War of the Heart

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CHAPTER 1 Jade and Silver
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Harry couldn't believe what he had just seen.Malfoy - crying? It seemed almost unreal.He pulled the invisibility cloak tighter around him,
and moved closer to the door. He fumbled in his pocket for an Extendable Ear, and noticed mrs.Norris, staring right at him, before darting off,
no doubt going straight to Filch. Harry hated to leave an opportunity like this, but he couldn't risk getting caught,and so left hurriedly.
Back in the Gryffindor common room he told Ron and Hermione what he had seen. Ron was sceptic, he still didn't believe Draco to be a
deatheater, and couldn't see the harm in the ferret having a hard time lately.The two of them sat comparing theories for awhile, while Hermione did her homework,untill she couldn't hold her peace any longer. "Harry!What if you had been caught?You shouldn't go lurking around after hours!"
Harry looked incredously at her, having fresh in mind all of their own adventures after hours,lurking around.
He looked determinatly the other way before daring a glance at Ron, which looked back,grinning. They laughed simoultanesly, and Hermione huffed; "boys!" to herself, and buried her
nose deep down a book,hiding a slight smile of relief,that everything was allright,after all.
Later that night, Ron and Neville was snoring very loud, so Harry thought it quite safe to pull out his Marauders Map. He tapped it once; "I solemly swear I am up to no good" and started looking for the inkdot named Draco.He found him in the Slytherin common room, pacing back and forth,
by himself.He wanted to know what was going on, why was Malfoy crying? Was he a deatheater? What was going on? He almost fell asleep on the parchment when he got an idea.It seemed brilliantly simple.A letter!He would send Malfoy a letter,pose as a friend and find out!He mumbled miscief managed,and started snoring almost immediatly,glasses still on his nose.


At breakfast the next morning,he silently shared his idea with Ron and Hermione.They weren't half as positive as he had imagined."You can't have thought this idea through,Harry." Hermione said. "I mean, there are a ton of things wrong with it.Who would you pose as?What would you write?I mean.." Ron snorted, "yeah, imagine him reading this; Hi, this is Harry Potter,your sworn enemy,who got your dad into Azkaban,I saw you crying the other night when I was spying on you while you were in the bathroom,and,oh by the way, do you happen to be a deatheater?And what did you make them reserve for you in knockturn alley,before school started?Just tell me all of these secrets,please.Love,Harry." Harry felt himself redden with every word Ron announced of his not yet sent letter."Get real,Harry.Nothing you can write will make him spill it.Nothing you can do will make him trust you." Harry knew that,but it made him feel kind of sad.
This war was so unnecessary.There were more important things in life than school and stupid fights over grades.He just wished that they weren't enemies in the real war,as well.After spending some time staring into his bowl of cereal,he glanced towards the Slytherin table.Of course Hermione was right.Why would Malfoy trust him?They weren't exactly close.
Somehow that thought made him feel a burning sensation in his throat,and he couldn't breathe properly.His eyes found the pale blond hair that belonged to Draco Malfoy,his always ready for battle-enemy in school..and in war.The bleak,exhausted look on Malfoys face made him look older,more mature, and ..strong,in a way.

Harry felt a tingle in his stomach,like butterflies.A feeling similar to how his stomach had felt,when he had been in love with Cho... Harry choked on his breakfast,stood up,and coughed loudly,while apologizing right and left,till someone,probably Hermione, cast a spell that made it go away.He sat back down on the bench,and muttered a thanks .He blushed furiously.Had he seen it?Had anyone notice him looking at Malfoy?He looked up,over to the Slytherin table,and a pair of silvery,steely eyes met his for a second.He heard him laugh for a second,and heard his comment. "Oh,rotten luck today, the chosen one did NOT in fact die by breakfast strangulation!" The laughter put some colour in his pale cheeks,and Harry couldn't turn away.It wasn't often he saw Malfoy smile.It made his whole face warmer.I wonder..if his parents hadn't been deatheaters..would he have been nice?
Ron's voice made him snap out of it. "You ok,mate?Don't worry 'bout them.Let's visit Hagrid later?" Harry nodded, "Yeah,let's do that.Will you be coming too, Hermione?" She grinned. "Of course.But I won't eat any rockcakes!" They grinned in unison.Hagrid certainly had his own way of making cakes.
He looked up,and again, Malfoys eyes met his.He felt his cheek tingling redder and redder,but Malfoys gaze held his, he even smiled, making Harry feel completely helpless.He felt hypnotized.He felt like he was in the middle of a storm, and couldnt move if his life depended on it. His heart pounded so hard, he was astounded that no one else could hear it.Malfoy gave a slight nod,and Harry nodded back, still dumbstruck.Hermione brought him back with a slight annoyed voice. "Harry?Have you heard anything I've just said?" "I....I'm sorry, I just remembered something, I have to..I'll meet you at Hagrids,ok?"He stumbled out of the Great Hall,leaving them no possibility to answer, silvery eyes burning in his neck.He ran up the stairs, and right through Nearly Headless Nick, into the dorm, and threw himself on the bed.

It couldn't be?! Harry panted, and curled up,heart still pounding.It couldn't be...not ..not him!?Could it?Was he gay?And had he,Harry James Potter, fallen for a Malfoy??
No..no,Harry told himself, it was probably just guilt,and..and sympathy.Yes.That must've been it.Harry calmed himself.The big clock struck nine.Harry knew his schedual included atleast three hours with Malfoy today, and he couldnt deal with that right now.He decided to skive off,for once.He went to see Madam Pomfrey,and looked as bad as he could while telling her that he wasnt feeling at all well.
"Hm, let me check your temperature" she said.Harry quickly swallowed the fever part of a Fever frenzy he'd hidden in his pocket,before she turned to him.Madam Pomfrey checked his temperature,felt his forehead,and hmm'ed a lot. "Well,Potter,go straight to bed, and take some homework with you,and I suspect you'll feel better in the morning." He blushed. "thank you,Madam Pomfrey." She smiled a rare smile. "Run along now." Harry dragged himself up to the dorm, trying to find the other part of the Fever frenzy.He rummaged through everything twice,before remembering they were in his jeans.He quickly ate it, and felt better immediatly.

Harry sat up in his bed,trying to sort out his still feverish mind.What connected him with Malfoy,really?First year, they met at Madam Malkiss's,they became enemies because Malfoy had a bad view of Ron, views he had inherited from his deatheater parents,but if it wasn't for him,he would never have gotten on the Quidditch team.Second year,Dracos father tried to have Harry murdered,by slipping Ginny Voldemorts old diary,but if it hadn't been for that,Hagrid would never have been cleared, third year,he almost got Buckbeak executed,but if it hadn't been for that,Sirius hadn't been saved and alive,fourth year the whole ferret incident,which was just amusing, last year he had been in the Inquisitorial Squad, with more power than he could dream of,to torment him,but he really hadn't done all that much with it.....He smiled crookedly at the image of Draco in his black cloak,hovering over a few terrified first-years, and felt a warm feeling spread in his chest.Harry shook his head.Harry,you idiot! he thought to himself.Didn't we just agree with ourselves that it is guilt and sympathy we're dealing with here? Hm.. ,he continued to himself,and this year he had been crying..
Harry thought of Draco. His pale blond hair, a bit shook up like it looked right after Quidditch,his silvery,steely eyes,his slender frame,and the smile from before. Harry smiled sleepily into his pillow, red-cheeked,and still a bit feverish,and slept all morning through.
"Harry?" Harry woke up,Ron was bending over him,shaking his shoulder. "mm?" He replied,still groggy. "It's almost dinnertime,mate,you ok?" Harry sat up,
almost crashing with Rons face.He put his glasses on,and looked at Rons face for a second.He couldn't tell him.He would hate him for ever.Harry just knew it.He looked at Ron's quizzical expression,and hastily said "I've just had a bad day,I...I don't want to talk about it really.." He looked down. "Is it you-know-who?" Rons worried features almost made him teary. Harry shook his head. "No..no,it's nothing like that.It's just..stuff." He blushingly added. "Y'know.Girl stuff." He looked down, not being sure if Ron would believe his lie. "Oh..Right." Ron looked as embarrassed as he,Harry, felt.The awkward silence was ended by the giant clock ringing in dinnertime. "Shall we,then?"
As they entered the Great Hall, Harry dared a quick look at the Slytherin table.The sight of the pale blonde hair gave him butterflies. Ron followed his stare,and
uncertainly asked, "not still obsessing over the whole Malfoy thing,are you?" A lightbulb seemed to appear above his head. "Or..is the girl trouble about a Slytherin?" Harry nodded, knowing full well, that his nod wouldn't be interpreted correctly. "Oh,man..I see the problem." He looked filled with pity. "Just..don't mention it to Hermione,ok?" Harry hissed,being certain that Hermione would see right through that excuse. I must be mad,he thought to himself, casting another longing glance towards the Slytherins.Ron nodded, and tried to check out the Slytherin table without letting Harry see it.
After dinner they went down to Hagrids, and he told them blissfully that his lessons went very well, there were several students who enjoyed the subject, and who actually wanted to take the subject in the coming years. Harry was pleased by these news,he still felt guilty for not continuing with Care of Magical Creatures,and from his comments, Hagrid hadn't quite forgiven them after all. After a long night of rockcakes,stories and petting Fang, Hagrid walked them back to the castle.It was dark outside, stars were glittering down at them, and Harry felt calm.