Hello! Here's Chapter 14, on schedule! I am now running low on chapters though, so I won't be updating on Monday...

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Draco Malfoy hated Ron Weasley. Just when he was coping with spending practically every waking minute with the twat, he had to remind him of that. Draco did what he had taken to doing a while ago. He headed out to his favourite tree in the grounds, which overlooked the Black Lake, and when the sunset was over it, the rays glinted off of the water, which made Draco forget about whatever horrors might be lurking in there. Draco sat down in the grass and leaned against the tree. He took a few deep breaths and let his anger at Ron simmer away.

"Malfoy?" a voice from behind asked.

"Go away," Draco said, not looking to see who it was.

Harry was in shock. He had come outside to watch the sunset by his favourite tree and found someone else sitting there. And not just anybody. He was now left with the options of leaving or sitting and watching the sunset with Draco. There wasn't any competition, really.

He sat down in a still sunny spot near the tree.

Draco turned his head to see the intruder, "Potter. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Your friend being an insensitive wart."

"I'm going to take a wild guess, Ron said something stupid?"

Draco shrugged. "Not stupid, I suppose. He just reminded me of things that I want to forget."

Harry knew immediately what he was referring to.

"I don't think any less of you for it, if that's any consolation," Harry said, trying to choose his words carefully.

"Thank goodness," Draco replied, sarcastically.

"You don't have to be rude. I'm trying to make you feel better."

"I'm just kidding. I appreciate that someone doesn't think I'm scum," Draco said, somewhat grudgingly.

Harry didn't know what to say. He drummed his fingers on the ground, waiting for the tension to break. Draco wasn't saying anything. Harry took matters into his own hands.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"What?"

"The sunset. The lake."

Draco looked taken aback. "Potter, are we really going to sit here talking about the scenery?"

"What else do you suggest we do?" Harry asked, trying desperately not to make that sound suggestive.

"Well, why don't you go away, so I can enjoy myself in peace. I was here first."

"No. I came here to watch the sunset."

"Then sit down and watch it, and don't annoy me with your inane chatter."

Harry shut up and twiddled his thumbs, gazing out at the sun. The cool evening breeze, the sudden silence; in any other circumstances, it was hopelessly romantic. Harry spotted Draco's hand lying dangerously close to his. Well, in Harry's opinion. His hand started to creep towards the other boy's, to grab it. Harry stopped himself quickly before they made contact. Bad Harry, he chided himself.

Draco was completely oblivious to the previous turn of events, and sat gazing up at the sun, the warmth on his face. After a few moments, he had forgotten why he had come here in the first place, which obviously meant that The Spot by the Tree had done its job. He turned his head and saw Potter looking more content than Draco had possibly ever looked. He wondered if that was just his personality, or whether the Spot by the Tree worked for everyone. Draco revelled in the fact that Potter wasn't talking and grudgingly realised that he wasn't as annoyed with his presence as he should be. In fact, not being alone seemed to be a comforting influence, as Draco spent most of his time on his own, because his friends often out and about. Or asleep, in the case of Goyle. Draco smiled to himself and was very glad Potter couldn't read minds and know that Draco didn't find him so terrible.

Harry noticed the little smile Draco wore. He couldn't help but hope it had something to do with him. Draco was certainly responsible for the smile on Harry's face. This was the longest time they'd ever spent together, and even though they weren't saying anything, Harry felt as happy as he would have if they'd just had an hour long conversation. Both of them were blissfully unaware that they were being watched.

...

"Ow!" Ginny hissed.

"I'm sorry!" Hermione muttered.

The two girls were squashed together in a bush, spying on Harry and Draco, getting as close as they could, but not so close that they were found. The optimum spot turned out to be incredibly cramped, and not large enough so they could both stand and watch at the same turn. They stood back to back, and took it in turns, to peer through the gaps in the leaves and inform the other of what happened. Hermione had just turned around for her turn to look, but had tripped over a rather large leafy twig, and nearly fell over, grabbing hold of Ginny to keep herself upright, accidentally digging her nails in. Hermione righted herself, and after glaring at the offending piece of foliage, went back to watching the boys.

"What's going on? Have they started kissing yet? Ginny whispered.

"No. They don't seem to be talking at all. They're just sitting there."

"Thank Merlin. If they start kissing, we are swapping."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, at the moment they're showing no signs of kissing. I saw Harry nearly go for hand holding earlier, but he chickened out."

"Wuss," Ginny giggled, "Remember when he kissed me for the first time? Do you reckon he's waiting for a big audience for this as well?"

"No, I think the thing with you was a spur of the moment thing, his face afterwards was priceless. I also think that Harry would want this relationship to be more private. If he was going to make a move, it would be at a time like this."

Hermione's words had an immediate effect on Ginny, who quickly spun around to trade places with Hermione.

"My turn to watch!" she said quickly.

"I didn't mean now-"

Hermione was cut off, and Ginny's foot made contact with the large leafy twig that had attacked Hermione, but this time it had gotten more cunning, and Ginny wasn't able to steady herself. Instead, she toppled over bringing Hermione with her.

...

"What the hell was that?" Draco jumped out of his skin after hearing a nearby rustling of leaves, followed by a thump and someone saying 'Oof!'

Harry was on his feet, wand drawn. After years of having someone try to kill him, his senses had become heightened, and he could prepare to defend himself at record time. McGonagall had praised him for this, and commented that these skills would be indubitably valuable if he continued to try to become an Auror.

"Who's there?" he demanded. "Show yourself."

...

"Don't. Make. A. Sound," Hermione breathed.

"You're squashing me!"Ginny replied, her voice below a whisper.

"Do you want to be discovered? Do you want them to know we've been spying?"

Ginny didn't reply, and instead focused on making sure she stayed quiet, and didn't make any more noise, despite the fact that Hermione had fallen on her.

...

Draco sighed. Potter had gone into a fighting stance and was surveying the area. If Draco had ever wanted to know what he'd look like whilst doing Auror work, now was the time.

"It was probably just the Whomping Willow or something," Draco said, thoroughly annoyed that his peace had been shattered.

"No, I heard people's voices," Harry insisted.

"Maybe they're just here for, ahem, personal reasons. Entirely innocent intentions. Well, maybe not entirely innocent intentions..."

"Please shut up Malfoy."

"Since you asked so nicely."

...

Hermione and Ginny held their breath as Harry walked right past the bush where they were concealed. He was so close, they could see the flecks of silver in his grey irises.

Thankfully, he passed them. Both girls let out a sigh of relief.

"You may have been right. There's no-one here," they heard Harry say.

"I told you so, Potter."

"Shut up."

"You."

Then, without saying anything of the sort to each other, they both automatically started walking back towards the castle, bickering the whole way. Ginny grinned up at Hermione.

"How cute, young love," she smiled. Then the smile disappeared. "Now can you please get the hell off me."

Hermione struggled to her feet, and pulled Ginny up afterwards. They crawled out of the bush which was more difficult than getting in there in the first place. By the time they were both out, Harry and Draco were nowhere to be seen.

"You don't suppose they've gone to kiss somewhere else?" Ginny asked.

"I doubt that Ginny. They're still in the other's body, bear that in mind. Would they really want to kiss themselves?"

"I wouldn't put it past Malfoy."

"Good point. Maybe we should keep an eye on them. Just in case."

Ginny grinned in response. "I really, really hope this plan works Hermione. Then we can watch all the time!"

"I hope so too, seeing as you didn't give me a chance to put my plan for you and Blaise into action," Hermione mock-glared, "And maybe not all the time, they deserve some privacy."

Ginny smiled sheepishly. "Do you reckon they'd be angry if they knew we were spying on them?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask them yourself?" came a voice from behind where the two now terrified girls stood.

They turned around. Then the usually impeccably mannered, model student Hermione said;

"Oh, arse."

ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER. Sorry.

Ok, my answer.

Well, Expelliarmus is the spell that saved the world, isn't it? That makes it the best. However, I am incredibly lazy and can never find anything, so accio would be incredibly handy as well. Also, levitation is always fun. Wingardium Leviosa! ( not Levio-sarrrr)

This chapter's question...:

What's the most important thing you've learnt from Harry Potter?

If you make me cry, you win a prize. (I don't know what yet.)