I don\'t need them.

Good. Everyone seemed to be asleep. And though Harry knew he really should start on his Transfiguration homework, Harry just sat there in the tranquility of the empty room, his mind wandering back to the detention with Malfoy. His last thoughts before drifting off was the was the pale blonde\'s skin looked good enough to eat, or how that golden-silver hair hair looked all hung over his face, questioning just what effect Quidditch had on the boy\'s body.


Draco didn\'t go to bed imedietly, he pulled a large high backed chair over to the fireplace and sat staring at the embers until Pansy found him around two in the moring and touched his cheek. \"You need to Sleep, Dray.\" She murmers, waiting for his nod before walking off to the girl\'s dorms.

With a sigh, Draco stands up and walks to the Slytherin boy\'s dorms and changed out of his school clothes into a simple pair of boxers before climbing into bed and drifting into another of those irritating dreamless sleeps.

Being woken up by Blaise was not what he wanted the next morning. The male walks away when his silver eyes pop open and he glares, throwing off his covers and dressing. No classes with Gryffindors that he knows of, but he did have to start scheduling quidditch practices.

So, heading down to breakfast, he takes a glance at his schedule. Nothing but Astronomy at midnight. He had the day off, save for Quidditch.

Sitting down at the table, he pulls out a small peice of parchment, working through everyone\'s classes and othe clubs, finally getting the schedule finished by the time he\'d eaten atleast five hundred peices of bacon and toast. Using a copying spell, he passes them out to each of the members of the team and retreated to walking outside on the grounds.


Harry awoke the next day, eyes fluttering open, to find himself laying in his bed. Odd, as he had sworn that fell asleep out in the common room the previous night.

Once again he was the first up, taking a shower and getting dressed before his dorm mates finally started to stir, though Harry was out before they were awake enough to notice him.

In the Great Hall Harry pulled out his timetable, figuring out what classes he had today. All he had today was charms, until lunch. The rest of the day was free, and Harry knew he really should start on his homework before it towered over him like in years previous.

He sighed when he friends came in, asking him about his detention with Malfoy. And true to his word, Harry didn\'t tell them about their conversation. \"It was with Malfoy after all. What do you expect?\" His friends nodded, finishing off their breakfast before heading off to charms.


Draco was used to being the center of attention when it came to the Slytherins, but right now, he really didn\'t need their nagging questions.

Blaise catches up to him and lands a punch on his left shoulder. \"Yo, Dray. What\'s got you acting all... non-crowdish?\" He asks, raising a brow.

\"Nothing Zabini. Go away.\" He snaps, rather grumpily before plopping down under a tree, bowing his head slightly and closing his eyes.

\"Right.\" He utters softly, sitting down next to Draco. \"No, seriously. You\'re not acting like yourself... does it have anything to do with your f-\"

\"-Don\'t bring him into this.\" Draco cuts Blaise off with a glared.

\"Fine, fine. Seriously, lighten up. You havn\'t made any jabs at the first years yet. I just wanted to know what was up. But, apparently, you don\'t want to talk, so I\'ll just go and tease them myself.\" Blaise grunts when he stands, straightening his robes and takes off towards the castle.

Draco sighs and leans back against the tree trunk, looking up through the leaves at the sky until his eyes drifted shut and he slipped off to sleep in the warmth of the morning air.

Charms went by slowly, but it wasn\'t too bad. They were working on charming hand-mirrors to talk back to them, and by the end of the class Harry\'s mirror was no longer talking in a high pitched voice.

\"Merlin, I\'m starving,\" Ron commented on their way out to lunch.

\"You\'re always starving Ron,\" Hermione replied, almost affectionately. Harry stayed silent, as always, sitting in the same spot they had sat in since the first day. \"Harry, why do you always choose here to sit?\"

Shrugging slightly out of habit, Harry told her, \"I don\'t know. I like the fact that you can see the doors and-\" he was going to say \'and the Slytherin table\' but he didn\'t know how well that would go, so he just said, \"and I guess I just feel safe, being able to see the door.\"

The witch looked at her sympathetically, probably realising how worried he was that Hogwarts would be thrown under an attack any day. He sighed, looking into his plate of mashed potatoes and chicken without really wanting any of it.


Beign awoken by a sharp kick in the leg, he glares up at Goyle.

\"What do you want, Gregory?\" Draco snaps at the empty-headed nimrod.

\"Lunch.\" Was all he said before tromping off towards the school.

Draco\'s mouth made an O for a moment before standing up and picking a couple Fall leaves out of his hair and dusting off his robes. Walking into the hall, practically hidden behind a swarm of Third Year Hufflepuffs, he finds his seat and waits for food to appear before making himself a rather full BLT, cutting it in half and merely picking at it, his mind seeming somewhere else.

His back was to Harry, as it usually was when he sat with the others. Sighing softly and popping a peice of lettuce into his mouth he thought of the feeling of his skin brushing Harry\'s in Herbology the other day. Was his skin that soft all over? Closing his eyes, a small smile flitting across his pale lips as he thought about the feeling of Harry\'s mouth pressed to his own.

Pansy pressing he mouth to his cheek snapped him out of that day dream in an instant. \"Pansy, I don\'t know what you\'re thinking, but I\'d rather you not kiss me. especially not in public.\"

\"Oh.. fine.\" She pouts before standing up and moving further down the Slytherin table, leaving Draco to daydream in peace.


For some reason, watching that pug-faced Parkinson kiss Malfoy made Harry frown, though after, when it looked like the blonde was telling her off, Harry smiled slightly.

After their detention last night, Harry\'s sleep was not filled with nightmares, but of wonderful dreams regarding the blonde seeker. Harry\'s smile grew as he remember one part of the dream in particular; they were each sitting on a cleaned desk, pushed closer together, and Draco (as Harry thought of him in his dreams) placed one of his soft hands on Harry\'s face, caressing it lovingly, stroking Harry\'s raven hair.

At this his he knew he must have gotten a dreamy look on his face as Hermione asked him, \"Harry, are you all right? You seem a little out of it.\"

Snapping his head back, Harry mumbled, \"Yes, \'Mione, I\'m fine. Just a little tired is all.\" His attention moved back to Malfoy\'s back only once the other two had begun their own conversation.


Finishing off his sandwhich, Draco sighs, glancing around to see if there was anything keeping him there. Seeing nothing, he steps over the bench and turns around to meet Harry\'s gaze exactly.

Frozen on his spot, he blinks before his brows come together and he stands up, straightening his robes and walking off, tossing a backwards glance in Harry\'s direction before opening the heavy door and walking out again.

Now.. something to do... something to do.

Swallowing thickly, he heads back out to the grounds to resume his napping under the tree, knowing he would be up all night with Professor Sinistra snapping at every little miscalculation he might make.

Harry was a little startled. Damn, his face was probably still looking dreamy. And he let Malfoy see.

Deciding he needed to get some fresh air, Harry told his friends he was going on a walk around the grounds. When the offered to come with, Harry told them he wanted to be alone and clear his thoughts, so they reluctantly agreed to let him go.

It was a beautiful day, probably one of the last few before fall and winter really hit. The breeze was nice and cool on his face, so Harry took off his robe and put it in his bag. It was nice.

After walking a few minutes, Harry caught a glimps of blonde hair near next to a tree. Walking further, Harry found his suspicions were right; the sleeping boy was Malfoy.

He walked closer, sitting down against a tree a little bit away. All he could do was watch Malfoy\'s sleeping form, his chest rising up and down slowly. It was intoxicating, really. His green eyes were transfixed, not able to look away even if he wanted to. He could watch this sight forever, Malfoy looking as sweet and innocent as he did during the detention and his sweet dreams.

After about half an hour, a leaf fell onto his nose and he stirred, blowing it off gentle and blinking awake. Raising a hand to rub at his eye, he stifled a yawn and gazed about, seeing if there was any other Slytherin out right now. Licking his lower lip much reminisant of a cat, he turns his head and his eyes land on Harry.

He goes perfectly still, his tongue darting back into the warm safety of his mouth, his hand frozen the way it was, rubbing his right eye.

His lips part as if he was going to say something but he decides not to and pretends to not see Harry and slip out of his robes before he overheated.

Folding it into a pillow, he shifts and lays down, his hands behind his head, just relaxing. Wondering if Harry was still watching him, or if he had left out of embarrasment.


Harry was sure that Malfoy had seen him staring, and his cheeks flared up. He decided to find some distraction, taking out his Transfiguration homework and starting to work on an essay on why complete concentration was so crucial.

He read his text, though he wasn\'t saoking in any of it, his mind still on Malfoy. Damn, what was happening to him? Why was his mind constantly on the thought of that attractive Slytherin?


Because he was too hot to be ignored by anyone, no matter what the context?

He crossed his ankles and yawned softly, unable to get back to sleep with the thought of Harry sitting over there staring at him. He suddenly grew oddly squimish and sat up, his brows coming together, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the male.

He sees the other working and frowned, suddenly feeling very hurt that he wasn\'t the center of Harry\'s attention. Pursing his lips, he looks down at his nails and crossed his legs indian style, picking invisible dirt from under the nailbed.

Anything for him to do to keep his hands busy. Or else he fears that he\'d jump on Harry and snog him silly.


Harry chanced a tiny glance in the Slytherin\'s direction when he heard him move, though he made sure it was discreet enough for Malfoy not to notice. He didn\'t want to look away, but he knew that if he watched the boy\'s fingers in his mouth any longer he wouldn\'t be able to retrain himself. Instead he decided to speak.

\"Didn\'t think some one with such mannors as a Malfoy would bite their fingernails.\" Harry made sure that his tone didn\'t sound like he was taking a snipe at the boy; he just wanted to say something, anything.


Draco froze again. Why does he keep doing that?

Rolling his eyes he lowered his hand and tossed a crude sign to Harry including his middle finger up, and the rest down. Sighing softly, he glances at Harry. Shifting his gaze about to make sure no one would be there to overhear him, he looks back at Harry. \"What are you working on?\"

He raises his brow, the corner of his lip twitching upward to form a bit of a half smile.


For the first time in a long time, Harry didn\'t shrug an answer. \"Transfiguration. I got extra homework for comming in so late,\" he replied to the blonde.

Draco\'s mouth formed that perfect O again and he nodded, picking at his nails some more before standing up and walking over to sit a few feet from Harry.

Nobody was outside at the moment to notice, and even if they did, they\'d think that Draco was planning on tricking Harry into doing something. Stretching his neck and tilting his head, he peers onto Harry\'s barely written on Parchment.

\"Looks like you were having more fun staring at me than actually writing anything.\" He jokes with a soft smirk and gentle chuckle. \"You misspelled courtesy, by the way.\" He murmers, drawing out his wand and tapping the word, correcting it. \"There you go.\" He says smiling softly at Harry before leaning against the tree and closing his eyes.

\"Thanks,\" Harry breathed, watching in fascination as the blonde closed his silver eyes. Damn, Malfoy did see him.

Harry found once more that he couldn\'t tear his green eyes from the angelic sight infront of him. He took in the pale features of the other boy, never before really being this close to really admire them.

\"So, what were you doing out here all alone?\"

Draco smirked, \"Same I could ask of you.\" e replied, opening his eyes slowly and staring ahead of him out at the lake. \"Everyone else is boring. Pansy won\'t leave me alone. Crabbe and Goyle are probably still stuffing their faces. And who knows what the hell Blaise is doing to those poor First Years.\"

He chuckles softly and glances down. \"They aren\'t really very much fun anymore. They do the same things every year. Make fun of Potter, Tease the Youngers, Hit on Malfoy, Stare out into oblivion, Antogonize the other houses. It\'s just getting really old...\"

Smiling softly he rests back against the tree, crossing his arms over his stomach. \"I know you didn\'t just come out here for your homework. If you wanted to do that, you\'d have that mudblood Granger sitting with you, correcting your spelling and phrasing. Not me.\"

\"Don\'t call her that, Malfoy. You could at least call her muggle-born or something,\" Harry sighed in exasperation. \"And anyways, I just wanted to get away from everyone. I\'m sick of everyone watching me, afraid I\'ll blow at any given moment or whatever.\"

He closed his eyes for a moment, before continuing. \"And I needed to get away from Ron and Hermione. It bothers me how happy they can be and just forget everything that happened at the Ministry.\" Then he realised what he said, but he knew it was too late to take it back. Instead he closed his eyes once more, trying to forget that horrible night, and more especially the loss of his godfather.

At Hearing that last bit, Draco diverted his gaze, not wanting to think of how he had to appeal to the Wizengamot in a month or so. He forced a smile on his lips and looked at Harry. \"You miss him, don\'t you? That Black guy. He was your godfather, wasn\'t he?\" Draco\'s voice grew soft, seeing the look on Harry\'s face.

He almost scooted over and took the other in his arms to hold him. He looked like he needed it.

Almost.

It just isn\'t the Malfoy way to hug. The most he ever got from his own mother was a gentle peck on the cheek. No holding, no crying, no emotion. Period. Emotion showed your enemies your weaknesses. And one flaw could mean your death when almost the entire world was against your name.

Harry was only slightly shocked that Malfoy was aware of the identity of his godfather. He looked up, trying to squish the memory futher back. With a lump in his throat, Harry just nodded, taking in a few breaths before he could speak.

\"Yes, he was my godfather. I didn\'t know him that long, but I really loved him. He was so great to me, risking his skin by writing to me and then coming down to the Ministry to save me, when really I was the one who went there to save him.\" Harry seemed to forget that this was Malfoy. That his father was Voldemort\'s right-hand man, his most trusted lackey. None of that seemed to matter.

Draco nodded and leaned over to place a hand on Harry\'s shoulder. \"You don\'t have to talk about it if you don\'t want to. I mean... they might use occlumency on me later, and I don\'t really want them to get you through my own stupidity.\" He murmers softly, retreating back to leaning against the tree.

He could still feel his fingers tingling from the heat that had resonated through Harry\'s shirt from his skin, and it made him smile softly to himself.

\"I hate to say it, especially with my father being who he is, and me being who I am... I hope you get You-Know-Who.\" Murmering that, he stood up, slipping his robes back on. Tossing a gentle smile at Harry, he walked off to the quidditch stadium to relax in the Slytherin Bleachers, leaving the poor boy alone for a while.

Harry was at a loss for words. His shoulder was still tingling from Draco\'s touch, and only just caught what he had said. But he still did.

Did he really mean it? Did he actually want Harry to vanquish Voldemort, his father\'s master; for good to triumph over evil? Harry couldn\'t help but be a little optimistic this once and believe that Draco\'s intentions were good; that he was up to no scheme.

And what was it with that Slytherin and leaving with the last word? He seemed to have a habit of it.

Sighing, Harry cleaned up his mess of homework to work inside, and perhaps getting the clverest witch of her age help him out with it.