitch, he even thinks she's pretty!' Draco's mind screamed to him as he heard the front door slam shut. He knew he shouldn't be upset but he was annoyed at being interrupted, and what was going on anyway? He and Harry kissing! Should he tell Harry that he felt the Gryffindor was more than a friend? Draco decided to go out for a walk to clear his head; he grabbed his coat and walked out of the empty house and out into the dark snowy night.

Music started in the background as Draco walked along the road alone.

'You know everything that I'm afraid of
You do everything I wish I did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you.

Snow started falling Draco pulled up his hood and pushed his hands deeper into his pockets.

'I know i should tell you how i fell
I wish everyone would disappear
Every time time you call me, I'm too scared to be me
And I'm too shy to say'

'Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you'

'You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
And sometimes you tell me thing that i don't want to know
I just want to hold you'

Draco stopped and looked in at the window of the muggle village pub, there was Harry with his friends smiling.

'And you say exactly how you feel about her
And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way'

'Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you'

Draco stopped at the door debating whether he should go in or not looking up to the heavens and watching the snow fall.

'Ooh, I wish i could tell somebody
But there's no one to talk to, nobody knows
I've got a crush on you
A crush on you, I got a crush

You say everything that no one says
But i feel everything that you're afraid to feel
I will always want you, I will always love you
I've got a crush...'

The music faded away leaving Draco in the snowy night humming the last few bars of the song.

"Malfoy what are you doing?" A voice said from the doorway of the pub. Draco's head snapped round as he saw Ron standing in the doorway arms folded a look on his face that was a mix between a grin and confusion.

"Nothing." Draco said quickly. 'Why do I get the most girly song and then get caught humming it by this brainless Weasley, someone must hate me up there!'

"You coming in then?"

"Are you inviting me in Weasley?" Draco sneered. Malfoy's were not given permission to enter by others.

"Nope, I was just on my way to the loo when I saw your sorry arse out here, I thought I would be nice as you and Harry are hanging out but I guess niceness is just wasted on you Malfoy isn't it." Ron said snidely back to Draco.

"What's that meant to mean Weasley?"

"I'm just wondering why Harry feels the need to be nice to you."

"Maybe he's just realised that you are a brainless twerp and will never change and Granger is much too much of a goody goody to have fun with."

"Why you son of a bitch, we welcome you into our home for Christmas no less and all you can do is insult us." Ron said take a few steps forward to Draco. "You are nothing but an ungrateful little spoil Death Eater brat! I don't even know why Harry feels sorry for you."

Draco was lost for words, was that all that this was? Did Harry just feel sorry for him? Sadness was then pushed aside by anger at these words. Fine if Harry was sorry for Draco then what was the point of even being here, why did he even come down to pub to talk to Harry?

"Whatever Weasley." Draco spat before turning on his heel and walking further into the muggle town. Draco didn't know where he was headed he just needed a drink or something, there it was one of those shopping places with everything you wanted under one roof. Draco walked into the small corner shop with the crisp twenty pound note in his hand that Harry had handed to him earlier, this should buy him what he wanted.


Ron came back from the bathroom in the pub looking smug, Harry turned to his friend noticing his change in mood. "What's gotten into you?" Harry asked handing Ron and fresh beer as the meal arrived.

"Malfoy." Ron said smugly tucking into his food.

"What about him." Harry asked looking round the pub slightly worried.

"I just gave him a piece of my mind that little brat."

Harrys worry escalated. "What did you say?"

"Not much, just told him that he was an ungrateful little spoil Death Eater brat, and that I didn't know why you felt sorry for him. Which is a point, why do you feel sorry for him?" Before Harry could answer he had shot up off his seat ignoring his plate of untouched food and ran out of the pub without as much as a coat on over his thin sweater. "What was that about?" Ron asked looking confused at the others.

"You are so thick." George said shaking his head at it younger brother.

"You idiot." Ginny agreed slapping him on the back of the head.

"Ouch! What did I do?" Ron complained rubbing the place where Ginny had hit him.

"Harry is not doing this just because he feels sorry for Malfoy, if that was it he would not have spent the past week with him taking him both to his muggle family and to ours." George explained as Ron looked incredulous at his words.

"So why is Harry doing it?" He asked stupidly.

"I think he and Malfoy are really friends."

"Or more." Ginny cut in smirking.

"What!"

"When I went to find Harry earlier to see if he was ready to go both of them looked well thoroughly shagged actually." Ginny said going slightly red at the memory of the two boys with swollen lips, dazed expressions and tousled hair. The other four boys sitting at the table just stared at her gobsmacked.

"And you don't care that your ex is now attracted to guys?" George asked.

"Not really, Harry and I are my like brother and sister now, and it wasn't like I didn't think there was something else there, the way he followed Malfoy around in sixth year, bordering on stalker really." Ginny said before taking a bite of her food.

The boys lapsed into a shocked silence again as Ginny continued to eat, maybe she should come out with shocking news every time her brothers and their never ending talk was annoying her, it seemed to work wonders. That was until Ron's fish impression was able to produce words. "MALFOY!"


'Where is he?' Harry thought as he jogged though the muggle streets looking for Draco. He decided that he should look for Draco around the small village, even though it was unlikely that Draco would be around here anymore he could have easily disappeared away, why would he stay here? Harry knew Draco well enough to know that he would have taken offence to what Ron had said about Harry only being nice to Draco because he felt sorry for him, and that was far from the truth; Harry had found he was starting to feel deeply for the blonde boy. 'I can't keep that kiss out of my head!' He thought as he searched the crowd of people moving from door to door Christmas carolling.

"And do you know what he did then." Said a very slurred male voice; Harry turned towards it's sound and saw Draco sitting on the back of a bench with a small crowd of slightly scared looking young Christmas carollers all watching as Draco swayed from side to side with a nearly empty bottle of whisky in his hand. "He said she was pretty." Draco hiccupped and took another large sip of the amber liquid. "Pretty!" Draco shouted causing the crowd of young children to take a step back. "That would have been fine if it was anyone else, but her; the Weaslett! His ex! What does that mean? He still likes her? That I'm nothing? And then I find out he's just being nice to me because he feels sorry! Fucking sorry!" Draco roared. "That's all I am a pity fuck! And I'll tell you another thing..." Draco said leaning closer to the crowd of people as if he was telling them some private information, made less private by the way he proceeded to yell the information at them. "I have found him attractive since third year but did I do anything, nope!" He shook his head sadly. "He hated me, and I took it, I took the hexes and the arguments because I thought there might be something better under there. Then when I thought that he had found some way to like me, I find out it is nothing but pity, just because my father is in Azkaban and my mother fucked off to France without me, and there is no one at Hogwarts that likes me because I am a traitor on both sides of the war." Draco drank more of the whisky.

"But you wouldn't know anything about that would you, you are just a load of muggles with no idea what magic or anything else from my world is, you are the lucky ones with no idea about who Harry fucking Potter is, that's a better life one without him, scarhead, the golden pounce." Draco held his bottle up to the snowy sky as if saluting it, in the process managing to lose his balance and unseat himself off the back of the bench, the children stepped forward slowly and cautiously towards the fallen figure on the floor. "I'm up." Draco shouted triumphantly jumping up and swaying causing the children to jump away from him in fright.

Harry rolled his eyes, he had had enough of this he needed to get Draco out of the public before he revealed their world to the muggles, or managed to get himself arrested for being drunk and disorderly. "Draco, do you think we should be going." Harry said pushing his way through the crowd of children.

"You!" Draco shouted pointing his bottle at Harry accusingly. "Harry fucking Potter himself! You led me on, thinking you were so nice and sexy and...nice, yet you were just teasing me to make fun of me behind my back."

"Draco I never did any of that." Harry said holding his hands up in surrender. "Look come with me and I'll explain everything to you okay."

Draco glared drunkenly at Harry for a few moments before walking forward and past Harry. "Fine but I will lead the way!" He walked purposefully down the street before falling flat on his face.

Harry had to resist the urge to laugh as he saw the usually composed blonde Malfoy fall down flat on his face, he ran forward and helped Draco up, slinging Draco's arm around his shoulder and starting to walk along the street supporting Draco. "What am I going to do with you?" Harry muttered shaking his head trying to resist the urge to laugh.

"Shall I tell you why I hate you Potter." Draco slurred holding his now empty bottle of whisky in his hand currently not gripping Harry's shoulder for support.

"Go on then." Harry said rolling his eyes as they proceeded to walk through the village and up the hill to the burrow.

"Fine then I will tell you, but you aren't going to like it." Draco proceeded to tell Harry everything that he hated about him, Harry listened as he half carried Draco back to the burrow.

"And" Draco said as Harry led the stumbling boy into the Weasley's kitchen."I hate you because I care what you think, and I can't get you out of my mind, and I hate you because I know you will never like me like I like you because you still like the Weasley girl." Harry let go of Draco when they reached their room and shut the door behind them as Draco slurred slumping down onto the floor leaning against the bed. "I've tried to stop it I have. I know it's not normal to have feeling for your rival but for some reason I do." Draco groaned and hid his hands in his face. Harry watched the conflicted boy for a few moments before coming over and sitting next to Draco.

"Draco." Harry said softly looking at the wall opposite. "I don't like Ginny, she and I are just friends. When I said that she was pretty I wasn't really listening and I do think she is pretty but I'm not attracted to her anymore, it's like how I know that Hermione is pretty but I would never start a relationship with her."

"Like you would be able to, Weasley would kick the shit out of you." Draco mumbled into his hands causing Harry to laugh slightly.

"Yeah he probably would." Harry paused and looked at Draco as he continued. "As for me, I didn't realise that you had those feelings, and I never tried to lead you on because I think I have feeling for you too, I think I have had them for a while but I never noticed what they really were." Draco took his face out of his hands and looked at Harry blinking as if he had just woken up from a dream. "I like you a lot Draco, I don't know when it started but I know I like you more than a friend and I also know I've never felt for anyone the way I feel for you, not even Ginny." Draco continued to look at Harry dumfounded, Harry fidgeted under Draco's hard stare not too sure what the next move was. "And I think you really scared those kids out there." Harry said before breaking down into laughter at the memory of the petrified faces.

"Oh shit I did didn't I." Draco said eyes widening in realisation before he put his head into his hands again. "I nearly revealed our world. Crap." Harry continued to laugh slumping against the bed in his fit of laughter at Draco's stupidity. "Shut up Potter." Draco snapped.

"Make me." Harry said between laughs.

"Fine I will." Draco slurred leaning over Harry and placing his lips on the other boys causing Harry's laughter to subside as Draco deepened the kiss.

"Draco." Harry said pulling away gasping for breath the taste of whisky from Draco still fresh in his mouth. "I think we should get you to bed."

"Only if you are coming with me." Draco said smiling cheekily at Harry who smiled.

"See if you can get up to the top bunk I don't like being bottom." Harry said climbing up the ladder to the top bunk.

Draco smiled drunkenly. "Fine but I only bottom for you Potter." He started to climb up nearly falling off and only managing to stay on the first step of the ladder by holding on tightly and concentrating everything he had on not falling off.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked watching a drunk Draco attempt to climb the ladder before he realised what Draco was referring too. Harry blushed deep red and gave Draco his hand so as to pull him onto the bed. "That's not what I meant." He mumbled.

"It's what I meant though." Draco said trying to pull off his shirt and getting it stuck on his head, he struggled with it before Harry gave in and proceeded to help Draco undress who was now lying on the bed half asleep.

"This is the second time that I had to undress you whilst unconscious you know." Harry said grinning as Draco mumbled into the pillow not fully awake and very incoherent. Harry undressed for bed and snuggled up next to the blonde boy in the small cramped single bed, he laid his head on Draco's chest and was lulled to sleep by the gentle sound of Draco's heartbeat and breathing half whishing that this moment could last forever.