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Chapter 5
Draco woke up to his growling stomach. It was an odd feeling as he never reached this point of hunger before. He was always fed before he could get hungry. Draco heard someone snoring beside him and quickly turned his head to see who it was and blushed furiously as he realized Potter was still holding his hand and the events from earlier flooded his mind amd he smiled contentedly to himself. Potter wasn't actually so bad and he had mad flying skills, and Draco meant it when he said mad as for a moment while they were flying he thought they were going to die. Draco felt Potter waking up beside him. Draco slowly got up from the grass, not letting go of the warm hand holding his. Potter smiled at him and before Draco could stop himself he smiled back. Potter stood up and studied Draco's face and Draco felt heat on his face and wished he wasn't blushing as much as he felt.
"Let's go and eat." Potter said cheerfully and Draco only nodded.
Kreacher, the house elf, prepared them a meal of stew and bread. Draco was quite surprised not to have at least a four course meal which he was accustomed to as they always ate in such a way in the manor but he wasn't about to refuse food at this point. They ate in silence but it wasn't, for the first time, a cold kind of silence, it was comfortable and no words needed to be spoken. As Draco was eating the remains of his stew, he felt Potter staring at him. He looked up and sure enough, Potter was staring.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked without the coldness he intended.
"Call me, Harry." Potter said nicely, as always. Draco was surprised. Why would Potter want him to call him Harry instead of Potter? They weren't friends or anything.
"But you don't go holding hands with your enemies or acquaintances, do you?" a small voice in his head said mockingly.
"Shut up!" Draco hissed in his head.
"Um, Malfoy?" Potter said with concern. Draco looked at Potter and asked "Why?"
Potter looked at him, as though he was trying to figure out an antidote to cancer or something. "Uh, 'cause friends don't call each other by their last names." Potter said, a bit unsure of himself. Draco didn't know how to react. Were they actually friends? Draco was surprised when Potter's hand held his and Potter looked as though he was about to cry.
"Are we not friends, Draco?" he asked without the usual flicker in his eyes. Draco felt a chill when Potter called him by his first name. It filled him with elation he couldn't understand. Without him realizing he intertwined their fingers and smiled. He saw Potte- Harry lighten up. He also felt very happy but the happiness left him as sudden as it came when Harry let go of his hand and stood up. Was this a prank? Was Harry messing with him? Were they not actually friends. Draco felt the sting of tears which threatened to spill but before he could shed a tear he felt arms around him. He looked up and found Harry hugging him. He felt so relieved and almost felt silly for thinking Harry was messing with him.
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