A week had passed and it was the day of the first task. It was four in the morning and Draco couldn't sleep. He was nervous, worried, for a reason he couldn't fathom from his mind.

He got up and started pacing the tiled floor of the dormitory, tapping his fingers together, agitated.

Eventually his pacing began to irritate him and he couldn't take much more of the stuffy bedroom.

Slipping on his shoes quickly, Draco silently made his way out of the room, trying not to disturb his fellow Slytherins.

Shutting the door quietly behind him, he crept down the spiral staircase and across the common room, coming to the door.

The boy eased out of it slowly, and stayed close to the walls of Hogwarts. He slithered down the endless corridors and hallways, before coming to a stop as he neared the outside.

He walked a few more strides, before he was fully exposed to the cool morning air, his lungs taking deep breaths.

The sky was still dark, and everything became still and silent. The stars shone, little beads of light beaming down at him. It was truly beautiful.

The breeze whipped at Draco's hair, but he didn't make any amends to flatten it back down. No one was out here anyway.

Draco was about to turn to go back to the Slytherin common room, when some movement over by the lake caught his eye.

He stopped and looked past the grounds to the edge of the lake where a figure was standing, his back turned, with his hands in his pockets.

The mop of back hair told Draco exactly who was standing at the waters' edge. He wanted to go back to bed as he was getting cold, but his curiosity overpowered him.

Draco walked the full length of the grounds, to the edge of the lake, where Harry was standing a few meters away.

"Potter?" Draco whispered.

Harry jumped, and turned around in surprise. "Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," the blonde replied. The two stared at each other for a few moments before Draco looked away sheepishly.

"Sorry I scared you, I couldn't sleep," Draco mumbled, looking at the floor.

"Neither could I," Harry stopped and looked towards the forest, rubbing his eyes.

Draco felt the same feeling as he had felt when he found out about Pansy and the badges, and it ate at him.

After a few minutes of intense awkward silence, Draco looked up at Harry to see confusion etched on the shorter boy's face.

Draco knew Harry was looking for answers, as he had put Harry in intense confusion and frustration for the past week or so.

The Slytherin sat down on the bank and crossed his legs, resting his head in his hand, looking up at Harry.

The latter looked as confused as ever, if this were even possible, and took a few steps back.

Draco sighed and broke eye contact, rubbing his eyes with his hands. He looked at Harry who was still standing, and caught sight of the boys feet. They were bare and blue.

"Potter! Why aren't you wearing any shoes?" Draco exclaimed.

"What? I couldn't be bothered to put them on," Harry shrugged, his eyebrows raised at the fact he and Malfoy were having a somewhat civil conversation.

"Why do you even care, Malfoy?" Harry asked, not entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"And I'm not just talking about now. I mean this past week, you've been acting different towards me. Where have the insults and threats gone?"

Harry rattled off his unanswered questions, unable to keep them bottled inside him any longer.

Draco just picked at the grass, staring silently across the water. Of course he knew the answer. But he couldn't accept it. He wouldn't. But he knew sooner or later he'd have to.

Harry sighed at the silent boy next to him and slumped onto the patch of grass beside the blonde. He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.

A couple of minutes passed and when he finally looked up again he found Malfoy gazing at him, his eyes different. They were different.. They were...

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. How could he tell Potter? They were enemies. He wouldn't take it well at all. All Draco knew was that his feelings and insides were going haywire just looking at Harry.

His beautiful green irises, the soft flop of his fringe which always caught in his eyes, and the way his glasses sat perfectly on the smooth bridge of his nose.

Draco looked away, embarrassed at himself for thinking such incredulous thoughts. But he couldn't help it. Harry was just so..

'Perfect..." the little voice said in his mind.

Draco made himself speak to distract himself from the Gryffindor.

"Potter, look. There are things.. things you don't understand. And I can't tell you why I'm being civil towards you, or why my eyes are..." He trailed off, unable to carry on, unable to finish, unable to look at Harry.

Harry felt something in his chest as he looked at the blonde boy in front of him. He had never seen him so vulnerable. It made him feel.. something.

Harry was silent. He wanted answers badly. He wanted to bring up the incident in the library, however he was 't sure how Draco would react.

The raven-haired boy was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a shuffle from next to him. He turned to see Draco was sitting facing him, studying him closely.

"Are you nervous?" Draco said it hardly above a whisper and Harry barely heard it.

Harry gulped. Yes he was. Extremely nervous. But he was trying not to think about the tournament just yet. He still had a few hours.

The Gryffindor nodded, looking down at his lap, biting his lip.

Something inside Draco stirred. A mixture of affection and adoration. Where was this coming from? He wanted it to stop. But he couldn't. Something about Harry kept drawing him in, pulling him closer. He couldn't stop.

"You'll be okay," Draco whispered, his eyes still trained on the boy curled up into himself in front him. So vulnerable, so little, so...

Harry looked up at him and their eyes locked, an unspoken conversation occurring between the two.

It felt like hours they were sitting there, just staring at each other, taking in every detail, every part and feature of the other's body and face.

It was when Draco coughed that both boys realised how near they were and sprang apart, accidently brushing hands in the process.

A shock ran through both bodies, a spark that connected in their fingers. Harry's eyes widened, whilst Draco's stayed on Harry's hand.

They looked up at the same time, shock etched on both faces, before Draco stood ubruptly.

"I have to go," he said, swallowing and looking anywhere but at Harry. "Good luck in the tournament."

Harry didn't even get a chance to say thank you because Draco had turned and bolted to the castle, leaving Harry sitting on the grass, watching his retreating figure.

Still sitting on the grass by the lake, Harry inhaled sharply, different feelings of shock, confusion and embarrassment pulsating through him. But there was something else. Other feelings. Want, need, compassion. The list was endless.

And there was one more thing. Draco's eyes. They just kept... changing.

The once silvery-grey Harry had seen for years, kept flashing and changing whenever Draco was around Harry.

Draco's eyes kept changing to a deep shade of blue.
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Draco was jittery. He was nervous for Harry and he didn't like the feeling. He, Pansy, Blaise and the rest of the Slytherins were sitting at breakfast. The first task would start in one hour and Draco was dreading it.

He looked up towards the Gryffindor table to see Harry glancing around the hall uneasily, his fingers tapping on the wood of the table. Harry's nervousness was making Draco feel sick. It was like their emotions were connecting to each other's.

The Slytherin noticed the dark-haired boy hadn't touched his food. At that precise moment Harry looked over to him and the two locked eyes. Draco sensed how scared the boy was and wanted to hug him.

'You need to eat,' Draco mouthed at Harry. The Gryffindor just shook his head and turned away. Draco sighed, unable to do anything about it.

The blonde was annoyed. Potter should be eating. Even if he's nervous, he should still eat, it could be bad for his health.

Perhaps he was over-reacting. It was only one meal after all. But even so, Draco tried to grab Harry's attention again, but the boy didn't look his way.

Draco huffed and slumped on the table, his head in his hands.

"Draco? What's wrong?" Pansy's voice rang from next to him.

"Hm?" Draco lifted his head and faced her. "Oh, nothing," he pulled a fake smile.

Pansy didn't buy it. "Draco, what's up? You've been acting really odd this whole time. What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, Pans, really, I'm fine." But even as the words spilled from Draco's mouth, he glanced over at Harry, who was looking paler and paler by the second.

Something in Draco's heart tugged at the sight of him so vulnerable, and all he wanted to do was go and tell him it was all going to be okay.

Draco assumed he'd been staring a little too long at Harry, for Pansy was looking between the two boys and seemed to be catching on.

She said nothing, but held her eyes on Draco accusingly for the rest of breakfast. When Draco finally dared to look over at Harry once again, he found his space empty. Something inside Draco burned slightly, like a hole, a gap.

He swallowed, trying to keep his feelings down. He hated it being like this. He hated how he was feeling. But he was slowly coming to accept it, even though he knew the consequences.
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Draco was searching. He was searching everywhere for the boy with the glasses and green eyes.

Where the hell do the bloody champions go before the tasks?! Draco thought wildly as he ran along the halls of Hogwarts.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't realise he had collided with a firm body. He stumbled back, his hand to his head where he had hit it.

"Malfoy? Uh.. are you okay?"

Draco's head snapped up at the sound of Harry's voice, and relief flooded him.

"Potter. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Um.. I was actually coming to look for you," Draco mumbled, looking at the floor.

"You were?" Harry's voice was one of surprise, and something else. Was that.. delight? Happiness?

"Um, uh yeah.." Draco trailed off, as he gazed into Harry's emerald eyes, becoming lost in a sea of green once more.

Harry noticed Draco's eyes flashing to a deep blue as they travelled down Harry's face, across his nose and eventually lingering on his lips.

Harry himself was falling through the stunning beauty of the Slytherin in front of him. The white-blonde hair that was being constantly pushed back with a delicate, nible hand, the perfect silver of the eyes, which were constantly changing to a beautiful sea blue whenever around the Gryffindor.

The sharpness of his nose, which pulled every feature into place, and the pink, perfect lips which were just silently begging for a soft touch.

The two were so engrossed in each other, they didn't comprehend footsteps sounding from the next corridor.

Draco looked up sharply and grabbed Harry's wrist, dragging him into a small broom cupboard. He immediately placed a firm hand over Harry's mouth, refusing to let his surprised cries past it.

The Gryffindor's muffled exclamations immediately ceased as the footsteps slowed down to stop outside the door.

The only thing that could be heard was the ragged breathing of both boys. Harry's heart was pumping wildly at the fear of being discovered, but also the fact that his body was tightly pressed to Draco's.

The latter slowly took his hand away from the shorter boy's mouth and put a finger to his lips whilst shaking his head, the whole while never breaking eye contact.

Both boys stood pressed together, silent as they waited for the person to leave. Draco massaged circles into the inside of Harry's wrist, trying to calm him. Harry gulped, as this made him feel anything but calm.

Finally the footsteps receded down the corridor in which they had come and the Slytherin and Gryffindor breathed sighs of relief.

"That was close," Harry whispered, feeling as though if he talked any louder he would disturb.. something.

"Yeah," Draco breathed, looking down at Harry.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before Harry said, "Malfoy, I need to go, I forgot my wand and I'm already late for the first task."

He turned to open the door before Draco grabbed his wrist once more and span him round to face him.

"Pleasebecarefulinthistournamentyouc'antdie" Draco gabbled, avoiding Harry's eyes, but not letting go of his wrist.

"What?" Harry asked, not understanding.

Draco took a deep breath. "I said, please be careful in this tournament. I-I... Potter look, y-you can't die. Okay?" Draco breathed, glad he'd gotten it off his chest.

"Oh so now you want me alive?! I thought last week you said you wanted me to die in this tournament?" Harry had become angry and his face was set on Draco's, menacingly.

Draco's own words echoed in his head. 'Never mind, Potter, I hope you die in this tournament anyway.'

"Listen, Potter, I didn't mean it, I swear, I was just really angry that day." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Just please, Potter. Y-you can't d-die." Draco was becoming panicky for some unknown reason.

"Malfoy, wha-?" Harry was confused and feeling beyond disorientated with what he was feeling.

"Don't say anything, don't ask me why, nothing. I just need you to promise me." Draco said, trying to stay calm, but he could feel his insides jumping around.

"Malfoy, I-" Harry started, but was stopped.

"Promise me." Draco took a step closer, his face set on Harry. His expression was stern and hard.

"I can't," Harry sighed. "You know I can't promise something like that."

And before Draco could do anything to stop him, Harry was out the door, leaving Draco with an emptiness and feeling crushed.
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The canon sounded. People cheered as Harry clambered out onto the rocks, however it stopped ubruptly as a roar came from the dragon.

Draco was in the stands, watching closely, Pansy and Blaise beside him.

"Bet you ten galleons Potter won't last ten minutes," Pansy smirked as she turned to Blaise.

"Five minutes," Blasie replied, laughing.

"You're on," Pansy laughed.

Draco felt sick. The fact that his friends had no idea how he felt about all of this made him want to throw up. Potter could die. Didn't they care? He could die. Draco felt ill.

He had been trying to push these feelings down for the past half hour but nothing worked. He had been at a constant mental fight with his feelings for the last few days. But today especially. He just couldn't figure out how he felt.

Draco knew Harry was supposed to be his enemy. But he also knew something else. The thing no one could ever find out about. The thing he swore he'd never tell anyone. And that thing was what was drawing him closer to Harry, pulling him in, closer and closer each day and it was starting to scare him how fast everything was moving. Draco couldn't help himself, even if he tried to drawback from his feelings.

"Draco? Are you alright? You've gone a bit pale," Pansy was saying from next to him.

"Fine," Draco bit back shortly.

He wasn't bothered about her now. All his attention was on Harry. Harry, who had mysteriously disappeared. He had disappeared, and Draco hadn't even noticed because he was too busy fighting his battle of thoughts from within him.

"Where did he go?!" Draco practically shouted at Blaise, trying not to let his worry and desperation show.

"Dunno," Blasie laughed. "But I hope he's dead, then we'd all have a much more peaceful life." He smirked.

Pansy grinned. "I hope he hasn't died. Who will we have to pick on 24/7?"

Draco gripped the bar in front of him tightly to stop himself from punching the two right in the mouths.

Draco was practically going out of his mind, and his friends didn't even realise. Not that he wanted them to know how he felt about Potter.

Suddenly a woosh of air above his head brought him back to the stadium and he nearly cried out in delight at the sight of Harry as the boy enclosed his hand around the golden egg.

Draco let out a breath he hadn't even realised he'd been holding and his heartbeat decreased slightly.

It was okay. Harry was okay. He didn't die. And for some reason that made Draco's heart swell with an emotion he had been feeling all too much for the past week.
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Harry was walking up to the castle, broom in hand, having just flown round the quidditch pitch to let off some steam.

He ran a hand through is black floppy hair and trudged through the castle grounds.

He was just coming up to the stone circle when he spotted a figure leaning on one of the high rocks, arms folded across his broad chest, his right leg crossed across the other.

Harry neared and made out the farmiliar face of Draco Malfoy, as he stood watching him.

"Malfoy," Harry said as he reached within earshot. "What are you doing here? It's gone midnight."

Draco was silent for a few seconds before replying. "I was watching you, up there, flying. You... You're really good."

Draco was grateful it was dark, for he was certain his face had turned a deep shade of purple.

Harry bit his lip and looked down, trying to hide his smile. There was something about the Slytherin that he just couldn't pull himself away from.

Draco's heart melted at the sight of Harry. He looked so adorably cute when he bit his lip and it drove him crazy.

Harry glanced up and breathed out a thank you. He took in Draco's body, his perfect face, the hair that looked so unbelievably soft. Harry's breath caught when he noticed the non-existant silver, but the now deep blue of Draco's eyes. They were so beautiful.

"Y-you didn't die," Draco said.

"Why, Malfoy, I didn't know you cared," Harry giggled.

Draco's heart skipped a beat. Harry's laugh was angelic. And he giggled.

Draco made a strange noise in the back of his throat as he watched Harry push his hair back. He was still sweaty from flying and it clung to his defined muscles along his arms. Draco suspected the boy had abs under his quidditch uniform.

And his eyes. Draco wished Harry would take his glasses off just so he could see the boy's beautiful green irises more clearly.

"I'm going to go inside, Malfoy, I haven't slept in a while," Harry whispered, as though saying it any louder would ruin the moment.

Harry gave him a small smile and turned to walk through the castle doors.

Draco watched him leave and immediately felt a small hole in his heart.

And Draco couldn't deny it. Harry was intoxicating. He was like a drug; something Draco wanted but shouldn't have. He could close his eyes to the things he didn't want to see, but knew he couldn't close his heart to the things he didn't want to feel.

And he had no idea that Harry felt exactly the same.