With his back pressed against his favorite tree, Harry found himself alone for the first time in a couple of days. Ever since the truce and the day Draco had agreed to go out with him, Harry never seemed to be alone, whether he was with Draco or Ron and Hermione.

Being around his best friends was nothing new, of course, though being around Draco... Well, finding himself alone without him, even though it sounded ridiculous, Harry couldn't help feeling like something was missing.

It was very crazy, Harry knew that, but he couldn't help himself. He did love Draco, as strange as that might seem to some, even himself. Harry knew he couldn't be around Draco all the time. But still...

'Where is he? Oh right... he has Prefect duties.' Harry rolled his eyes at himself. He glanced up at the passing couples Hogwarts grounds seemed to be littered with and scowled, before looking down into his lap.

It seemed rather unfair that everyone else could walk around and laugh and carry on as couples, hugging and kissing, and God knows what else when others weren't looking, even same-sex couples could get away with it, but put Harry and Draco together and... Harry could only imagine how people would react. Maybe it would be funny to see heads explode in shock...

'Boom!' Harry thought morbidly.

Okay, so he missed Draco a lot. The students were getting used to this strange truce and Harry and Draco's even stranger friendship, though there were a lot of people who thought everything was just for show, that after this truce ended, Harry and Draco would go back to normal.

Truthfully, Harry wondered how easy it would be for people to go back to normal when whatever the hell this was ended.

"Mr. Harry Potter, sir!" A loud voice rang right next to Harry's ear. Harry screamed much to his dismay, turning a glare on a now franic looking Dobby.

"Dobby being sorry, sir. Dobby not meaning to scare you," Dobby stammered. He bowed so low that his pointy nose touched the ground.

"What do you want, Dobby?" Harry asked annoyed at the creature for breaking into his thoughts, even if they had been mushy and silly.

"Master Malfoy, sir is wanting you. He is telling Dobby to fetch you," Dobby explained.

"You don't have to call him that anymore, Dobby," Harry grumbled, it took him a moment until he registered Dobby's words. "D-Draco wants me?"

"Dobby sorry, M-mas... Mr. Malfoy, sir. Yes, yes, Dobby is being asked to get you."

Dobby grinned as if he was so excited to be asked for a very special mission of sorts. Harry just shook his head, a little confused, before he stood up and started to follow the house elf. He was even more confused when Dobby led him to the fat lady.

"How would Draco be in the Gryffindor common room?" Harry asked more to himself than to Dobby.

"Mr. Longbottom letting him in, sir," Dobby answered.

"Oh... okay..."

Dobby left him in the common room, telling him he would find Draco up in his dorm room.

"What's with the Dobby routine?" Harry asked as he walked into his room. Draco could have just found Harry by himself, couldn't he? He had legs. Draco glanced up at Harry, giving him one of his Malfoy smiles. A smile that could make some go weak in the knees. Harry wasn't immune, either.

"I would have come on my own, but Dobby showed up to give "Mr. Harry Potter, sir," a gift, and he was more than happy to fetch you so I could give you mine," Draco answered. The blonde waved to the bed.

Confused, Harry saw that there was a small package from Dobby there. Another pair of socks, no doubt. What was the occasion, though? Harry inwardly snorted. Dobby needed none.

But Draco...? "Why would you have a gift for me?" The brunette walked closer to him, curious when he noted the other was blushing slightly.

"Aren't we dating?" Draco demanded, obviously embarrassed. "It's a proper procedure to do gifts and things." Draco crossed his arms, looking adorably grumpy.

"I'm sure it is," Harry said with a pleased grin. "I've never exactly done much proper dating before, you know?"

"Well, I've been raised to do things the proper way," Draco muttered, though Harry wondered if all this "pureblood" crap was just an excuse to give him something nice?

"Then you'll have to go easy on me, as I haven't," Harry teased.

Draco snorted, "I have a lot of work to do, it seems." He grabbed the small package. "Open the elf's first, will you? What could he possibly give you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, though he grabbed the package and opened it. He tilted his head to the side, as he held up two unmatched pair of socks. One adult size, one child size. The adult size was a holiday themed sock covered in pumpkins, and the child size was poke-o-dot.

"Nice," Draco whistled. "I don't think I can follow that gift."

"Don't be such a jerk," Harry said, giving him a nudge. "I freed him with a sock, it's kind of a thing, I guess... do I need to go over that story?"

"No need," Draco muttered, "father ranted about that one for months."

Folding the socks with care, Harry put them into his trunk, before turning to Draco. "Now... so what's this proper gift of yours?" Harry couldn't help an excited grin. It wasn't often he got gifts for the heck of it.

"It's... maybe it's silly..." Draco reached into his pocket, giving a box to Harry.

"I'm sure it's not," Harry murmured as he untied the string from around the box. He put that inside his robe pockets, before continuing to open the box.

"It's not even new..." Draco seemed to be fretting now.

"Stop downplaying the gift, Draco. A gift is a gift, now shut up or else I will kiss you or something."

Draco jumped back as if he had been slapped, his cheeks rosy red. "All right, just open the damn thing," He whispered. Harry wanted to point out to the embarrassed blonde that it was he who had made a move on him the other day on their weird movie date.

With an amused smile, Harry flipped open the box. "O-ouch, what the Hell, Draco?" the brunette complained when something inside the box burned his hand.

"You scared it," Draco tutted.

"What is it?" Harry demanded.

"Well, it's one of my favorite... I mean, it's a cool figurine of mine. It's a dragon, see? I figured you might like it." Draco looked more nervous than Harry had seen him since this whole thing with them started. It was cute.

"It breathes fire," Harry pouted as he licked his burned finger.

"Well, it's life like, Harry, you just have to be nice to him."

It figured a gift Draco would give him would bite him, but fire? Harry stared into the box seeing bright green eyes looking up at him. The dragon was silver in color, nearly matching Draco's eyes. He was small enough to fit in the palm of an adult's hand. Harry smiled despite himself.

"He's cute," he said. The fact that Draco was giving him something he treasured really did mean a lot to Harry. The whole burning issue had got in the way of that at first.

"Does he have a name?" Harry asked. He glanced back up at Draco, raising his eyebrow when he noticed the blonde was avoiding his eyes.

"Well, what is it?" Harry asked again.

"It's only a toy, Harry," Draco answered instead. "A toy can't have a name?"

Harry grinned. "Sure they can."

"Well... maybe but I was three when I named him, mind you?" Draco crossed his arms defensively. Harry's mouth fell open, amazed that Draco had given him something he had since he was three.

"Okay, you were three, so what's his name?" Harry asked. He debated picking the dragon up but thought against it when it sneezed and fire shot out of its nose. So lifelike...

"Do not laugh," Draco said, sounding embarrassed. "Well, he's... Baby Drake." Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing, but he couldn't stop the smile.

"I said not to laugh!"

"I-I'm not laughing," Harry tried to say, though he couldn't keep his voice controlled. Draco pouted.

"You're laughing right now."

"N-no, I'm not, I promise." Harry bit his lip, trying to stop himself, but the giddy feeling in his stomach wanted to burst out. He was laughing because he was happy and Draco had done something so endearing.

"Are too."

"Seriously, n-not laughing."

Harry walked over to the pouting blonde, pulling him into a hug. The toy dragon puffed out his cheeks, before blowing smoke from his nose. No fire this time. Harry grinned down at Baby Drake.

'Draco's my dragon, and would you look at this, he goes and gives me his favorite lifelike toy dragon, named after himself, no less. Drake, Draco, same difference.'

"Sorry Draco, but I think you are seriously adorable sometimes; I just couldn't help myself. I know, I know, adorable isn't a word any guy wants to hear, but..." Draco relaxed in Harry's arms, though he had tensed at first.

"That better not mean I'm the girl in this relationship, Harry, or else you have another thing coming." Harry laughed until tears came to his eyes.

"Don't worry, if I wanted a girl, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you," Harry reminded him.

"Fine," Draco said. He pushed Harry away, though gently. "Now Baby Drake is a toy, but you have to be nice to him, and play with him. It's like one of those muggle games... Nitric Pets."

Harry started to cough, his eyes nearly watering. "Draco, Nitric is acid, and how in the world do you know about those muggle games? I think you mean NeoPets."

"I do know some things about Muggles, we do have to take Muggle Studies, you know?"

"But Nitric?" Harry bit down on his lower lip.

"Okay, so maybe I sleep through most of the class. NeoPets, you happy?"

Harry smiled. "Incredibly so. I have to take care of Baby Drake? Y-you really want me to have him?"

Draco glanced away from Harry, though he couldn't hide the flush crossing the bridge of his nose. "Gave him to you, didn't I?"

Harry beamed.

"Whoa cool!" Harry just had enough time to look up before he heard Ron screaming out in alarm and pain. The brunette rolled his eyes, reaching out and gently taking the toy dragon from his redheaded friend.

"You know Ron, you can't just grab things out of my hands."

"How the bloody hell was I supposed to know that thing would bite me. Bite me!" Ron pouted as he cradled his injured hand.

"Like I said, you shouldn't just grab. Baby Drake doesn't like just anyone." Harry grinned as the lifelike animal nuzzled against his palm, making cooing sounds. Wizards had one up on NeoPets, that was for sure.

"You named him after Draco?" Ron laughed. "Cute, kinda."

"Of course not, I'm not that mushy," Harry defended. "He was a gift, and he came with the name already, so... don't grab next time."

"Fine, but keep it away from me."

Harry smirked as he watched his friend walk away, just as Draco came back into the room. "Care to explain why he's glaring at me? For once I've done nothing to him," Draco said. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving Harry's amused expression a perplexed look.

"Baby Drake bit him." Harry looked at the little dragon fondly and then looked at his not-so-little dragon. The warmth in Harry's eyes was too much for Draco to handle. They were 'whatever they were' but Draco still was trying to wrap his head around everything.

He still didn't quite get why Harry had that magical dream, but he was happy it happened. Though, it was sad to think about how Harry got to live a fake life with his loving parents and then they were ripped away.

Draco looked down at the ground. What was it like to have doting parents?

"Oh, I see. Maybe Baby Drake will warm up to him."

"You okay, Draco?" Harry gently put Baby Drake down on his dresser. He had it spelled so that the dragon couldn't fall off. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "You've suddenly…"

"Mm?" Draco looked up, noting how close Harry was to him. "Honestly?"

"Yes, honestly, go on, what's wrong?"

"I was thinking about the dream, and then…" He stopped. "I don't want to bring up bad memories, Harry."

"I can handle it."

"Well, I don't know the part of your dream with your parents, but I assume… I mean, they must have been nice, right?" Draco leaned his head against Harry's chest.

Harry pat him on the head. It was a tough subject, but his parents had been gone his whole life, dream or no dream, he was more used to coping than Draco was. Even if Draco's parents hadn't been the best.

"They were nice in the dream, if not… well, mum was strict and dad was kind of a goof-off. I guess I sort of made up what I thought a normal family was like. It was…" He felt Draco put his arms around him and hold him tightly.

"I was a moody teen getting picked on by my cousin, no difference there, and sent one of his friends to the hospital accidentally."

"So that's the person you killed?" Draco tried to lighten the mood.

"Oh, yeah, totally."

"But you got to come to the weird Muggle version of Hogwarts and meet me. I was…" Draco felt tears in his eyes. "I wasn't coping with mum and dad's death. In the dream or in real life."

"I know," Harry said softly.

"But you helped dream me… and…" Draco looked up at Harry. "You helped real me. Everything you did for me in the dream carried over. I was so confused, but I remembered how… How you helped me with that."

"I thought I was being annoying."

"A little…" Draco grinned. "Still a little now. But… I kind of like it."

"I'm glad." Harry felt tears in his eyes, too. "You miss them, huh?"

"It's stupid, but I do." Draco let himself finally cry over his parents' death.

Harry kissed his forehead. "It's not stupid. It doesn't matter what side they were on at the end of the day… In their own way, I mean, well…" Harry fumbled for the right words. Draco's parents were his enemy. Though he had to admit there was some good in them. That good being Draco.

"They loved you, Draco."

"Y-yeah."