"I'll never get used to this," Draco said. He completely confused Harry. They were across Harry's bed, going over a crossword puzzle together and talking about Muggle sports of all things. Harry was secretly pleased that he had caused a sort of new fascination with Draco.

The brunette shifted until he was sitting with his legs crossed. He gazed down at Draco, who was just looking off into space, the puzzle and Harry forgotten, or so it seemed to Harry.

"What do you mean, Draco?" Harry questioned. Was it the friendship, the new Muggle interests he had, or the odd truce between the houses?

"This," Draco stressed. He set up and waved his arms around as if Harry was supposed to understand. Harry was still very confused.

Draco sighed. "Obviously I mean being in Gryffindor territory and not getting the evil eye everywhere I turn. You have so much influence, don't you?"

Harry scowled. "Not that I want it!" he said, crossing his arms, "so do you, or maybe I'm mistaken?" Draco did have a lot of influence over his own house.

The blonde snorted. "Of course I do. I'm a Malfoy. Not that that is a good thing, but the name has power." He was silent then; Harry knew he was thinking of his murdered parents.

Strange... Harry had never really thought about it before, but both he and Draco had lost their parents to the same evil being.

Harry sighed. "Let's not think about the past, okay? The most important thing right now is this," Harry said, leaning over Draco and grabbing the crossword puzzle from him. "What the hell is a five-letter word for a type of violet?" He tapped the paper with his quill.

Draco set up and snatched the paper right back from Harry, and then stole his quill, with a smirk. "Surely you know?" Draco taunted, though not in the mean way of the past.

"Hey, I'm not exactly Neville?" Harry pouted.

With a laugh, Draco wrote, "P-A-N-S-Y."

A smile spread across Harry's face as fast as wildfire. "Okay, now I just feel stupid," he groaned.

"I agree."

"Shut up."

"Number 7 across is polyjuice potion," Harry murmured as he laid back down on his stomach and inwardly smirked when Draco did the same thing. How domestic were they acting?

"Oh right," Draco said, writing down the answer, "what about 10 across?"

"Hmm... silver, right?"

"Sounds good to me."

When the puzzle was finished, Draco dropped it to the ground. "You know I found out why Severus gave us that strange detention," the blonde said.

"Mm?" Harry murmured, only half listening. He was having a hard time breathing; he was just so close to Draco, and the other wasn't doing anything to put distance between them.

"Yeah well, the truce thing, right? See, I heard Dumbledore suggested that little twist on Snape's detentions. Just a suggestion of course, but we all know Dumbledore," Draco said laughing.

Harry couldn't stop laughing as well. "You mean to say any detention from now on will have that? I bet Snape wants to kill Dumbledore!"

"Probably," Draco agreed.

"I think Snape might be handing out fewer detentions from now on if that last one didn't leave his ears bleeding."

"I have no doubt," Draco snickered, "but you know Severus. He like can't not give a detention."

Absentmindedly, Harry reached over and brushed some hair out of Draco's eyes, unaware when gray eyes widened slightly. Their conversation went on as if nothing happened, though now Draco was fighting a pink flush.

Though moments after he had touched Draco, Harry did notice his obvious flush, becoming instantly concerned. "Draco?" He whispered. "Hey, you all right?" He asked.

His eyes impossibly wide, Draco pushed up into a sitting position and scooted away from Harry. He seemed almost like a shy, skittish child. "I'm fine!" Draco snapped, angry at himself for acting so... so flustered? It was just a touch... a sweet, tender touch... The blonde shook his head, telling his mind to shut up.

Telling your mind to shut up didn't seem to work well; Draco just started to blush more.

"You seem far from fine, and now you're freaking me out, to be honest. What were you thinking about anyway? I know you well enough to know you don't blush for no reason."

"I-I wasn't... gah, you..." Angry, though more at himself, Draco glared at Harry. The blonde raked a shaking hand through his hair.

"What did I do?" Harry asked, getting the gist of Draco's incoherent words. "I was just talking to you about Snape's detentions and stuff."

"And stuff?" Draco mocked, half pouting.

"Yeah, what the Hell, Draco? You're acting as if I kissed you or something." Harry tried not to grin at the idea, but he couldn't help it. The fact that now Draco looked like the Hogwarts Express wasn't helping at all.

"You touched me," Draco finally explained. He wasn't used to such touching.

"I'm sure if I touched you I'd remember," Harry snorted. "Is this an invitation?"

"N-no!" Draco yelled. "And you bloody well did touch me."

"Okay, so how did I touch you?" Harry pondered. "Well, sure our sides were touching, but I didn't think that bothered you."

"No, not that," Draco groaned. Harry was so dense. The blonde crawled over to Harry, making the brunette swallow and his face grow as heated as Draco's. If anyone were to walk in at this moment, it would look like Draco was seducing Harry.

"Then what?" Harry whispered.

"You... like this," Draco said just as quietly as if they were both under the same spell. Draco reached out and gently brushed his fingers over Harry's forehead, moving his hair out of his eyes and revealing his lightning bolt shaped scar.

"You did t-that," Draco swallowed, bit his lower lip, and then looked off to the side.

"Oh Godric, sure I'd remember that..." the brunette blinked.

"You didn't," Draco pointed out.

"No, no I didn't," Harry admitted.

With a sigh, Harry stood up and then walked over to the window. It was only a few days into the "truce" and Harry was sure that Draco did feel something for him other than hesitant friendship. A normal person wouldn't freak out like that because of a simple touch, nor would they act the way Draco had just acted and return the touch. It was all very frustrating, and Harry just didn't get what held Draco back.

"Harry," Draco dropped off the bed and went to stand behind him.

"Hm?" Harry mumbled. He pressed his face against the cold glass, getting embarrassed when the window flew open and Draco had to grab him or else he'd fall right out.

"This window is supposed to be latched," the brunette pouted. He was very aware that Draco was holding him from behind, and he was leaning out the window, wind whipping his already messy hair. Draco was chuckling behind him.

"You could probably fly if I let go," the blonde said seriously. The tension was broken.

"Don't you dare, Malfoy!"

"Malfoy now?"

"When you're threatening to kill me, yes," Harry grumbled.

"I wouldn't let go, ever okay?"

"Yeah, pull me back in for Godric's sake."

"Say 'please, Draco.'"

"Tut... Please, Draco, will you please let me inside," Harry said suggestively; he just couldn't help it.

With a blush, Draco easily pulled Harry back until he was no longer under the threat of toppling out the window. Harry did note that he wasn't being released. The brunette decided it was probably a good idea to stay silent on that fact.

"Thanks, can you imagine if after all the ways Voldemort has tried to kill me, I got killed from falling out of a window?"

Draco flinched at Voldemort's name, but he was smiling nonetheless. "I think if ever he was given a reason to cry, that'd be it. Noooooooooooooo I wanted to do it!"

Despite the fact that they were talking about how some evil wizard wanted to kill him, the same one that killed both their parents, Harry couldn't help laughing at the image Draco put in his mind. He jumped slightly when he felt Draco's cheek pressing against his back.

"Um... so this," Harry murmured, "Just what is this?" The brunette bit his tongue right after the words came out, but he couldn't stop them. He had to know. A couple of minutes ago Draco was freaking out over a little touch, and now he was hugging him from behind in such an adorable, endearing way, as if he was opening up to Harry, and showing the other just how he needed this sort of thing. Love and everything that came along with it.

"Dunno," was Draco's small, quiet answer.

"Draco, I haven't once asked you how you felt about me ever since this all happened. Are you... is it possible you're ready to tell me?"

The blonde stiffened slightly, though he didn't move away from Harry. "I've never done this before, Harry." He bit down on his lower lip. "It still feels surreal. And I...I "

Harry remained silent, knowing Draco needed him to just listen.

"I like being around you, okay?" Draco finally grumbled. Damn persistent Gryffindors. He didn't pull away from Harry, though he was having a hard time standing. It felt as if admitting that was admitting all that darn mushy stuff that he was so not used to. Okay, so maybe he did like Harry, maybe even like that, a little, just a little.

"Mm...I like being around you also, Draco. I like it when things turn out to be true."

"True?"

"Yeah someone once told me that things can change, and so can people, well we're proof of that, right?"

"Damn straight... er, yeah." Draco blushed. "I'm not saying that I... you know?"

"The big L word?" Harry chuckled.

"Yeah, just..."

"The big C word?" Harry suggested with an amused look on his face.

"Huh... C? Um..."

"Crush, or puppy love, an infatuation, but with the possibility of it becoming something much, much more?" Harry ended hopeful. He turned around so that they were face to face, smiling at the wide eyed blonde.

"Come on Draco, you must have been attracted to someone before. Snap out of it," Harry said, pressing a hand to Draco's cheek. That startled Draco back to reality.

"Oh my God, how the hell do you say things like that so easily? I think I might die. Yes, at this very moment, I'm dying. So much for this puppy love!"

"Oh, don't do that, and it gets easier, to express things, I mean. Try it, Draco. You can trust me. I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine, I might be attracted to you, Gryffindor jerk," Draco glared.

"For how long?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

"Spoilsport."

"Deal with it, Harry."

"I'll deal with it if you think about giving me a chance... you know what I mean?" The brunette blushed.

"Beyond the month, you mean?"

"W-well however long we want to be together."

"You did not just ask me out."

Harry gave Draco a nervous look, "I might have."

Wind whipped around Harry's hair, reminding him that the window was open, though he could care less as he looked at Draco and waited for some sort of reaction. The blonde was giving Harry that "fish out of water" look and Harry was becoming anxious, wondering if he was going to suddenly revert to "old" Draco, the Draco with the mask. Though after what felt like several hours, which was only a couple minutes, Draco's startled gray eyes softened slightly; his cheeks turned pink as if suddenly the gravity of what Harry had asked hit him.

Unable to take the silence any longer, Harry gently nudged Draco's, which might not have been a good idea, because he was still in his arms.

"Well?" Harry asked quietly. "Aren't you going to say anything?" Harry couldn't hide the frantic tone of his voice. A lot of people might go around and ask people out lightly if they were attracted to them, but Harry had never been so serious in his life, even if he was only sixteen.

"Huh?" Draco blinked a couple of times, falling back to reality. The reality was that was he holding onto Harry in a way that couldn't be described as anything but very intimate.

"If I agree, then you will make sure to treat me right?" Draco said, sounding so Malfoy. "I expect to be properly courted," the blonde went on, though he was fighting a smile.

It took Harry a moment to realize Draco was joking to hide how embarrassed he was. "How do you court a Malfoy?" Harry asked, eyes wide.

"I shall give you a book," Draco said, nodding his head as if to confirm his words.

"I get a book... wait, you said yes then?" Harry rubbed the back of his head, blinking rapidly down at the slightly shorter Slytherin. When Draco rolled his eyes at him and then pushed him away, though gently, Harry couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. Draco had said yes; so what if he was being so shy about it?

"Well did you?" Harry demanded.

"Yes, Harry, yes I did, now go fetch me some food, and bring me some roses or something," the blonde waved a hand, playing the "Malfoy courting" thing big time.

"Yes, my love," Harry snorted. When he ran out of the room, leaving Draco alone, the blonde blinked.

"H-hey, I was joking. Don't leave me alone in Gryffindor territory!"