A/N: Here's more!

Harry yelped as he was yanked backwards into a classroom. He turned around, his hand going to his wand automatically, and then relaxed when he realized Draco was standing behind him, an almost chagrined expression on his face, half shy, half defiant. Having pulled him into the abandoned classroom, he didn't seem to know what to do now.

Harry grinned. That was okay. Given a hint, he could take things from here. He shrugged his shoulders to dislodge his school robes and dropped them unceremoniously at his feet with his school bag. Moving away from them, he put his arms around the Slytherin's trim waist and leaned against him a little, their breaths mingling. He smiled, "Hi. Welcome back."

Draco's lips quirked and his eyes sparkled. "Hi." He hesitated, then brought his arms up to rest them on Harry's shoulders, loosely circling his neck.

Harry's eyes softened unconsciously. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Draco's.

Draco's lips quirked again and he returned the gesture.

They stood like that for a minute, just looking at each other, brushing their lips at intervals.

Draco's arms tightened a little around his neck. In response Harry pulled him closer, wrapping his arms all the way around him in a hug. He buried his face in Draco's neck and leaned his cheek against the soft down of Draco's hair where his head was nuzzled against Harry's own neck.

Tightening the embrace a little, wrapping his arms around Draco even more securely, Harry exhaled, his entire body relaxing. Draco tightened his own hold, one hand stealing into Harry's locks, and melted into the embrace.

They stood like that for a long while, not speaking, not doing anything except hugging really. Content.

Harry was humming when he returned to the Common Room. Ron gave him a quizzical look and Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.

"Somebody's in a good mood."

Harry just grinned and tossed his robes and bag on one end of a couch and flopped on the other, stretching like a cat, contorting one way and then the other. "Have either of you seen Blaise?"

Ron shrugged. "He was here a couple of minutes ago. Dunno if he went up to his room or out though."

Harry nodded. He'd just have to catch up with the brunette later then. "And Goyle?"

Hermione gave him an exasperated look and pointed behind him. Harry twisted his torso to peek over the back of the couch. Sure enough, Goyle was sitting in the 'Slytherin' corner of the Common Room, patiently holding a bowl out for Pansy, who mumbled to herself as she pored over a book and waved her wand over the bowl at intervals. Harry raised an eyebrow at the picture they made before turning around and climbing over the back of the couch, ignoring Hermione's murmured admonishment. She always scolded for what she called his 'propensity to climb on things'. He supposed it was a left over from his Dursley days when he wasn't allowed to contaminate any of the 'good' furniture and rough housing was frowned upon even when Dudley did it. It could prove downright deadly when he indulged.

Sauntering over to the pair he peered into the bowl Goyle was holding. "What are we doing then?"

Goyle smiled up at him, his lips and teeth stained crimson. "Divining from cherry pits. Pansy even let me eat the cherries."

Ah. That explained that.

Pansy huffed. "Not cherry pits, Greg. The seeds of a fertility fruit."

Goyle hmm-ed and Harry grinned. "And what are you trying to divine exactly?"

"How many children I'm going to have. Professor Trelawney said that if I do it just right I might even be able see what they look like. That's of course to give me clues about who I'm going to have the children with."

"Of course," Harry murmured.

Pansy shot him a look but didn't comment. Goyle smiled at him again. "So what's up, Harry?"

Harry shrugged. "Nothing much I guess." He smiled, "I missed you over hol.s.. Was just wondering how they went."

Pansy's gaze was much softer when she looked at him curiously this time. Goyle smiled again and shrugged – although without jostling the bowl he was holding Harry noted in amusement. "They were good I guess. Family came to visit." He flashed Harry one of his lightening grins. "Stress free for a change."

Harry grinned. "I thought family visiting was the number one cause for stress over the holiday season."

Pansy snorted. "It is when it's my family."

Harry smiled and gestured towards the bowl. "Want me to hold that for you for a bit?"

Pansy raised an eyebrow at him.

"It looks like you've been at this a while." He looked at Goyle. "Aren't you tired yet?"

Goyle shrugged without disturbing the bowl again. "I don't mind."

Pansy pursed her lips then waved her hand at Goyle in a shooing motion. "Let him hold it for a bit, Greg. You go help Blaise look for his blasted books."

Harry snorted as he swapped places with Goyle. "He's lost them in the Grand Packing Adventure again?"

"He does every time." Then Pansy smirked as she looked back from watching Goyle disappear up the stairs to their rooms. "That's not to say that he doesn't have help sometimes."

Harry barked a laugh, settling into his seat comfortably.

That was how Draco found them when he came back to the Common Room. Harry holding the bowl of water scented with herbs, Pansy holding her wand, their heads bowed together as they both bent over the bowl where a ribbon of white mist seemed to be twisting through the cherry pips resting at the bottom.

He felt a pang go through him as he paused to watch. Harry looked so comfortable, his face alive with genuine curiosity. Whatever his beef with divination in general, he seemed to have found some interest in whatever experiment Pansy was conducting. And Pansy. The slope of her shoulders was relaxed as she bent towards Harry, the tops of their heads brushing as she murmured under her breath. She was never this at ease except when around friends, and Merlin knew there were precious few people that either of them counted in that number. He wondered if Pansy even knew she had started to thaw towards the Gryffindor. He wondered when Harry had become a friend for her. He wondered if she had even acknowledged the fact to herself yet.

Harry looked up then and saw him watching. His eyes lit up, literally like someone had murmured a lumos, a smile hovering right at the corner of his lips. Draco swallowed. Perhaps he ought to consider all the ways in which the dynamics between him and Harry had changed before trying to sort out his interactions with Pansy.

There was a ball of emotion swirling and writhing in his gut as he watched that smile, meant just for him. Harry rarely smiled with his eyes, granted it had started happening more often now rather than just after the war. But when he did, the effect was breathtaking. His entire face lit from the warmth in his eyes and it was a heady feeling knowing he was included in the select group who were privy to that joy. More, that he had caused that particular expression of joy.

Draco was a little afraid to scrutinize that ball of emotion making his insides squirm, lest it all unravel and start making a terrifying, terrific kind of sense. He wasn't sure he was ready to handle any of the emotions themselves. Let alone their implications. As it was, the holidays had been enlightening enough.

They had been relaxing certainly, but he'd still felt restless. He had been dreading returning to the Manor and having all the memories of the previous year give him nightmares. He'd toyed with the idea of staying at Hogwarts, but the castle held its own share of nightmares. And in the end, he hadn't wanted to abandon his mother to the nightmares of the Manor any more than had been necessitated by his having to attend Hogwarts.

As it was, he'd forgotten to take into account his mother's resolve. The Manor looked the same on the outside, but you'd be hard pressed to recognize that it was the same building on the inside. Narcissa had systematically worked to erase every reminder of the terrors that the walls of the Manor had been witness to. When mere redecoration hadn't been enough to erase the stains of memory she hadn't hesitated to knock down walls and put in new ones wherever she felt was more aesthetically appealing.

All of which meant Draco had returned to an airy house full of light, offering peace where previously only darkness had lurked. He'd been grateful that he again had a place he could think of as home. That restlessness that seemed to lurk just under the surface of his skin and prickled whenever he had some time alone to himself had diminished. But it hadn't gone away.

And that was the problem really. It terrified him that Harry's smile seemed to be a balm that instantly soothed the itching. The prickling had disappeared as soon as he had seen Harry's lips curving upwards as he realized Draco had been the one to accost him earlier. It had settled him, making him feel comfortable. Safe. Real when he'd started to believe he was nothing more than a shell made up entirely of Malfoy pride, offering the world the façade that it expected.

Harry had been the only one who had adamantly refused to accept that façade without questioning it. Heck, first chance he'd gotten, he'd tried to smash it to pieces using nothing more than his fists. The problem was that the shell had been empty, nothing holding its shape other than a fierce pride to not give in. It had been hollow – then.

The last few months he had been given back pieces of himself. When Harry let him hit him as an equal; insisted on it. When Harry let him heal him. When he looked at him with eyes devoid of true hatred even as he spat vitriol. Draco had seen too much of true hatred and disgust directed at himself to mistake that in the intensity with which Harry looked at him. When Harry had kissed him in anger for the first time, salty with blood, sweet with roughness. When Harry looked at Draco with actual, real, tangible fondness in his eyes. When he always insisted in a million small ways that his life be his choice. Just his. When Harry smiled just for him. When Harry became Harry. Just Harry.

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking away the stinging in his eyes as he moved to join the two at the back of the Common Room. Right. Time to give due consideration to the notion that he might have officially joined the ranks of the Fucked In The Head.