I love this person who creates these realistic artworks!!!!

They're so talented!

It's like actually seeing this in the movie!

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Harry had just come into the Gryffindor common room after coming back from Defense against the Dark Arts and he saw a small group of students gathered around two first-year muggle-born siblings. He believes their names are Mike and Savannah Adwell. He went over towards the group and noticed the two muggle-borns were making the group of students ranging from other first years to prefects amazed. But what were they doing?

Taking a closer look, Harry saw Mike show the group a muggle penny and gesture to a young third-year witch with toffee brown hair forward with a little wave of his hand. The girl stepped forward, clearly confused, and amazed at how these two younger Gryffindors could make items disappear without using wands.

"With this penny," said Mike, smirking at all his fellow Gryffindors surprised expressions. "I'll make it disappear. Watch closely, everyone." He held the palm of his hand out and placed the penny on his lifeline. He placed his other hand over his open one and then closed them together. Giving his closed hands a little shake, he blew into them and opened his hands up, showing the crowd his simple magic trick. "Walla! Vanished! But where?"

All the Gryffindors were leaning a little closer to him, wanting to find out what happened to the odd-looking coin that they knew was not made from the Goblins at Gringotts. Mike reached behind the older girl's ear who stood in front of him and pulled out the penny from there. Everyone gasped in shock and the girl checked behind her own ears for more of those Pennies.

"That was incredible!"

"How did you do that!"

"A magician never reveals his secrets," said Mike and he bows to the crowd. Everyone starts clapping and cheering for the young boy. Harry knew about this kind of magic Mike was doing. It was muggle magic of course. He didn't even know how to do that Penny trick even without magic. Sometimes he wonders if muggles can learn magic. Just not the wizarding kind of magic.

"How the bloody hell can you a first year make that...thing disappear when you don't even learn disappearing spells until third year!" said Ron in absolute shock after watching these two perform magic that they shouldn't be able to do until later on. "This is impossible! We're you taught by an older student?"

"No, none of that," said Mike with a shake of his head. He was laughing on the inside from these students who knew nothing about secret pockets. "It's called magic, yes. But not this type of magic. "Then he turned back to the students he was entertaining. "Now, who would like to see another magic trick?"

"Yes!" someone squealed from the group of students.

"YES, PLEASE!"

Savannah smiled and reached into her bookbag to pull out two fuzzy small red balls the size of a chicken egg. She gave it to her brother and said, "Can we please have two volunteers? Anyone will do. We only need two."

Everyone raised their hands, which made it a little hard for Mike and Savannah to choose. Eventually they decided on Ron and Gemma Wilson, a sixth year with golden brown coloured hair. "Ron, hold this red ball in your palm please," said Savannah. "And Gemma, do the same."

"Squeeze the balls tightly in your palms," said Mike, and he and his sister watched as Gemma and Ron closed the palm of their hands around the red balls. "Good." Then he clasped his hands together and gave them a little shake. He opened them and a squishy red ball appeared in his hands. Everyone's eyes widened at the trick. "Keep them closed," he told them. He slapped his palms together and rubbed them over Ron and Gemma's hands then opened his palms. The red ball was gone.

Savannah chuckled and waved a hand over and under Gemma's palms. "Now open your palms, Gem." Gemma did as she was told and squealed as she saw no red ball in her hands at all. Just then, Ron opened his palms and all three balls appeared in his hands.

"No, this cannot be happening," said Ron and his mouth fell open slightly. He shook his head, not wanting to believe this at all. "This just... no! How the hell... Is there a new spell you came up with or something?"

"Nope," said Savannah and Mike who both grinned. After Ron gave the two back the red balls, Savannah reached into her robe pocket, taking out a yellow-blue ball which Harry only saw, and threw it to the ground. Thick yellow and blue smoke rose up from where Savannah and Mike were and everyone in the room was just stunned at what they witnessed. When the fog vanished, Savannah and Mike were gone.

Harry had no idea what he just saw. It was muggle magic but in Hogwarts. How did those two do all that? It seemed impossible without a wand. Sighing, he decides to go find Hermione since she did go off to the library half an hour ago.

Just as he was about to exit the common room, he spots two girls sitting together with a grey laptop in between each other that has a sticker of the tv show F.R.I.E.N.D.S on the back of the laptop in the center. He was just so confused right now. "Um... hello?" He decides to ask them about that laptop and why they have it here.

The two girls look up at him, and one of them with short shoulder-length blonde hair hits the space button which Harry then knew they were watching something on the laptop. "Hello," said the blonde, smiling at him. The curly chestnut-haired girl didn't respond, she just nodded.

"What are you watching?" Harry asks them. It was a very strange and unfamiliar question to him. He doesn't even ask Dudley what he watches on his pc in his room. He never gets to use Dudley's pc, obviously, and he doesn't want to.

The chestnut-haired girl turns the laptop around so Harry could view it, but he couldn't exactly see what the tv show was. "It's Doctor Who," she says and presses down on the space button again, playing the episode.

Harry watches as the Tardis comes into view and he just loses it. He hasn't seen Doctor Who in so long! He's actually never allowed to watch tv, but when the Dursleys are all out he has that chance. "Oh, I've seen this show."

"Really?" asks the blonde with a wide grin full of excitement, and Harry nods. "What season are you up to? Who's your favourite doctor?" The questions just keep coming and Harry could only answer One at a time.

"I've only seen the first and second seasons, unfortunately," Harry told them a little sadly and rubbed at his cheek with his palm. He sighed, wishing he had a life. He's missing out on so much right now. "And I guess my favourite doctor would be the one in season two."

"Oh, my goodness, same!" said the chestnut-haired girl and she bumped shoulders with her friend. "I'm Zoe by the way and this is Chelsea. We know we really should be doing our Muggle studies homework, but we pretty much know everything and use that time to catch up on some Doctor Who."

Harry nodded, and he knew if Hermione was here, she would be scolding them. But he understands these girls. He just never found any use in Muggle studies, and he really didn't want anything to do with muggles when he came to Hogwarts. "I guess I don't need to introduce myself then as everyone knows who I am. So, what else have you little rascal muggle-borns been up to?"

"Some of us have figured out we can cheat in every test just by using Morse Code if we know it," said Chelsea, smirking. Beside her Zoe was snickering. "Oh, and we pass notes in Tolkien Elvish since none of the professors understand it."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at this generation of muggle-born students. If they were Muggle-borns. He's just assuming. How come nobody in his grade is doing such a thing? "You two little rascals should be in Slytherin for being so sneaky."

Zoe just grinned innocently and turned the computer around to get back into watching the episode of Doctor Who with her friend. "If you'll excuse us, we have an episode to finish before lunch ends," she says just as Chelsea nods and looks down at the screen. "See you later, Harry."

"Yes, goodbye," said Harry and he forces a smile at them as he walks away. That was just... interesting. What did he witness this time? First two kids making pennies and little red balls disappear. Now students on laptops and possibly phones? He actually couldn't wait until he comes across whatever comes next.

*****

Harry was soaring through the sky on an owl, feeling the wind in his hair, the cold breeze on his face, it was like flying on a broom, but bumpier. The owl was zooming him straight to what looked like a house, next to a spooky-looking graveyard that looks like it's thousands of years old. Harry feels like he's been there before. As the owl dived down, gliding through a broken window, Harry saw what looked like a gigantic snake, a weird warty looking man, an older man who appears to be a muggle, a middle-aged man crouching beside a chair with what looked like a baby covered in black drapes. The baby looked absolutely horrible, it was the ugliest thing he'd ever laid eyes on, then he realized it could talk. Harry couldn't quite hear what the baby thing was saying, but the next thing he saw was a flash of green light.

Harry woke up, yet again from another nightmare, only this nightmare had been a little bit clearer than the others. He tried to calm his breathing down, nothing really was helping but he knew what he had to do. His bed sheets were soaked in his sweat. Who knew someone could sweat so much? He shakily grabbed his glasses off the bedside table and adjusted them on his nose.

"Morning," Ron said sleepily, sitting up and was wiping the sleep from his eyes. He had a lot of things on his mind right now and his best mates state was one of them. Last night he saw Harry come into the dorm all happy and joyful but now... he just looks extremely unhappy. It's like something inside the room sucked out all the happiness out of Harry.

"Good m-morning, Ron" Harry said reluctantly, his eyes blinking infrequently, and he was sitting on the end of his bed. These nightmares always scared him, in fact, they scarred him. Harry could never get rid of these nightmares, they just come out of nowhere.

Ron stretched out his arms and his legs in bed and yawned. "You didn't come down for lunch or dinner yesterday," he said and looked around the room at his other dormmates. "I hardly see you eating much at all. Why is that?" Then it hit him. Dementors! They suck the happiness out of you, but the thing is he didn't see any dementors inside.

"I guess I was very sleepy and needed some rest," Harry talked in a soft-spoken voice, managing to sluggishly get up off his bed and walked towards the window closest to Ron to look out to the morning sun and everything below him that included trees, the forest, and birds flapping around.

"Alrighty then," said Ron and another yawn escaped from his mouth. He knew that if there were dementors present in the castle Dumbledore would ought to know, wouldn't he? How about the other professors? They would know if it too so what was he worrying about?

"I'm going to go down to the Great Hall early," Harry mumbled and his shoulders curled forward as he just felt so worthless this morning. He sluggishly walked towards the door to the exit of the boy's dormitory, just wanting to be alone. Why must this happen to him?

"I'll wait until I'm fully awake and wait for these two sleepyheads to also wake up before I head down to breakfast," said Ron as he looked at the sleeping Neville, Seamus, and Dean. He had the urge to throw his pillow at the three boys just to wake them up. It was a wonderful thought actually.

"I'll see you in class then," Harry said emotionlessly as he exited the room. He didn't go down to the Great Hall; he went down to the boy's bathroom because it's the only place he feels safe at. He spelled the tin open and grabbed his metal friend, making five cuts on his arm and immediately felt the sudden wave of numbness overwhelm him. He watched his blood drip down for about a minute until he felt satisfied enough and cleaned his arm up. He placed his metal friend back in the tin, spelled it shut and placed it back on the shelf inside the cupboard. A nice walk around the castle will surely do him some good.

It was such a beautiful day at Hogwarts, the school had just started only months ago, the Tri-Wizard Tournament had come to Hogwarts. So far, Harry had finished the first tournament, and how that day was probably the most frightening thing he had ever gone through. He sure as hell, was near an Anxiety attack whenever he woke up from a nightmare, even thinking of that day, scared him.

Although, the only part of that day he liked was when Draco kissed him. It was twice in one day that the kiss happened, and he loved it. Whenever he would see Draco in class or the corridors of Hogwarts, his mind and thoughts would go directly to that memory of the kiss and how it made him feel. The kiss was like a Patronus. It pushed away the dark thoughts for a while and replaced them with the positive feelings.

Harry was still trying to figure out the clue to the golden egg. He wondered if breakfast was finished, since he was supposed to be going towards the Great Hall for breakfast but got himself lost in his own deep depressing thoughts.

He walked by one of the large windows of Gryffindor tower. Sighing to himself, Harry couldn't help but think of the Dursleys, how they didn't feed him as much as he normally gets fed and how Uncle Vernon had gotten more... mean and rude these past years. He wondered if he was alone in this suffering or if it's only him, 'The Golden Boy', 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', 'The-boy-who could-not-die'. Slowly he started making his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Hey, Potter!" yelled Draco Malfoy from down a corridor. He smiled and began jogging up to his friend from Gryffindor House. His only Gryffindor friend still but he plans to keep it that way. He doesn't think he wants any other Gryffindor friends actually. Harry's enough. Harry's all he wants.

Harry turned around and was face to face with his friend, but also secretly his crush. "Hello, Draco," he said and blushed slightly as the Slytherin was quite close to him. The best part about having Draco here was how he made him feel. It's like being blessed with warmth and a presence that makes him feel loved. "Whatever happened to using my first name, Draco?"

"Um, never mind that..." Draco said and rubbed the side of his neck a little awkwardly. Why was he here actually? Did he have something to say? Yes, he did. He had to ask Harry out and to the Yule Ball. "I guess it is, so I don't draw attention to myself for calling you 'Harry'.

"Oh, okay," said Harry, and he lowered his gaze a little to look at the floor. He caught sight of Draco's shiny black shoes and gave a little smile. "That makes sense." He looked back up into silver eyes that seemed to shine whenever Draco blinked. It almost took his breath away.

"Bye!" Draco said with a slight blush, petting Harry under the chin and quickly walked off. Merlin, that was a little embarrassing. He couldn't even work up the courage to ask him to the ball! How pathetic!

Harry just stared at Draco, still not knowing why he'd just come up and say 'Hi' then say 'Bye' and leave. He then caught himself staring at the blonde Slytherin's butt and liking how it moves as he walks. He sighs and decides to head to breakfast like he would have done. It's nice to see Draco come and go though.

The next time Harry saw Draco was only a minute ago as he was halfway to the Great Hall. "Hello, again." Draco smiled and immediately linked arms with him but kept an eye out for their surroundings.

"Hello, Harry," he says as they walked together to the Great Hall. "Sorry about earlier – thought I saw someone coming our way. How was your night? Did you get enough sleep?" The questions just seemed to pop out of his mouth through every three seconds.

"My night was fine, yes, and I got a decent amount of sleep," said Harry and he jammed his hands into his pockets, wanting to pull his hoodie over his head to block out the rest of the world but Draco was there. It wasn't a bad thing that Draco was here, of course, but the Slytherin would always tell him to not hide from the world and Harry would try for him.

Draco frowned a little from the obvious lie Harry was telling him, and it hurt but he knew it would be hard for Harry to talk about what he goes through with people. He gets it because Ivy's been the same too. It took her time to open up and she let Draco into her mind slowly and carefully. He knows about the lies and the tricks thanks to Ivy. "Okay. So... are we still going to walk into the Great Hall distanced or should we come out to everyone about our friendship?"

Harry shrugged and stopped a few meters away from the Great Hall, giving them both time to decide. "I don't mind at all," he says but unlinked arms with the blonde Slytherin, though he wanted to be closer to him. "It all depends on you, Draco. Are you ready for your father to hear about our secret friendship or do you want to wait a little longer?"

That was the question Draco has been asking himself a lot lately. Does he want his father knowing? Maybe he should talk to his friends about this first, and Professor Snape. The professor is his godfather after all. "I'll wait for a little while. Sorry, Harry."

Harry just waved a lazy hand of dismissal at him. "It's okay," he tells him earnestly with a sigh. "I should go. Hermione and Ron would be worried about me."

That sentence concerned Draco. "Why would they be worried?" He decides to ask, but he feels as if he shouldn't have said that. He hoped Harry wouldn't think negatively of what he said. "Weren't you with them at all this morning? Where could you have been?" He knows he's asking too many questions right now, but he needs to know this information.

When Harry wasn't answering his questions but looking down at the floor, Draco sighs and reaches for Harry's hands. "Harry, I don't mind if I have to repeat myself over and over but you need to hear me out when I say you are loved by so many people around you." That made Harry look up at him, but a little slowly. "Yes, Harry. You are. You just don't see it. And it's not your fans that I'm talking about. It's your best friends Weasel and Granger. Me as well. We're all your friends and we love you... I love you, Harry." By then he had tears in his eyes. It was the three words that got him the most.

Harry let the butterflies within him flutter and his heart hammer against his chest like it wanted to come out and escape. "Draco," he said and reached his hand up to wipe away the tear that decided to fall down the Slytherin's cheek. It hurt to see Draco crying even if he wasn't in pain. The tears reminded him of stunning diamonds glimmering in the sunlight. "I love you too, and I know others love me. Why I know this is because you keep telling me. Thank you-" He spots Blaise Zabini walk out of the Great Hall. "I-I um, I need to go. Goodbye, Draco!"

He rushes off as Draco says, "Bye!" Draco smiled and walked over to Blaise who he then spots near the entrance to the Great Hall. Was Harry actually afraid of Blaise finding out? He didn't need to be afraid though as Blaise knows of the secret friendship.

*****

Harry climbed the stairs out of the kitchen with Hermione and Ron. He couldn't believe that Dobby and Winky were working in the Hogwarts kitchens. Hermione was excitedly talking about S.P.E.W. and how if Dobby could be paid it would open the doors to house-elf rights. Harry was paying no attention to her, his mind was focused on his depression, Draco, and the next task even if it was a fair while away.

*****

As Harry approached Ron and Hermione at the Great Hall for breakfast, he couldn't help but glance over at Draco as he sat down facing the other House tables. Harry faked a smile at everyone in Gryffindor, grabbed a piece of toast, spread some Biscoff onto it and slowly began to eat it even though he knew he'd most likely puke it out after a while. He started to zone out, staring blankly at the Slytherin Table, forgetting his eyes were transfixed on Draco.

"Harry!" Hermione said quietly and hit him gently on the hand, trying to get Harry's attention. God, if he keeps up this staring at the Slytherin table she's going to have to sit next to Ginny. Not that that's bad or anything. "You're staring."

Harry turned his head a little to face his bushy-haired friend but only half-listened to her. "What?" he said blankly and came back into reality. He'd been so distracted by Draco that he only half heard what she said.

"Harry, you keep staring at Malfoy," Hermione said with a knowing smile. Oh, if only she had a camera on her so she can just video Harry staring at Malfoy multiple times. It would be in a scrap Album for Harry in the future.

Harry couldn't think properly, he was still so anxious about how he managed to survive the other day. He really didn't want anything to disturb him today, he's already been through so much in his entire life. Then again, Harry started zoning back out, not knowing he was staring at Draco again.

"Hey Potter, like what you see?" Draco asked with a smirk on his lips. He had to say something if the Slytherins had noticed that Harry was staring over at him. To his disliking, Ivy nudged him hard in the ribs, leaving him glaring at her.

Hermione shook her head and sighed, wondering how this friendship between Harry and Malfoy even works. "Ignore him, Harry," she told him quietly so nobody else could hear her. "He's just... you know, acting."

Harry crossed his arms over the table and leaned his head on his arms, wishing he had free reign to go over to the Slytherin table and sit down with Draco. He wants it to happen though. "He's damn well good at it," he mumbled and questioned why he even exists if his life is just full of mistakes.

Ron saw the familiar expression on his best mate's face and turned his head around to face Draco. "Shove off, Malfoy!" he said in a harsh tone and glared at him.

Draco remembered a month ago, making the truce with Harry. He can't insult the Weasley or Granger anymore, so he tried his best not to. Which turned out badly. "Oh my, there's no need for that bad tone Ronald!" He tried to mimic Mrs Weasley. Crabbe and Goyle were snickering at his "Funny" joke. Then he noticed that it wasn't a very funny joke.

Harry could see his ginger friend's ears and cheeks go red with anger as Draco rudely impersonated his own mother. At least he has a mother, Harry thought to himself sadly with a sniff. One that gives him love and attention, one who feeds him. He began to frown deeper and his shoulders drooped. He felt the need to go somewhere alone and get his little friend out.

Draco saw the very familiar frown appear on Harry's face and frowned himself. Did he go too far with the insults? Surely not. He was just mimicking Weasel's mother, which he believes he did a pretty good job on.

"C'mon guys," Hermione whispered and she lowered her brow, ready to defend Harry mentally if something got out of hand. "Let's get ready for Potions."

Ron couldn't believe what she had said. He hasn't even eaten anything decent yet! "But we have like... an hour until Potions!" he exclaimed with a frown and quickly gathers a piece of bread onto his plate and butters it. "Can't we just... I don't know, eat?" Hermione shook her head at him a little ignorantly.

Suddenly, the owls flew in and delivered mail. Harry saw his own white snowy owl flew into the Great Hall and land gracefully on the table with a familiar dirty note, as well as another small letter from Draco. "Thanks, Hedwig," he mumbled and stuffed the envelope in his robe pocket for later. He was about to read over Draco's letter, but Hermione interrupted his thoughts.

Hermione was curious about who sent Harry a letter. She raised an eyebrow in question at him and squinted her eyes to try and get a better look at the envelope. It didn't have any initials on it though. "Harry, is that from Padfoot?"

Harry sighed; might as well tell her or she'll become more curious about whose been sending him letters throughout the year. "Yes, it is from Sirius," he said with a little nod and shows her the back of the note. "I've been talking to him since the start of school, just about how I'm doing and the tasks and about a someone you know and my liking for him."

Hermione didn't see the obvious sadness in her friend's expression and smiled at him knowingly. She knew it. Harry's been talking about Malfoy to Sirius. "So, Sirius knows about him?" Harry nodded slightly.

"I see," Hermione said and her smile slowly builds. "You know, I have a muggle textbook you can use with him. Whenever you want you can write to each other and send Hedwig or his owl the textbook to either one of you. I think it will be much easier than having to search for spare pieces of paper yourself."

Harry nodded, liking the idea. He doesn't like using his own parchment except for schoolwork. "Sure, just get Ron to give it to me or place it on my bed for me," he said flatly, and Hermione nodded as she continued eating her breakfast. Harry then read over the note from Draco.

Want to practice potions again? Even though I know you've done an amazing job so far. If not Potions, how about flying again after dinner?

Harry looked up at the Slytherin table and locked eyes with Draco. Even if he was reluctant to give him an answer, he nodded and knew that he should thank him for the compliment. Draco nodded and smiled back.

Suddenly, the Hufflepuff table goes quiet and all Harry could hear was "He got a Howler!" He pondered what kind of message and how humiliated this Hufflepuff person would be. He and a lot of other Gryffindor's look behind them at the Hufflepuff table, catching sight of an older Hufflepuff bloke who looks a little Latino with his hands covering his face and a Howler on the table in front of him. Beside the bloke was Cedric who was rubbing his back.

The Hufflepuff boy sighed and dropped his hands from his face to pick up the Howler. He started ripping it open slowly, but like a raging animal wanting to come out of its cage, the Howler ripped itself open and began speaking. Well, it began to sing loudly.

"SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD IS GOING TO ROLL ME!"

A roar of laughter around the Great Hall broke loose, and a few students began to sing the rest of the song. Harry looked around the Hall, seeing Hermione and Dean laughing. Even students in other houses were singing and laughing too. Harry felt a headache start to happen.

Hermione had just stopped laughing and wiped a tear of joy from her eyes. "Oh, I feel so sorry for that poor Hufflepuff," she said gently with a little giggle. "All Star's an amazing song but what about Girl in Red – Girls? Or Party Rock Anthem, Evacuate the Dancefloor, et cetera."

"Oh my god, Hermione," said Dean with a chuckle, seeing as he agreed with her. "Yes! But don't forget about Achy Breaky Heart, The Final Countdown and Country Roads. Those are must-haves!"

"Yeah," said Harry with a nod, trying to seem as excited as he was only a second ago. "Those songs would be nice too." He looked over at Draco and noticed he looked a little confused and was whispering to Pansy and Blaise.

"Isn't 'The Final Countdown' what ye introduced me to?" Seamus asked him as he remembered going to a large concert with Dean that had glowing lights and loud music. He thought he would go deaf after the first song.

"Yup," said Dean, popping the 'p' and squeezing Seamus' hand from under the table. With his free hand, he pushed his bacon and egg burger around on his plate. "I could really go for a McDonald's pancake breakfast right now." Hermione agrees with him by nodding while Harry just wonders what a McDonald's pancake tastes like. He's never had anything like that. Dudley just gets anything he wants really.

Then Harry made eye contact with Draco, and Draco smiled and shrugged, looking like he had no idea what was going on. Harry didn't really know either. What was the point of that message or was it just for fun? He shrugged back at Draco and looked back at Hermione who was eating her scrambled eggs.

Minutes later, Harry felt the breakfast he ate coming back up. He decided that he needed to puke out his stomach. As he got up from his seat, Harry noticed a familiar-looking girl sitting a few people away from Draco. Although, Ivy wasn't smiling much. Her eyes looked very... glossy like she'd just been crying.

Draco saw Harry staring at his fellow Slytherin, who's also his cousin and tried to hold down a jealous blush from his cheeks. God... Even if he knows Harry's not interested in any girls, it still makes him a little jealous.

Harry winked at Draco, even though Draco was the one who winked the most, but he loved seeing the reaction he got. Draco's cheeks turned to a rosy colour, which Harry thought and knew was downright beautiful.

Hermione turned to look up at Harry who looked as if he wanted to leave. But what she wanted to know was why he wanted to leave. "Where are you going, Harry?" she asked him, and her brows furrowed curiously. "Class doesn't start until an hour later."

"I know," said Harry with a heavy sigh and he jammed his hands into the pockets of his robes. For once he wishes to be ignored so he can rush to the bathroom and rid his stomach of his breakfast. "I just want to... err, read alone."

Hermione nodded, thinking she knew exactly how Harry felt because she also wanted to read the last chapters of 'The Maze Runner'. She was nearly finished and had about five more chapters to go. Then after that, she will start some of the Agatha Christie novels.

"But mate, you've only nibbled on half of your toast," said Ron who looked a little worried at the little amount of food his best mate consumed. Not only the food but he was worried for his best mate who he knows doesn't eat much. "Aren't you hungry?"

Harry shook his head. "I will stop at the kitchens on my way there," he told them and that indeed was another lie that he told. He then turned and made his way back to Gryffindor Tower.

As Harry exited the Grand Hall he zoned out, thinking about the last time Uncle Vernon punished him. He remembered how much it hurt, the sting of the belt as it hit his skin. It was like a snake attacking him, striking at his back. Harry flinched at the memory. It was like he was re-living the punishment, feeling the belt hit him repeatedly. Hearing Uncle Vernon telling him he's not getting any food for a week. Before he knew it, he was directly in front of the fat Lady's portrait.

Harry muttered the password and slowly walked inside the portrait, letting his feet guide him towards the boy's Bathroom. He walked into the bathroom, it was dim-lit, and the sun shone through the windows. He rushed into one of the stalls and closed the door. He leaned over the toilet seat and felt his breakfast rush out of him into the bowl of the toilet. Once it was all in the toilet, he grabbed a square of toilet paper and wiped his mouth with it.

Harry walked up to the sinks and turned the tap on, filling his mouth with water, swishing it around, gurgling it and spitting it back out into the sink. The taste of his vomit slowly exited him and that was the only thing he was glad of. He repeated the process again but swallowed the water. Grabbing his tin containing his little sharp friends from inside the cupboard, he spelt the lid open, tipped the tin upside down and let the blade fall into his hand.

Harry grabbed the blade and laid his arm over the sink. He rolled his sleeve up over his elbow and scanned his arms, remembering every cut that lay on his arm that he did over the holidays and at Hogwarts. He placed the blade on his arm, shivering at the coldness of the blade. The coldness of the blade was nice on his arm though. He then sliced the blade across his wrist and watched as a line of blood formed where the blade crossed and watched as droplets of blood fell down on the sink like rain droplets. He again sliced the blade around his forearm, watching another line of blood form. He slid the blade across his arm again and again until he had five cuts in total. He started feeling a bit light on his feet like he could just float through a wall like a ghost.

Harry rinsed the blade under the water, placed it back in his tin and spelled it shut. He then cleaned his arm off, hissing in pain as the cold water ran over his freshly made cuts. I feel empty, he thought. Good, I like this feeling. He rolled down his sleeves past his hands, put his tin back in the cupboard, closed it and headed to his first class of the day. Potions. But before he could make it out the door, he remembered the envelope Sirius had sent him earlier. He reached into his robe pocket and grabbed the envelope. Even though his arm stung he still managed to open the envelope and read the letter with shaky hands.

Harry,

I am terribly sorry for returning this late. Yes, you have endearing fans but there are still people out there to get you. Like Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Of course, Voldemort hasn't risen again and thank Merlin for that, but there are still many death eaters out there who would want you dead for killing their 'lord'. I'm glad you have a love for this boy. He sounds wonderful no matter if his parents are death eaters or not. Kissing Draco in front of Snivellius? Please do, I'd love to see his reaction.

Make sure that if you and Draco do decide to start a romantic relationship keep it hidden, you don't know what his parents would do to him if they ever found out that their son is gay and is dating you. The only people you can trust right now are Hermione and Ron, stick by their sides as you would stick with them.

Dragons?! Are they trying to kill all of you?! Merlin's Beard! What you did out in the ring, was very impressive. If I had enough time to send you a letter before the first task, I would have recommended you use a conjunctivitis curse. It's the best way to distract a dragon because the eyes are the weakest point. Don't feel complacent yet, you've only done one task. Keep in touch, I still want to hear about anything unusual or about Draco if you want to ramble on about how amazing he is. That's what your father did in the common room back in our days at Hogwarts. And yes, it got to the point where we just wanted to jinx him with a jelly leg jinx until he stopped.

Sirius

Harry sighed and folded the letter and placed it back into his robe pocket. He loved how Sirius was so accepting of his sexuality and his crush on Draco, he honestly thought Sirius would shout at him and tell him to never speak to Draco again. That would be depressing, not being able to talk to the person who you secretly have feelings for. Harry got up and made his way down to Potions, he knew he wouldn't be late as he left the Great Hall 10 minutes into Breakfast. Though he didn't really care if he was late.

Harry entered the Potion classroom and felt as though he just entered a sweets shop as he got a whiff of a smell the Potion classroom never smelt of. He smelt citrus, a strong coffee like an espresso, Quidditch - like a handle of a broomstick, Treacle Tart, and vanilla. Interesting. For some reason the scent made him feel a little better. He walked around the room and sat next to Ron. Ron gave him a little pat on the shoulder and a smile which Harry forced a smile back at him. He noticed Draco sitting over with all the Slytherins. If he wasn't feeling so numb, he'd so wanted to sit next to him.

Draco caught Harry staring and winked, but Harry didn't blush, he just turned back to Weasley. He frowned as usually, he would see this adorable red tinge form on Harry's cheeks when he winked at him. It didn't happen. Draco knew something was up. Whenever he'd talk to Ivy about her crush on Lavender Brown she'd blush, but when he knew she was feeling depressed or had just cut she'd never blush. This was just making sense now, but he didn't want to believe that Harry could be depressed.

He wondered what Professor Snape had brewed today for their lesson as the entire room smelt so lovely! It smelt as if he was walking into a pine forest, but he could also smell something burning, it reminded him of a warm fireplace, and he smelt a hint of broomstick handles and hot chocolate and marshmallows. Why does a classroom smell like a dream to him?

Harry really didn't want to be here. Escaping was something he wanted to do but he had to stay and suffer in an hour of Potions. He wanted to be alone, to be someplace where nobody could find him. At least the room smelt really nice. That was one positive thing he'd ever say about this class. With a loud 'Thud' the Potions Classroom Door shut, which could only mean that Snape had entered. He had a snarl on his face as he entered the classroom and smelt the room.

Harry sighed and grabbed his quill and parchment from his bag. This was not a day for him to be in class. All he wanted was sleep but that's something he's not able to achieve. He then got caught in an episode from back at the Dursleys.

Aunt Petunia was shouting the name freak at him. Uncle Vernon's hand raised, ready to strike. Aunt Petunia was shouting at him. Telling him that freaks don't deserve hugs. Freaks don't deserve to have parents or to be loved. Uncle Vernon was shouting at him, saying how he is nothing but a waste of space, a burden to anyone he crosses paths with!

Snape entered the class, his dark robes flowing behind him until he got to the front of the class. "What a miserable lot you are," he said in his monotoned voice that frightened poor souls like Neville and first years. "Ignore the stench of this room as one pathetic sixth-year student spilt their Amortentia Potion earlier. It's why the room smells sickening, like you lot." Harry nearly snorted.

"I want to know where each and every one of you occupies on my list of best students to worst," Snape said and looked over at Harry who was staring absentmindedly somewhere in front of the classroom. "Mr Potter, please tell me what the Calming Draught is and does, won't you?"

Hermione raised her hand up in the air quickly.

Harry looked up at the Professor blankly, "It calms you?" It was a lucky guess. He was overwhelmed by all these negative thoughts rushing through his head, he couldn't help but itch at his sleeves where his cus lay under just to get a little boost from the pain. Another flash of his past pulled him away from the present.

He was eight, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bright green and teary from pain. He had just got in trouble for talking to Dudley. Dudley screamed at him and started crying to his mom. Aunt Petunia shouted at him for disturbing her baby with his freaky ways.

Snape scoffed at his student. Even Lily knew of the potion and would give a better description of the potion. "It appears you have not read page 343, Mr Potter. Perhaps Miss Granger can answer my question?"

Harry really wanted to just disappear and hide away up in Gryffindor Tower or up in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Or, perhaps, in the Chamber of Secrets. Nobody would dare go down there to find him. It was actually a pretty good idea; it is just the memory of the basilisk would haunt him down there. To see the flesh of the giant snake, and possibly the stench of its rotten flesh.

Hermione smiled and lowered her hand. "A calming draught is a type of elixir intended to soothe people who had experienced trauma, shock, or emotional outburst," she told the class even though not many people were listening. "Even while it was effective in most cases, there were certain instances in which it might not have gone as planned, such as when animals like dogs and cats drank it. If there is an excessive amount of peppermint oil added, the drinker may experience burning in their tongue, watery eyes, or uncontrollably crying."

Harry looked over at Draco with a smile, but he didn't know why he chose that moment to look at the blonde Slytherin. He was just mesmerized by the blonde Slytherin's appearance. Draco returned a smile and looked down at his desk.

Snape kept the sneer on his face, he still pondered how in Salazar's name Mr Potter was Lily's son. After all, Lily was very good with Potions. "Very good Ms Granger," he said coldly. "1 Point to Gryffindor." He turned back to his class. "Now, turn to page 343 of the textbooks I'll give you all. You will be brewing the Calming Draught."

Everyone turned to the required page in their Potions book. Snape walked over to his desk and sat down, grabbed his quill, and dipped it in the black ink. "Start making your Potions, you have an hour to do so."

Everyone started making their potions, but Harry and Draco couldn't help but glance at one another every once in a while.

Ron saw his best mate becoming distracted with who knows what and nudged him on the arm. Unfortunately, Harry's fresh cuts were where he touched him, but he didn't know. "Harry?" he whispered softly. "You are going to help me, right?"

Harry winced at the pain that came from when Ron nudged him on the arm. "Of course, Ron," he said as if nothing happened. Nothing happened though, and he kept telling himself that even if the burning pain in his arm distracted him even more. "What do the ingredients say we need?"

Ron scanned the required page in his potions book at the ingredients and instructions. It all looked confusing to him. "It says here that we need Lavender, Peppermint Oil and a Crocodile Heart."

Harry sighed sadly; he really, really didn't want to be here. He wished he never woke up today in fact. "Are you going to get the ingredients, or shall I?" he asked but he gave his best mate a palpable look to say he wanted him to get the required ingredients.

Ron obviously knew that look and groaned. Why must he be the one to get it? He's the one with ginger hair! Silly excuse obviously but he tried to think of something. "Why me, mate?"

"Because you're closest to the ingredients storeroom," Harry muttered and looked behind Ron at the storeroom. It was true. Ron was closer to the ingredients storeroom than he was. In fact, why were they fighting over who was going to get the ingredients? It's just so childish.

"Fine," Ron said with a devilish smile and he rubbed a hand self-consciously through his hair. Well, as devilish as a Gryffindor can get. "Next time it'll be you though."

"Deal," Harry whispered with a flat emotionless tone, not really caring about that deal right now. It's a future problem to deal with and he couldn't be bothered to even think about it. He had a damn potion to brew, and he doesn't think he'll be doing too well with it.

Harry and Ron started making the potion, making sure they brew it the best they could without stuffing it up as Snape walked around the room looking at everyone's potions. The potion's liquid turned from a brown colour into a blue colour after they put in the chopped lavender and the sliced crocodile heart and it emitted a scent of firewood. It wasn't too bad then.

Ron turned around in his seat while Harry was stirring their potion anti-clockwise as the directions said, and he looked at the potion Hermione was brewing. "What do you smell?"

Hermione looked up from her potion and raised an eyebrow. She stood on her tippy toes and looked down into Ron and Harry's potion. She smiled, seeing their potion had a good blue colour. "It should smell like firewood, Ron. I haven't finished it yet though."

"Oh," said Ron with a smile as he watched the slight ripples in the potion Hermione stirred her rod in. "By the way, what's Amortyentialata? The Potion the student spilt. I've noticed the room smells extremely nice, for a musty old Potion's room."

"It's Amortentia, Ron," said Hermione and quickly shooed him away from her desk and continued stirring her potion. She didn't want to be distracted by her friends when brewing this potion that could give her extra credit. "I'm not sure what Amortentia is. I guess we'll be learning about it in two years when we're in our sixth year." 

"But what do you smell around the room?" Ron asked her curiously. "I can't tell what I smell. There are too many smells." Harry looked at them both; confused with what Ron told Hermione. What does he mean by too many smells? What does Ron smell? Surely they smell the same scents as he does?

"If you must know, I can smell Roses, chocolate, green tea and strawberries," Hermione says with a proud smile as she has just finished her calming Draught. She turned to Ron and Harry, "But there's this other smell that melts into the first one. So, I smell spearmint, freshly mown grass, and old parchment."

"I guess the Potion must smell different to everyone," Harry says as he add one small drop of the Peppermint Oil into to his and Ron's potion. "I don't smell anything you listed, Hermione. What do you think it means? The scents?"

"Well, it's all smells that we find captivating, yes?" Hermione says. It was a question. Ron and Harry both nod. "Then it must be a Potion that gives off a list of scents we all like. Maybe it is a Potion for for finding our favourite candle scents?"

Harry sniffed the air again, the scent was starting to fade which was a shame, and he recognized the smells from somewhere. He tried to remember where he had last smelled these captivating scents outside of the Potions classroom. The library's secret room. He was confused though, asking himself how the room could smell so amazing even if it was just that, a room.

He began to wonder what Draco was smelling once he had finished the potion. He thought Draco probably smelt some expensive cologne or even roses. But Harry had to admit, roses were beautiful, elegant, and smelt quite nice. Draco was like a rose with his beauty, perfectionism, and poise.

"So, what do you smell?" Ron asked curiously, obviously seeing his friend deep in thought with a weird look on his face. That weird look was depression, but he just didn't know what it was. This was new to him and everyone, finding out what your friends all smell in the room.

Harry just said what he smelt. He didn't want to lie to anyone today though or he would just feel worse for doing so. "Citrus, Quidditch, a strong coffee - maybe espresso, and Vanilla is what I smell," he tells them as he fills a vile of their potion for Snape to view later on. "What do you smell, Ron?" He wondered what his best mate would smell in the potion. 

Ron sniffed the air. "I smell a musky sort of cologne, earl-grey tea, red wine, a hint of old inks and dust, and a faint coppery smell," he told them, and his brow creased in curiosity. "But there's this other aroma... Books, parchment, watermelon..."

Hermione looked at him in surprise. But then she tilted her head to the side and sniffed her own hair. She began to blush, but shook her head and muttered, "It can't be."

Snape came over and inspected their cauldrons. He sneered at the boy's good enough attempt at the potion and walked away.

"Write down how you made the potion and what happened during brewing it," Hermione ordered them quietly. "It's better if you two hand in something that's half a mark too so you both might get an Outstanding." Harry and Ron looked at each other with sad smiles, then began to write down how they made the potion and the affects it gave off when brewing.

Draco looked over at Harry, he was so caught up in watching Harry that he remembered he hadn't finished his own potion. He shook his head and focused his attention back on the potion. He managed to finish the potion in a minute by adding the Peppermint Oil and stirring clockwise.

He watched as Harry and his friends sniffed the air. The smell in the air had faded quite a lot but he still smelt broomstick handles, Pine, a warm fireplace with marshmallows and Hot Chocolate. It took him a moment to realize where he smelt these certain scents from. Well, who the scents remind him of. Harry Potter. He smiled warmly.

Harry loves Quidditch as far as Draco knows, and he loves it too. It's probably why he smells it in the air. Pine tree scent? He doesn't know what Harry uses that scent for. Maybe his cologne or deodorant? Or shampoo and conditioner? He knows Harry's favourite food is Treacle Tart, the Gryffindor always has it for dessert. Not that he notices or anything... A warm fireplace with marshmallows and Hot Chocolate? Now, that sounds relaxing and cozy, no wonder Harry loves it too.

After Potions with Snape, Harry went back to the Gryffindor common room alone. He was overwhelmed by the many thoughts rushing through his head, but it didn't help. Harry had the urge to go for a long walk to get rid of some negative thoughts he was feeling throughout Potions class.

But as he made his way up to Gryffindor tower, he heard someone crying from Moaning Myrtles Bathroom. He curiously made his way into the unused girl's bathroom; he heard the most amazing singing he'd ever heard in his life. Well, the only singing he's ever heard close to him instead of on the TV or the radio. He didn't want to scare whoever was in there, so he just peeked around the corner of the arched doorway.

That's when he saw the girl who he saw at the Slytherin table a couple of people away from Draco. The girl with the long black wavy hair and blue eyes. It was Ivy. Ivy was standing in front of the mirrors, both hands grasping the sides of the sinks as she was rocking back and forwards and she was now sobbing.

Myrtle was sitting up above Ivy on the window sill, staring down at her with sympathy. She had been trying to tell Ivy that the bullies were just jealous of her and that she shouldn't listen to them at all.

Harry knew this was a muggle song Ivy was singing though he doesn't remember who the artist to this song was. He couldn't think about this now because she was crying and looked as if she was in pain. Emotional pain, not physical. She needed help but what could he do?

Ivy placed her head in her hands and sobbed quietly. "You are nothing!" she told herself loudly. "Don't listen to them. Voices. Don't listen!"

Harry looked at her, seeing as she was in a lot of pain. Then suddenly he saw the most familiar sight and it was her wrists. They seemed to have blood dripping down from what looked like slits on her wrist. She's been cutting. He remembered seeing a news report on TV when Aunt Petunia was watching the news, a young teenage muggle girl was self-harming because her mother was a drunk addict, her father left her mother for some rich lady and the mother would beat the girl up whenever she was drunk.

Harry remembered that on the news, the girl suffered so much with her abusive mother and didn't know where her father was after the divorce. The news reporter said the girl committed suicide by the age of 15, the girl was one year older than himself.

Harry looked down at the floor, seeing a broken piece of a muggle shaving razor. He'd look up at Ivy who looked at her wrists with the many cuts amongst her wrists. She suddenly sat down on the floor, arms tucked around her legs, still crying her soul out.

A few minutes later, Harry was still watching Ivy from the doorway. He wanted to help her, but he knew how it was like. He would rather be alone in Ivy's situation, whatever it was. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards him, he didn't think many girls used this bathroom, not since the first year and the poly juice potion.

"Harry?" said a familiar voice from behind him. He knew that voice from the tip of his tongue. It belonged to the lips that asked for a truce, the lips that kissed his cheek back on the day of the first task.

Draco suddenly appeared and leaned against the wall beside Harry with his arms crossed over his chest. "What are you doing here, Harry?" he asked flatly. Why was Harry watching Ivy in this unused lavatory?

"I could say the same thing to you," said Harry who stared into Draco's silver eyes which reminded him so much of the shining moon from the dim lighting of the bathroom. Apart from that, in the moonlight, he could see literal stars inside Draco's eyes.

"It's complicated," Draco answered, staring down at the floor, and trying not to look into Harry's emerald green eyes that he believes are magnificent. He had to get to his cousin having a mental breakdown.

Harry stared at him, "Complicated?" How could it be complicated? It's not like he had to leap over moving platforms that had lava underneath to get here. Or did he...?

There was a short moment of silence between the two boys. It was Draco who was trying to come up with something to say to answer Harry's question. "Sorry, Harry, but it's not your business," he says softly, shaking his head. He hoped to Merlin that didn't sound too harsh. He just didn't want to tell Harry about what Ivy goes through. He looked down at his shoes again as if finding something interesting on them. "Ivy's in her 6th year at Hogwarts, if you didn't know. Apparently, you two met during the Quidditch Cup."

"Yeah, we did," said Harry as he distantly remembered what he and Ivy talked about. He remembers something to do with phones and Draco. "It was a nice chat. She's a nice girl." But what he asks himself is who her mother and father was. He doesn't know of any other Black family instead of the Purebloods. Wait... "Who's her mother and father if I may ask?"

"Ivy's mother is Willow LeStrange," said Draco and he looked into the bathroom at his crying cousin. He frowned a little at her state and wondered what happened. "The father is, apparently, Sirius Black." He knew Harry wouldn't believe that Sirius was a father. He was locked in Azkaban for... how long was it? 12 years? He didn't know, he never paid attention to the news when he was younger.

"Sirius Black?" Harry asked and had to repeat that name in his head. "As in my godfather, Sirius Black?" He just couldn't believe it. He didn't think Sirius married anyone or started a family with them. By doing some quick math in his head, Sirius would have created Ivy when he was around 17 or younger.

He's pretty good with math and nearly got the highest grade in primary school when he went there a few years ago. He's kind of glad he learnt a few things in the muggle world. He actually thought he needed his muggle knowledge when coming to Hogwarts in his first year. He didn't really need it at all honestly. Besides knowing how to count.

"Yes, Harry, Sirius Black," Draco deadpanned with a little nod, and he smiled at the sight of seeing Harry deep in thought. "He's my uncle too. I do have Black family blood running through my veins on my mothers side."

Harry looked overwhelmed but confused at the same time. It just didn't really make sense at all. He knew that Sirius was gay, and he knew well that Sirius would have never had a child with anyone at a young age. That was just... He knows by calculation that his own mom had him at around twenty. If he was born in July. Take nine months from July and you get sometime in October.

Draco rolled his eyes in a playful manner. He thought the confused look Harry made was very cute. Why was he thinking this now? C'mon Draco, keep it together. He felt a flush rush up his cheeks as he realized Harry has been staring at him for a while.

"I hope she's okay," Harry said and peeked back into the bathroom to see Ivy still crying. He wondered why she seemed so depressed. He didn't believe Ivy was Sirius' daughter. Perhaps her father was a Muggle? "She's been crying her eyes out."

"Did you even think of asking if she was okay yourself?" Draco asked him at once. He knew if he forced the question it would sound like it's Harry's fault or something. He didn't want Harry to take the blame for anything.

"Well... I- Uh-," Harry stuttered and looked down at the ground a little sadly. "I was going to... but." He never wanted to disturb Ivy and knew he'd probably make it worse. It would embarrass her knowing her singing had been heard. He forgot Draco was still there, lost in his thoughts.

"Thank you, Harry," Draco then said as he didn't want to push Harry into answering him. He needed to thank Harry for not running off and telling a teacher about what he saw though. Who knows how Ivy would react, but he does know that she would have a panic attack and try to run away.

"You're welcome?" Harry said, confused and was uncertain about why Draco was thanking him. What exactly did he do? "But why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything."

"Well for starters, you now know about her struggles," said Draco and then his expression became a little serious as this topic wasn't talked about much. He and Pansy rarely talk about Ivy's state because they know how down she would be if they were talking about her behind her back. "I hope you won't tell anybody about this, Harry."

Harry shakes his head. He would never tell a soul about what he has seen and talked about at all to anybody. Not even Hermione and Ron will hear about what he's found out today. Then again, he never tells them anything that happens to him. Only Hermione knows of his friendship with Draco and what little thing goes on. "I promise, Draco."

"Thank you," Draco said and he decided to wink at Harry to get a reaction out of him and he definitely got one. He saw an adorable red tinge rise up the Gryffindor's cheeks and spread to his ears. He smiles with satisfaction. "Are you still up for practicing potions and flying later on?"

Harry hesitates for a moment to think about this option. He has felt better when alone with Draco, and definitely while he's flying. It just gives him something to do instead of thinking darkly about his life. "Yes, I'd really like that," he tells him. "How about that Butterbeer?" He grins.

Draco chuckled. "Maybe another day," he says and gave Harry a little wave to say he was going to get Ivy and walked towards where Ivy was sitting on the cold bathroom floor. "Hey, Ivy," he said in a careful voice and crouched down to her on the floor. Harry heard what sounded like metal being thrown across the room, looked over at the two Slytherins and saw that Draco had thrown the blade Ivy used across the room.

"H-Hi, Dra-co. I-m s-sorry," she sobbed, pulling her jumper and robe sleeves down past her wrists to cover up the artwork that she had drawn on her forearm. It stung but not like a bee sting. It was a nice sting that numbed her of the pain inside her. The numb haze stays for a while until it goes away hours later and she has to make do with the cuts on her arm.

"Come here, Ivy," Draco said and wrapped his arms around his cousin in a light hug so she could sob into his robes. "Let's get you back to our house dorms." He helped his cousin up and walked her out of the girl's Bathroom, right passed Harry.

Harry noticed the blade was still on the ground. A little curious, he walked over and picked it up, admiring the sharpness of it. The blade was a little bigger than the one he used. He washed off the blood at the sinks in case she needed it back. Harry wasn't good in these kinds of situations, especially comforting someone.

"Harry, what are you going to do with that?" Myrtle asks, pointing to the thing Ivy used to cut her wrists with.

"Nothing," Harry replies blankly. "I've got my own tools to harm myself – shit." He looks up at Myrtle who stared at him sadly and he hid the blade behind his back. "Nothing," he repeats. "I'll do nothing with it."

Myrtle raised an eyebrow. She heard him clearly. "Harry, is there something you want to tell me?" she asks him carefully, suddenly feeling like she's sensing Deja Vu but with a boy instead of Ivy.

"Nope," Harry mutters, shaking his head. "There's nothing for you to worry about. Nothing at all." Myrtle looked to be in disbelief. She could sense the deep sadness coming from Harry. She feels it with Ivy too. After what he had experienced, Harry decided it was probably close to lunch. He pushed the blade down the sinks so it was unobtainable now and then headed to his dorm in Gryffindor Tower and grabbed his invisibility cloak, thinking of Draco.

-

After exiting the bathroom, Draco took a sobbing Ivy to the Slytherin common room. When they got there, so they don't draw attention to themselves, they went to the back of the common room behind a large pillar where they found Pansy nodding off into sleep with a book on the small round table in front of her.

"Pansy!" Draco hissed and tapped her hard on the shoulder, making his best friend jolt awake and look around her surroundings. Then she saw Ivy with tears streaming down her cheeks and frowned.

"Oh darling," she said and immediately got to her feet. Just as she did so the older girl hugged her tightly and began lightly crying. Pansy knew she was trying to gather the courage to speak so she let her have her time to do so. "What happened?"

It took a few minutes for Ivy to calm down, and in those minutes the three had sat down at the round table and waited for her to calm down and start. "I..." she mumbled under her breath. She sighed miserably and shook her head, telling herself that she could do this. "I w-was just walking the corridors by myself until I c-came across a few groups of people. Tobias was there, same was Kiely and Michael. They and a few dozens of students whispered about me as I walked by, calling me names, staring at me like I'm some pariah. It was just so... I hated it! And then when I got to class... I don't know how but I dropped my books. Everyone in the classroom started laughing at me and I just couldn't take it. I had to get away. I had to release these emotions. I-"

As Ivy began sobbing again, Pansy pulled her into a hug and whispered soothing words of comfort and love. She will hunt these boys down and hex them into the next week for Ivy. They will pay and she and Draco will do everything in their power to get those idiots back. "Draco, I can handle everything from here. Go get some lunch, please. You need it."

"Are you certain-" Draco tried to reason with her, but he was cut off. He just wanted to help his cousin out. She was his main priority right now. He was scared for her life.

"Yes!" Pansy spat and shooed him away with her free hand. "Go! Otherwise, I'll send a stinging hex your way. Oh, and don't you have that study date with Harry during lunch? You don't want to miss that do you?"

Draco knew not to argue with Pansy. Everyone knew it. She was right about the meeting with Harry. "Fine," he said with a sigh and stood up from his seat, pushing it back under the table. "And it's not a date!" From then, and watching a smirk spread across Pansy's face, he decided to head off to lunch after giving Ivy a sad look.

*****

As time went by, it was exactly lunchtime. Harry felt his tummy rumble for food and with food in his mind, he rushed down to the Great Hall. When he entered, he noticed Draco was there sitting by himself at the Slytherin table. He looked over at Draco once he sat and as soon as he did so, Harry gave him a little smile.

Draco looked over at him and gave a slight small smile back. His head was killing him with all the millions of thoughts rushing through his mind about his cousin's state and how Pansy was helping her. He trusts Pansy to do what she must to help Ivy, but he does wish he were there with them. Ivy needs the help.

Harry was too hungry to think about when Ron and Hermione would be here, so he quickly grabbed a Ham/cheese/Lettuce & tomato sandwich and started eating. He only ate half of the sandwich but even so knew he really shouldn't have eaten it as he felt himself become sick. For fucks sake...

Lost in thought, Harry just caught Draco looking over at him. Draco was still alone at the Slytherin table and as soon as Harry looked up at Draco, he noticed a faint blush spread upon Draco's cheeks as he turned to look the other way. That rosiness in Draco's cheeks always made Harry feel a little amused at the sight and he couldn't help but feel a warming sensation come upon his own cheeks as he knew the Slytherin had been staring at him.

Then he remembered last year, how much Draco had grown from the little rich prick, who was kind of cute, to be honest. Who followed him around everywhere, to this... handsome young man. He's surprised girls aren't waiting in line for Draco because who wouldn't love guys with blonde hair, pretty silver eyes, sharp cheekbones and a kind heart? It's easy to admit how amazingly beautiful Draco is.

As soon as he finished eating, he nodded at Draco and pointed his head towards the door. Draco nodded back and got up and mouthed 'Library.' Harry nodded and waited for Draco to leave the Great Hall, then he followed from behind and caught up to him. "Hello, Draco!"

"Hey yourself," Draco said and turned around to face Harry with a smile, his bookbag placed on his shoulder and hanging quite loosely. Maybe it's best to quit worrying about Ivy and spend some time with Harry. "Ready for potion practice?"

"Sure am," Harry said and pointed ahead of them into the corridor. "Let's go!" But first he reached into his robe pocket and pulled out his invisibility cloak knowing there would still be students in the corridors somewhere. Draco nodded slightly and watched as Harry threw the cloak over them both. It was a strange material when he felt it, like silk but also like wool.

They glanced into each other's eyes for a second as the cloak covered them, making them invisible to the rest of the world. They could hug in the corridor while dozens of students walk by and nobody would know. Draco looked down at Harry's mouth and licked his lips at the thought that appeared in his mind. He had to blink and look away to think away that intriguing thought. "Library, Harry," he reminded the Gryffindor with a little nudge of his shoulder.

"Right," said Harry and bit his lip, glancing at Draco's lips for a second then looking to the side of them down the corridor to the right. They linked arms to stay close to each other and then headed for the library as they didn't want to waste time. They reached the library and took a left, appearing in front of the familiar vertical bookshelves with the smaller architecture bookshelf holding the trigger to the secret place. Draco pulled the book down and the bookshelf shook, opening up like double doors into the darkened hallway. As soon as the boys stepped in and the bookshelf closed behind them the torches all lit up, brightening the long hallway in flames of dancing fire.

They wandered down the torch-lit hallway and through the door at the end until Draco took away the silence and removed the cloak from himself. "So, what potion would you like to make today?" he asked a little curiously as he walked around the room, placed his bookbag on the back of the couch and sat down on the midnight blue couch.

Harry shrugged as he folded up the cloak and placed it on the back of the couch. He didn't want to just dump it there and make Draco think that he was messy. Then he sat beside Draco with his body facing the Slytherin and said, "Something easy, I guess."

Draco nodded as he knew of a potion to make. "I know now the perfect potion." He knew Harry has not been eating much, it was easy to see. If he was right, and Harry had been suffering from either an eating disorder like Ivy does or something else then he knew the best potion for Harry to make.

"Okay, what are we brewing then?" Harry asked as he watched Draco walk over to the dressing table that had a cauldron already there. He guessed it was Draco's cauldron. The thought of making the sleeping potion again made him blush a little as he remembered kissing Draco when he was sleeping. God, he couldn't stop thinking about that for ages. It was glued to the front of his mind.

Draco sighed; he didn't want to lie to Harry, but he also didn't want him to worry. "A potion for eating disorders," He said and gathered the right ingredients from the bookshelf for the potion and placed them aside from the cauldron. Like always he kept his potion ingredients down here so no sneaky Slytherin dormmate would steal from him.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar word he was being fed with, "An eating what now?" He's heard of disorders from somewhere, but he doesn't exactly know what it is.

"Eating disorder, Harry," Draco repeated and he leaned his hands on the dressing table, facing Harry. He hesitated and thought about how to say this correctly. "Look, I've noticed things about this friend of mine in school. He hardly eats and when he does eat something he rushes out of the Great Hall. I believe he goes to the bathroom and... spews whatever he ate or drank up."

Harry nodded; he knew he had the same problem that this guy Draco was talking about. "Oh, so you want to make a potion for him?" He asked the blonde Slytherin and Draco nodded. He gave him a warm smile which he didn't think he'd ever be able to do. Was it possible that with being near the Slytherin, he felt a little better? Well, he'd always feel a little better if Draco was around. The Slytherin was like... A Patronus? Draco would chase away the depression for a while and replace it with... Harry didn't know. Was it love and happiness? "That's a wonderful idea, Draco. Very sweet of you."

Draco smiled back at Harry with a slight flush to his cheeks while getting lost in those emerald green eyes. The green eyes that have the familiar emptiness in them. "When we do finish the potion, can you test it out? Just to-"

"Of course," Harry said automatically as he really does hate having to vomit out anything he eats, as well as the thought of food made him sick. He just wants to eat a normal meal like a normal person would. "Sorry for interrupting you, and I'd be happy to test it out."

Draco waved a hand at him of dismissal and opened his potions book up to the required page. "Let's get started," he said and watched as Harry got up to stand next to him at the dressing table. He really hopes this potion does the trick and helps Harry out. Food is supposed to go down and not come back up. It's what gives everyone nutrients and energy to get up and do what they must to live.

"So, what do we do first?" Harry then asks as he subconsciously moves a little closer to the blonde until their arms touch. The meeting of their arms sends a shiver down his spine, even if it isn't skin on skin. He's always wearing long sleeves, so people don't see what he does to himself. But he's seen Ivy wearing short sleeve tops at times, thus she probably doesn't cut that much.

"We?" Draco said, finding it amusing to think that Harry would be getting help from him when this was him tutoring Harry. He smiled and shook his head. "Not me, you. I'll be supervising. Read page 132 of my textbook." He lit the bottom of the cauldron with his wand.

Harry watched as the flames danced under the cauldron, he could feel the warmth on his fingers. "Oh, okay," he said and scanned the ingredients and instructions on the page in Draco's potions book. "It says here that I need Boom berry, Dittany, Ginger root, Griffin claw, Horklump juice and peppermint."

"That is correct," Draco told him with a nod. All Harry needs to do is to complete the potion without stuffing it up, but he believes Harry can do it. He will give some help to Harry but that's it. "You can start brewing now." He'd fill the cauldron up halfway with water just with a flick of his wand and a quiet whisper of, "Aquamenti!"

Harry felt a nice chill run down his spine when listening to Draco whisper the one spell. He didn't know why the blonde whispering made him feel all tingly. He read over the instructions, "Step one: dice the Boom Berry and sprinkle it in." He'd grab the chopping board, grab the glass jar with the Boom Berry and start dicing it. Once finished he'd sprinkle it into the cauldron, and the water turned into a rich purple colour. He looked at the colour of the potion compared to the book, he smiled and read the next instruction. "Step two: crush the Dittany in a Mortar with a Pestle."

Harry grabbed the mortar, grabbed the glass jar containing the Dittany in it and poured the recommended amount of it in the Mortar and crushed it using the pestle. He set it aside from the cauldron and looked at the next instruction. "Step three: Chop up the Ginger root and add in the cauldron." Harry grabbed the glass jar containing the Ginger root, grabbed a piece and chopped it up. He then added the chopped Ginger root into the cauldron. Step four: Stir anti-clockwise with ER, then add in the crushed Dittany. He continued making the potion by the directions, watching as it slowly turned into the required light lilac colour as it should be.

Draco smiled, impressed with how well Harry was doing. "And yet again, you finish another potion," he said proudly with his chin raised a little, leaning against the couch's armrest. "Pour some into a vial and take a sip."

Harry nodded, grabbed a glass vial and poured some of his finished potion in it. He was quite proud of his work and hoped this would help him in some way. "This better not be poisoned," he said with a little half-smile, making Draco laugh at the impossible action.

"I'd never poison such an amazing guy like you, Harry," Draco says, walking over and placed his hand on the Gryffindor's shoulder, giving him a little pat. Who would even think of doing such a monstrous thing to someone? Oh, he knows who. That bloody dark Lord.

Harry blushed and took a sip of the potion just to hide his glowing cheeks. It tasted of baked beans... weird. He then downs the rest of the Potion and places the vile against the cauldron. He felt like the potion was already working and making him hungry. If only he had some food... He'd never felt so hungry in his life.

Draco smirked and went back over to the couch, searching his bookbag and pockets for a little snack. He grabbed out a green apple and threw it to Harry who caught it easily. The apple was fresh, of course. He got it during lunch. "Eat, Harry," he told him a little strictly and dropped his bookbag on the couch so he could cross his arms, making himself appear a little intimidating. "You'll feel much better with food in your stomach. I would have given you a treacle tart but well... I didn't want to reach into my robe and feel mush."

Harry remembered those words coming from Professor Lupin's mouth but a little simpler. He nodded at what Draco told him about the Treacle Tart, understanding how gross it is to reach somewhere and feel something disgusting and mushy. "Thanks, Draco," he said and took a bite of the deliciously sour green apple. Then he realised something. "How did you know I like Treacle Tarts?"

Draco shrugged and smiled with a blush to his cheeks. Oh, this is hard to say. He can't say I know things about you like nobody else can. "I notice things."

Harry nodded. He knew a lot of things about Draco just by observing him. He knows what the blonde likes to eat, his favourite dessert and breakfast. "So, may I ask who this guy is you're wanting to help?" He couldn't quite help feeling a little jealous of whoever this guy Draco wanted to help out.

Draco sighed; he knew Harry would want to ask questions. But it was good for him to know. "It's you, Harry," he said in a gentle voice and looked into those green eyes that reminded him of emerald green pools, the sparkles in his eyes are the swans and ducks. "I've noticed you not eating much at all and it's really worrying."

Harry nodded, he understood Draco's worry for him. But now he felt bad because Draco knew of his eating problem, but he also felt relieved as he could possibly stop the eating disorder. He just hates looking at food like it's the enemy. "You don't need to worry about me, Draco," he assured in a soft tone. "I'm fine."

Draco frowned; he's been wanting to hear what caused Harry to develop an eating disorder. Or even what could have made him look so down and depressed. What does Harry go through? He couldn't help but ask, "Harry, are you really okay?"

Harry nodded and stared at the ground, trying not to get annoyed at the question. The bloody question keeps popping up at random times and he's hating the question even more as he hears it repeatedly. "I'm fine, Draco."

Draco shook his head, not believing it at all. He gently grabbed Harry's hand, walked over to the couch, and sat down with him. He looked into Harry's green eyes and smiled. "I just want to let you know that you can talk to me about anything, Harry," he told him with a gentle voice. "Anything at all. I really care for you, Harry Potter. I worry about you. You're an incredible person and I dislike seeing you so down all the time. Whenever you want to talk, I'm always here. You don't have to just come out and say everything, we can meet down here and have little talks. One topic about your life at a time. Sound simple enough?"

Harry nodded; he just didn't want anybody to know about life back at the Dursleys. He knew if people found out, they would only worry about him more and keep a close eye on him, which would be annoying. Or they would call him a freak and tell the entire school. So, both options were a no-no. "I know, Draco. And thanks."

"It's not a problem at all, Harry," Draco told him in an assuring tone of voice and with one of his charming smiles. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." He opens his arms out into a hug for Harry because he knows he wants to be in Harry's arms again, but he also knows Harry needs a hug, which he gives him.

Harry, of course, would love a hug from Draco and he smiled when Draco embraced him tightly. He slowly wrapped his arms around Draco, and the Slytherin was rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Now, I believe that Lunch is nearly over," Draco said suddenly, looking over at his cauldron and remembering he had to collect some viles of that Potion for Harry's use. "Is your shoulder still hurting? Do you still want to fly this evening?"

Harry gave a small smile at all the questions. He couldn't wait for tonight. It would be another fun night out with his friend. "We should get back in time for our classes," he agrees with him with getting out of there. "My shoulder is better than it was a couple of days ago. I still would love to go flying with you."

"That's terrific!" Draco said, beaming and slowly released the hug even if he didn't want to. Harry was just so comfy to him like a Crup Puppy or one of his giant dragon teddies that he secretly kept in a cupboard locked away from the world. He likes keeping his childhood toys for some reason. It just brings back good memories.

Harry sighed, wishing the hug could last longer. Maybe some other time. Right now, they had to go to class and not be late. "Let's head to class before we get a detention for being late. I can't handle another detention."

Draco nodded, grabbed his book bag from the couch and watched as Harry was about to exit the room. He still had to tell him a little something about the potion and if he would want more in the future. "Wait, Harry!"

Harry turned around and looked at Draco with a questionable expression. "Yeah?" he asked, a little unsure why Draco wasn't trying to rush him to class. He knows the Slytherin likes to get to class just in time with his house.

"If you ever need me to make you the potion again, just ask," Draco told him and grabbed a couple of vials from the drawers. "I'll meet you up in class, I'm just going to fill some vials up with the last of this potion, so it doesn't go to waste."

Harry nodded and returned a smile. "Thanks, Draco," he replies gently. "I'm grateful you want to help. I really am." With a nod at the Slytherin, he left the room to head back up for Charms.

Draco sighed, wondering if or when Harry would tell him about his troubles. All he knew was that it probably had something to do with those muggle relatives of Harry's. Locking Harry in his room for who knows how long? Draco's face paled, wondering if Harry deals with abuse like his cousin Ivy does. But he still can't believe that Harry Potter could have been abused, it just doesn't add up. He pushed those thoughts aside and continued pouring the potion into vials for Harry.

Harry entered the Charms class just in time, he knew if Draco didn't get to class in 10 minutes, he'd be late. He sighed and sat next to Ron who gave him a smile. He looked around the room, seeing it was half empty. He couldn't help but think if he and Ron were in the right classroom, he noticed a few Gryffindors sitting beside each other. He was about to grab out his parchment and quill but noticed on the blackboard there was writing in his professor's handwriting.

There will be practical lessons today. Meet out back in the courtyard as we'll be trying a new spell.

Harry nudged Ron on the shoulder and pointed to the blackboard. Didn't his best mate see that at all? "Did you read that before coming inside?" he asked him just in case Ron didn't see it.

Ron looked up at the blackboard and shook his head, "Nope, just noticed it now thanks to you."

Harry got up from his seat, and that's when he saw Draco wander into the classroom. They both hesitated, shared eye contact and smiled. He pointed his head towards the blackboard in the front of the class and Draco looked over and nodded as he read what was on the blackboard.

Harry watched Draco leave and turned back to Ron. He wanted to catch up with Draco but knew if he spent time with him out in the open it would be suspicious, especially to Ron since he doesn't know about the friendship Harry and Draco have. He still has to tell Ron. "Let's go, Ron," he said and gave Ron a quick tap on the shoulder, telling him they needed to go now. "I don't know how you didn't see the board and what was written on it. I'm sure we're going to be late anyway."

Ron nodded, giving him narrowed eyes for the little insult but left it be. He got up from his seat and followed Harry out of the classroom to the Courtyard. Professor Flitwick was already there with half the other students from the class.

The professor noticed the two boys coming from the classroom and smiled. "Ah, boys. Glad you can make it," he said and gestured them towards everyone else in the class. He then looked over the crowd of his students, finding someone to get the rest of his pupils. "Can someone fetch the rest of my class, please?"

Dean's hand shot up first, he knew Seamus was still in the classroom. He wondered how Seamus still hadn't seen the blackboard as the professor's writing was big enough to see from the other side of the Great Hall. "I will, professor."

The professor looked up at his student, he knew Dean and Seamus were good friends. Very good friends actually. He's seen them snogging in the halls which surprises him a little. Of course, he has had to teach a lot of LGBTQ+ students in the past and present and he finds them quite extraordinary. "Very well, Mr Thomas," he said in his squeaky voice. "Be quick! This will be an exciting lesson!"

With a nod, Dean left to go back into the classroom. Harry smiled sadly at his dorm mate, he knew Dean and Seamus were boyfriends. He remembered walking into the dorm room unannounced and catching them snogging on Dean's bed and the time he caught them holding hands at the Quidditch World Cup. He wished he could do that with a guy someday. Well, a certain whitish-blonde-haired Slytherin wizard.

The professor got up on a rock he conjured from a stone as soon as he saw the rest of his class come into view. He smiled at his class. "Now, today we will be learning the spell 'Avis'," the professor informed them. "Can anybody tell me about what it is?"

Hermione's hand shot right up. She knew the spell of course. Why wouldn't she? She always reads about spells and potions before the actual term starts.

"Ah, Miss Granger as always," said the professor and his smile widened. She's the top in her class as always. "Do enlighten us on the charm and its purpose, please."

Hermione nodded at the order. "Most certainly," she said sweetly. "Avis is a spell that conjures a flock of birds. You can make them do anything; attack or defend."

"Very good, Miss Granger," the professor squeaked, raised his wand, and swished it in the air. "Avis!" In a matter of seconds, budgerigars came out of nowhere, soured down to the professor and circled around him. "Get out your wands, everyone, and practice the spell. However, don't point your wand at anybody, that will make the birds think you either want to attack the person or defend you."

Harry reached inside his robe, pulled out his wand from its pocket and pointed his wand up in the air, "Avis!" He watched the skies and saw ravens fly down and circle around him. He chuckled as one raven landed on his shoulder and he petted that raven on its head. He looked over to Draco and saw white doves circling around him and one on his shoulder. He made eye contact with the blonde Slytherin and gave him a smile and Draco grinned at him.

Harry played around with his birds, feeding them even if it was just a conjuring spell. He looked over at Ron and noticed his cockatoos were getting all feisty. He smiled and looked over at Draco. As soon as Draco saw Harry staring, he winked at him. Harry turned to pet his ravens with a blush on his face.

*****

Harry and Draco decided to meet each other back in the library's secret room after dinner. He had his broom and invisibility cloak with him. It took him a few minutes to escape Ron and Hermione, but he managed to talk them out of where he was going. Of course, Hermione knew who he was going to see. She's been talking with Harry a lot about his and Draco's relationship, Hermione always sighed when she heard Harry say, "We're just friends." But she couldn't help but think with a knowing smile, Not for long.

Harry entered through the door into the library's secret room, the first thing he saw was Draco sitting on the couch reading a book, the practise snitch buzzing in the air above him. He just stood there at the door, admiring the view in front of him. Draco's blonde hair was as perfect as it ever has been, it was shining almost golden due to the flames in the fireplace. His pale complexion glowed with the dancing flames of the fireplace. The Slytherin was focused on the book he was reading.

Draco smirked, knowing Harry had just come in and had been staring at him. It was great getting Harry's attention, it's something he's always wanted and now he has it. "Enjoying the view, Potter?" he couldn't help but ask as he turned a page over in his book. It actually wasn't his book. It belonged in this room and was quite interesting to read. It was about how the snitch was made.

Harry flushed at what Draco said that was true. He was enjoying looking at the view in front of him. "I-, n-no..." he stuttered and cursed himself for the stuttering as it was a big giveaway. "Yes, I am enjoying the view." He rubbed slightly at his neck and saw Draco turn his body around to look up at him from his book. He saw a flash of emotion through Draco's silver eyes: surprise, need and passion...? "Enjoying the view of me catching the snitch quite soon," he quickly corrected before anything accidentally came out wrong. That's when he noticed what Draco was wearing. A dark cashmere sweater with black fleece joggers and his usual Dragon scale boots.

Draco wished Harry meant something else. It would make everything a little easier. "In your dreams, Harry," he said with a smirk on his lips. He knows that even in his own dream he can see Harry meaning what he says. What's with the baggy clothes Harry was wearing though? They looked as if they would fit a bigger male. Those tracksuit pants were way to big on Harry and they were being held up with a black belt. But that Black hoodie, he admits, he finds Harry quite cute in.

"Not if I can actually win back the snitch, which I believe I can," Harry said with a playful grin, and a gleam showed in his green eyes, making Draco feel amused and also a little playful. The Slytherin was pondering what Harry could do that would beat him to the snitch.

Draco smiled in a challenging way and he seemed quite relaxed where he was. "Alright," He said and walked to the small bookshelves, grabbing his broom and the practise snitch and faced the handsome Gryffindor. "Shall we?"

Harry nodded and asked for Draco's arm to link with as a little gesture. "We shall, and I am winning back the snitch!"

"We'll see about that," said Draco cheekily as he linked arms with Harry, giving him what they both wanted until the little match.

Harry and Draco exited the secret room, as soon as they were at the wall and pulled the trigger, they hid under the invisibility cloak. The darkness of the library engulfed them; shadows reigned from parts of the castle as they walked to the Willow tree in silence. That silence stopped as they reached the Willow tree, Harry took the invisibility cloak off the both of them and placed it beside the trunk of the tree. Once he stood back up his eyes met with Draco's eyes and he distracted himself by mounting his Firebolt and hovering in the air.

Draco smiled, mounted his Nimbus 2001, and looked over to Harry, "Race you!" He then took off, flying around the castle towards the Quidditch Pitch. Harry grunted and soared after the Slytherin. He leaned down on his broom and accelerated faster, coming closer and closer to Draco. As soon as they were at the Quidditch Pitch, Harry cast a "Lumos" on the snitch and let it go. The glowing snitch immediately flew across the Pitch with Harry and Draco in pursuit. Draco followed every move that Harry made, in tight formation behind him. Attempting to shake him off Harry went higher in a vertical barrel roll than he usually would fly, and then doubled back and flew straight down towards the ground.

Draco sighed and turned around; he knew better than to dive for the snitch. But of course, he watched as Harry dived after the snitch. Harry and his daring Gryffindor Bravery. Before Harry was too close to the ground, he manoeuvred up and sped straight forward trying to capture the snitch. The snitch darted up into the air and so did Harry. He didn't dare to look back to where Draco was, but he knew he would have spotted the snitch too.

Harry saw the snitch flying straight towards the Slytherin Quidditch stands. He kept at it, knowing he had only a few feet more. He stretched out his hand and made his Firebolt go faster. The Slytherin Quidditch stands were nearing in front of him and with a final burst, he snatched the snitch from the air. He immediately pulled up and to the right to avoid colliding with the Slytherin stand. He sighed, grateful he took that sharp turn and looked over at Draco.

"Have you gone bonkers?" Draco shouted at him as he came closer. He nearly had a heart attack when watching Harry dive for the snitch. It was so dangerous, and he could have gotten seriously injured! How would he have to explain to Madam Pomphrey that he has been out at night playing a little round of 'Catch the Snitch' with Harry? "You practically flew straight into the stands!"

Harry tossed the snitch into the air and caught it with a grin. Finally, he got it this round instead of Draco. "We can just call that the 'Potter Feint'. It doesn't have the same ring to it as the Wronski Feint, though."

"You really are nuts," Draco said with a slow shake of his head. He was sitting on his broom just staring at Harry with concern and worry. Harry would do anything to get what he wants even if it's too dangerous.

Harry shrugged and smiled, "At least I know how to fly." Draco snorts. Harry felt a little stupid for saying that. He's like the king of saying stupid stuff. That's just great.

"Barely," said Draco with a smirk. He knows how well Harry can fly. Harry practically dived for the snitch and luckily flew up when he was a few feet from the ground. Harry just has luck on his side. He has gotten through the first task but what about the second task and the third?

Harry raised an eyebrow at what the Slytherin had said. It sounds to him that Draco doesn't think he can fly. Oh, but he can. When Quidditch starts up again he will show him who can fly. Good luck Draco Malfoy, you would need it, he wanted to say.

"I'm sorry," Draco said and raised his hands up in surrender. "It's just my Malfoyness trying to tear itself out." What he said made Harry chuckle because Harry could see a clear vision of a little devil in Draco trying to claw its way out of the jail cell it was trapped in.

"Go on then," said Harry and crossed his arms over his chest, amused at what this is becoming. "Let it out." He wouldn't mind hearing the Malfoy in Draco once again, he kind of missed him. He does see both sides of Draco during the day though. The git still comes out during the day when he sees Draco pushing his way through the crowd of students. But the nice and sweet side of Draco he has gotten to know comes out when he's around.

Draco raised an eyebrow as he said, "Are you sure?" He didn't want to hurt Harry at all even if Harry told him to. He knows Harry would just bottle whatever rude things he or anybody else says to him and keep it inside him so he can wallow in self-pity later. It's what Ivy does and it's not healthy at all.

Harry nodded. He didn't care whatever mean things that came out of other people's mouths. He can take it. He really can. "Do your worst, Draco Malfoy."

Draco sighed and looked Harry up and down, trying to think of something to say but all he could do was check Harry out. At least he could mention one thing. "You call that hair, Potter? It's a bird's nest!" he spat. 

Harry laughed at the 'insult' if he could call it that. It's more of a compliment Draco said than an insult. At least he tried... though he knows Draco can do a lot better. "Is that the best you can do, Draco?"

Draco shook his head with a smile. "No, I can do much worse." He knows he can do a lot worse, but he doesn't want to. It will hurt him if he hurts Harry. He would never forgive himself for it. It would be like he was insulting himself a little. Then he frowned a little at the thought of making Harry feel bad about himself. "But what if I don't want to? What if I don't like insulting you?"

Harry tried to not let out a laugh, but he failed. These conversations keep getting more amusing every single day. "Who are you and what have you done to Draco Malfoy?"

"He's long gone and replaced by someone much better," said Draco with a wink which to his delight made Harry's cheeks burn a little red. "Alright, perhaps he's still locked away inside the good side of me but I'm not letting him out."

"Right," said Harry, seeming a little disbelieving. He knows the Malfoy in Draco can never be replaced. He is still locked deep within Draco somewhere and he adores that mean side of him. He finds pissing the Slytherin off fun.  "Anyway, we should head back. I don't need a 'Tempus' to tell us it's late."

Draco nodded, winked, and flew off towards the castle. Harry ignored the flush on his cheeks and soared after Draco. By the time they got back to the Willow tree, dismounted their brooms, pulled on the invisibility cloak, and headed inside they were fairly tired. They had their brooms tucked under their arms tightly so the brooms wouldn't move the cloak upwards.

Draco yawned a little when they were back inside the warm castle corridors. He didn't feel like walking all the way down to the Slytherin common room. "Isn't the transfiguration courtyard closer to us than our own house dormitories?"

Harry looked beside him at the Slytherin a little curiously and nodded. "Yes, the Transfiguration Courtyard is much closer to us than we are to our dorms," he said, unsure about what Draco was getting at. "Why do you ask?"

"I want to sleep in-," Draco tried but was cut off by Harry. He didn't mind though. All he wants to do is find somewhere comfy to sleep even if he rather it be his own bed in the dormitory.

"Hold on," Harry said with disbelief. He just couldn't believe that Draco would sleep in some 100-year-old bed that hadn't been used in centuries. Was he being serious or joking? "You're not actually thinking of going into that room that changes to sleep, right?"

"I am thinking of sleeping there, yes," Draco said earnestly, smiling slightly at Harry and how he thinks he doesn't believe him. Even he wouldn't believe himself for saying such a thing. But the room does seem neat, and the cleaning magic still works in the room, so he has a good feeling that there won't be any rats living down there. Or so he hopes. "I just want to sleep as soon as I can."

"You can just head down to the Slytherin dormitories to sleep," Harry suggests to him. The dungeon entrance was just by the Grand Hall. It wasn't that far actually. Just a few minutes of walking.

Draco shook his head as he said, "No." He doesn't exactly want to wake up his dorm mates like the last time he did. And he knows Ivy would be waiting for him with unanswered questions which he doesn't want to answer. "A Malfoy always gets their beauty sleep."

Harry snorts at what Draco said. At least the Slytherin gets his sleep, not like Harry ever does. "Aww!" he coed in a mock-baby tone and placed a hand over his heart while his other hand helped support the invisibility cloak covering them from the world. "Does poor little Dwayco also want me to tell him a bedtime story and give him a kiss goodnight?"

Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry, a little annoyed that Harry would talk to him like that and that he would need a sodding child bedtime story. However, he definitely wanted that kiss goodnight from Harry. He could already picture Harry sneakily giving him a kiss on the cheek or forehead. Or even better, right on the lips. The thought made him warm and fluttery inside.

Harry decided to not speak of anything else as he knew he made Draco a little provoked. "So, you still want to go to the room?" he asked just to change the topic back to what Draco wanted. Draco gave a nod, and a strand of his blonde hair fell over his eyes. Harry just wants to push that strand back from those pretty silver eyes... "Right-o."

"Thank you," said Draco and he blew the strand of hair out of his eyes, while Harry watched him without blinking. Draco didn't want to sleep in a yellow room full of plants that could strangle him in his sleep. That's what he thought though.

"No worries," Harry said and still couldn't believe that Draco would sleep in such a room. The two boys walked to the Transfiguration courtyard and stopped as they reached the familiar blank wall. Draco closed his eyes and Harry felt as if Draco was filling asleep next to him but then the door appeared. The boys entered the lightened room from the Lumos Maxima they cast last time they were there.

Draco instantly walked over to the bed at the very back of the room decorated in deep green blankets and pillows, feeling sleep making his eyelids droop a little and he leaned his Nimbus 2001 on the wall beside the bedside table there. Yawning, he crawled on the bed to the pillows and turned around to look over at Harry. He tucked his legs under the deep green sheets and Duna of the bed. "Are you heading back to Gryffindor Tower to sleep or are you staying here with me?"

Harry flushed as he walked over to the bed, placed his Firebolt next to Draco's Nimbus 2001 and leaned on one of the beautifully carved wooden posters of the bed. The entire wooden structure of the bed was carved beautifully. He didn't think Draco would ask that kind of question, asking if he could stay with him. He didn't exactly want to leave Draco in here all by himself. "Uhm, I'm not sure," he says and then notices a part of Draco's shirt is up, showing his abdomen. He quickly blinks and looks back up into silver eyes. "If Ron wakes up and finds I'm not sleeping or isn't in the common room, well, I don't know what he'd do."

Draco was thinking of making a pouty face at Harry just to make him stay, but he just sighed. He didn't want to be here all alone and in a room. He would rather Harry be here with him all night but if Harry wants to go... "Can you stay here with me, please?"

Harry gave him a quizzical look, "Why?" he asked out of curiosity. The thought of Draco fearing the dark popped into his mind, but he just didn't believe it at all. "It's not like there is a ghost down here that'll pop in and say Boo!"

Draco smiled at the thought of sleeping with Harry in the same bed. He didn't like the sound of a ghost floating in and scaring him. He patted the other side of him on the bed, gesturing for Harry to sit down. "Well, one could do."

Harry shook his head at the thought of a ghost ever finding them here. How do ghosts become... ghosts? It's a worldwide conspiracy theory. "Not likely."

"Please stay with me," Draco asked with a little pout that made Harry smile, and in a pleading tone. He hoped this would work. At least he made the green-eyed Gryffindor smile again. That's one of his daily goals in life. "I don't want to get haunted."

Harry rolled his eyes at the impossible thought of getting haunted. "Fine," He said as he walked over to the wardrobe on the other side of the bedroom and looked for some Pajamas in the drawers. Surprisingly, he found a blue and green set of checkered guy Pyjamas. They were good enough. He would have liked red though. He wanted to shower; he looked over and saw a door at the other end of the room. "I'm going for a shower; I'll be back soon."

Draco nodded and watched Harry disappear into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. Draco blinked. Wait, this room had a bathroom? He heard a shower turn on and he just sat there, listening to the shower in the bathroom with a supposedly naked Harry Potter. He shuffled to the right side of the bed. It was weird being in a bed that's not his, it was much comfier. But, not as comfy as his own bed back at Malfoy Manor.

As soon as he knew it, the shower had turned off. He lay down on the blankets and looked up at the ceiling tapestry. He heard the bathroom door open, close, then heard footsteps walk over to him. He sat up and watched as Harry in blue checkered pyjamas placed those baggy clothes down on the end of the bed and got into bed beside him. "Do I still get told a bedtime story?" he asked as he then got out of bed, wanting to have a shower so he could get back into the nice warm bed.

Harry covered the blankets up past his waist and he leaned back on the dark wooden bed head. "Not tonight, Draco," he said and looked around his surroundings, finding something to do while Draco took a shower. All he saw were books over at the bookcases in the far-right corner of the room.

Draco smirked and said as he headed towards the bathroom, "Damn, I also looking forward to a goodnight kiss." He gave a wink and turned around. Harry blushed at the thought of giving Draco a kiss goodnight and summoned a few books over to him with an "Accio!" to distract his mind. Harry looked at the titles of the books, seeing as they're quite old by the cover and noticed that most of these were about boring stuff like the planets in the stars and what they apparently mean, about the spirits of the forest such as Wendigo's, Dogmen, tree spirits et cetera.

Harry looked up at the closed bathroom door and realized Draco hadn't grabbed the green set of pyjamas from the wardrobe. Not thinking clearly, he placed the stack of books on the bedside table beside him and rushed over to the wardrobe, pulling out the green pyjamas and turning to the bathroom door. He opened the bathroom door and blinked at the sight he was seeing.

Draco Malfoy was shirtless in the middle of the bathroom and had just levitated his shirt with a "Wingardium Leviosa!" over to the sink. Harry wolf-whistled at the Slytherin and couldn't help but stare at Draco's flat stomach, his chest, and his pink nipples that were on show to him. Draco is just so beautiful and damn attractive. "Oh my god, I am so sorry," he said quickly and covered his eyes, his arm extended out to hand Draco the pajamas.

Draco blushed a little from Harry seeing what he looked like under a shirt and grabbed the pajamas from Harry that he forgot to get beforehand. "Thank you, for the pajamas," he said and placed them on the sink beside his clothes. "And it's fine, really." He didn't mind at all that Harry came in at this time. It's just if he was taking his pants off... then he would have snapped. He knows that he and Harry both have the same... parts, but he likes his privacy.

Harry had to blink to stop looking at Draco's chest, and he nodded and closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against the door and dipped his chin to his chest, sighing from the memory of the incredible view he just saw. He eventually went back to the bed and got back under the covers, starting to read the book about earthly spirits. Dogmen was a little intriguing and apparently muggles have seen them. The book told him that they look a little like werewolves with a wolf head, big broad furry shoulders, and the Dogmen stand on two hind legs. They also have eye colours of amber and light blue.

While Harry got interested in the book he was reading, Draco quickly had his shower and headed out of the bathroom and back to bed. He smiled at Harry and scooted in next to Harry on the right side of the bed. "What are you reading?"

Harry, a little startled as he was so intrigued by the book looked beside him at Draco in green pajamas. "Oh, it's just a book on earthly spirits," he said as he turned the page over to see the title of a beast named a Yeti. He's heard of the Yeti before. Every muggle has too. The beast that lives in the snowy mountain ranges of the Himalayas.

"Earthly spirits?" Draco repeated and he had a look of total confusion on his face. He has never heard of Earthly spirits before. Ghosts, yes. But not Earth spirits. "What are Earth spirits? I've never heard of them."

Harry raised an eyebrow, not believing that Draco wouldn't know of these spirits if they were in a book found in Hogwarts. "Well, these spirits can be good and bad. Some roam the land, protecting it from bad people like loggers. If anyone were to see those protecting spirits, they would gain bad luck for a certain period of time. Some evil spirits include the Wendigo, Bigfoot, Krampus, Slenderman, Rougarou and Dogmen. There are many more bad spirits though. Some good spirits include the Jackalope, Wolpertinger, Leshy and the Tikbalang."

"I honestly have no idea what any of those spirits are and that they even existed," said Draco as he leaned closer to Harry and looked down at the page Harry had begun reading. "I know what a Yeti is since it relates to the Bigfoot. A Jackalope I know of and I learnt something new about them thanks to you."

Harry flushed a little because Draco was quite close to him. Close enough to kiss his cheek again... then he heard a yawn from the blonde Slytherin and chuckled at how cute the yawn was. So, he put the book on the bedside table, bookmarking it just by folding the tip of the page inward. He turned around, shuffling further under the sheets until the sheets covered up to his chest. "I guess this is goodnight then."

"I guess it is," Draco said and ran a hand through his blonde hair. Harry couldn't help himself. He reached his hand up to Draco's hair and pushed back the soft locks from those silver eyes that shined with diamonds when looking at him.

Harry rested his head on the pillow and sighed when looking at Draco. He had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming of being in bed with Draco. It was a dream come true for him. "Goodnight, Draco. I wish you a happy rest."

Draco smiled at him and leaned down to kiss Harry's warm forehead. "Goodnight," he said as he leaned back away, heart thumping in his chest when knowing what he had just did. He pulled the blankets over the top of his head with a blush, wondering why on earth he just did that.

When Harry felt Draco's, soft lips touching his forehead, he sighed and wished he could just lean in and end the space between them. Yes, Draco kissed his forehead and kissed his cheek back on the day of the first task, and he saw that heart with his name in it on Draco's work back in a Herbology class. 

He lay there with a blush on his cheeks, still feeling Draco's kiss still lingering on his forehead. It was... those lips were so soft and amazing. He heard little snores coming from next to him and he chuckled at how adorable they sounded. But how could Draco fall asleep this quickly? When Harry knew Draco was actually asleep, he decided to write a reply for Sirius. He had found a very old piece of parchment and an old quill on the bedside table on his side and started to write the letter.

Dear Sirius,

It's no worries, I understand. If Draco and I do get together, don't know when that will be or how it will happen, but we will keep it a secret for as long as we can. I know that Lucius would probably kick Draco out of his house for liking men because apparently, all Purebloods must produce an heir. I will stick by Hermione and Ron although, I am slowly making friends with other people in Hogwarts, Including Draco. Well, since the truce we have been friends. Anyway, what does it mean when someone kisses you on your forehead? Draco uh... kind of did that as we said Goodnight. It felt amazing though. I wish I kissed him. Anyway, If I ever would be put into another Dragon ring again, I'd make sure to use that curse. I'm never not thinking about the next task, it's always on my mind day and night. I will surely keep in touch at least three times a week and tell you if anything unusual is happening. I'm not sure if rambling on about Draco in a letter will leave much space, I'd rather do it in person even if it annoys you. Hehe! Can't wait to hear from you again!

Harry

Harry sighed quietly and sealed the letter in an envelope he found also in the bedside table. He then placed it in the bedside table drawer, covered himself with the blankets and fell asleep next to Draco.

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