The sky swirled with stars, beautiful shades of blue and purple dancing across the sky. Draco sat on the grass, for once not caring if his robes got a little dirty. That would probably startle everyone in this timeline, thinking Draco was as uptight as they came. But he just smiled to himself, staring at the night, listening to the quiet and sometimes disturbing sounds coming from the forest in the distance. He knew Harry would be there any moment to discuss the first task, but Draco still let his eyes close for just a moment, falling back on the ground. He heard a sharp intake of breath and shot up, leaping to his feet and whipping out his wand.

No one was there. Or at least, he couldn't see anyone there. "Potter?" He asked hesitantly, eyes darting all around.

A swoosh of fabric ruffled the air, distorting reality around him for a moment. Harry stood in front of him, looking sheepish. "Sorry, you looked...peaceful, I almost didn't want to bother you."

Draco laughed, even though he wanted to do anything but laugh. "Just waiting for you."

"You have grass on your robes," Potter gestured with his wand and Draco shrugged.

"Won't kill me. Unlike that dragon if you don't have a proper plan."

"I must be going mental," Potter muttered.

"Oh?" Draco sneered, "you're just now realizing that?"

"Sod off!" Harry punched him in the shoulder, making Draco's heart leap in his chest. "You're usually so...you."

"How eloquent, Potter. Now, if you're done gawking at me and would like to hear how to not die, let me know."

"Sorry, I'm ready," Harry plopped on the grass with a hard thud, making Draco snort before gracefully joining him on the ground.

"Well, you know what happened in second year, right?" Draco said, watching Harry sprawl out on the grass with a stupid grin on his face.

Draco quickly reminded himself that this was just a rouse, a sick plan to humiliate Potter and keep his own arse from eternal torture.

"Dray?" Harry looked at him with concern written all over his face. Draco realized he'd spaced out.

"Sorry," wait. Had Harry called him 'Dray?' "Just a little tired."

Harry leaned toward him, brows furrowed, scar somehow more prominent in the moonlight. "Do you want to do this in the morning?"

"No, no. I'm good now. Maybe I just need a Pep Up potion...Anyway, second year. With the snake."

"I remember," Harry shuttered. "I wish I didn't but I remember."

"Dragons are related to snakes."

"And?"

"Obviously, Potter, you can talk to snakes."

"That doesn't mean I can talk to dragons," Harry said. Were they somehow closer than before, Draco thought they were closer. Did Harry's eyes always look so...green? They must, what else would they be?

"Not now, but with a little practice you'd be able to. With some help from me, of course."

"You know how to talk to dragons?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"No, but I know how to read. And I can get Snape to give me permission to use the Restricted Section. You're too infamous to get anywhere near there. Anyone sees you poking around and they'd think you're up to no good. I know that if we just work on it a little bit you'll be able to talk to a dragon, no problem. Or at least enough for it to get the gist. All you need to do is tell the dragon the golden egg doesn't belong to her and is threatening her real eggs and you're there to save the day!"

Harry laughed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Draco inhaled, heart thundering. He looked so...so... Draco couldn't find the words but quickly looked away when Harry met his stare. "You really think a dragon would believe that?"

"Dragons aren't like other animals, Scarface. They're brilliant. Smarter than you."

"I believe you," Harry said, leaning toward Draco, "I trust you."

Draco blinked, glad the darkness hid the blush on his pale face. "You trust me?"

Harry nodded, "Yes. I trust you, don't make me regret it, git."

Harry hugged Draco, his thin body so frail. He felt like he hardly ate but Draco just hugged him back, burying his face in Harry's cloak. He smelled nice, like broom polish. Draco never wanted to let him go but forced himself to pull away, still keeping an arm on Harry's shoulder. "Thank you," he blinked, trying to keep his eyes from watering.

"For what?"

"For giving me a second chance."

"Anything for you," Harry said, standing up with a hesitant grin. Did he really mean that? Or was it just a thing Harry told anyone he was friends with?

"Goodnight, Scarface," Draco smiled and stood, pulling his cloak close to his chest.

"Goodnight, Draco."

Draco woke with a start, heart pounding in his ears. He could hear the distant laughter, a strangely familiar voice mocking him, calling out his name. "Dracooooo," it whispered in a sing-song voice.

Draco looked all around him but no one was there. All he could see was a pair of cold grey eyes from underneath a dark hood. Draco furrowed his brows, trying to get a better look at the figure looming over him. It had to be the same wizard that sent him here.

He reached out and suddenly felt himself falling through the air, calling out as he tumbled and landed flat on his back. Draco groaned, rubbing his head to see he was in the dormitories; he'd fallen out of bed. How embarrassing. Draco quickly stood before anyone could see what he happened, brushing himself off and reaching for his robes. If anyone saw what happened, he'd be dead. Very dead.

He hurried out of the chambers and down to breakfast, leaving his hair free. He'd grown tired of constantly fixing it, plus after knowing what would happen to his father, he wasn't very scared of him lecturing Draco on "remaining presentable."

Granger stood at the door, blocking his way. "Can you move, Granger?"

"We need to talk," she said, crossing her arms.

"What makes you think I want to talk to a know-it-all like you," Draco sniffed.

"It's about Harry."

Draco shut his mouth.

Hermione grabbed his arm, pulling him toward an alcove. "Why do you care about Harry?"

"Why do you care why I care?"

"Malfoy," she hissed, "I know it was you who stepped between him and Ron. It had to be you. And now Ron won't talk to Harry at all and Ron's miserable and Harry...Harry's not bothered by it at all and you're the only one who could possibly be behind it."

"Is that so?" Draco drawled, leaning against the stone wall. He hoped the pounding of his heart wasn't loud enough for her to hear.

"Harry's been downright...Slytherin lately and it's got to be you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, now if you excuse me, I must eat breakfast before Charms. It's the most important meal of the day, Granger, I'm sure you've read that in one of your books you're always carrying around."

"I saw you two! I followed Harry last night and saw you talking with him out on the grounds," she looked around hurriedly before leaning closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "I saw you hug him."

"Is it illegal to hug a friend?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"But you aren't friends," Hermione said.

"Why? Are you too close-minded to the fact I've changed. Or even worse, that Ha-Potter has changed?"

"I just don't want you being a bad influence on my best friend," Hermione crossed his arms.

Draco waved a hand and walked toward the doors, "Why? You aren't scared, are you?"

He didn't wait for her response, waving a hand and the doors to the Great Hall flung open. He spotted Harry already at the Gryffindor table, staring down at his plate. Not many others were up this early. He glanced behind him. Hermione was standing in the doorway, watching him. Draco winked at her, marching over to where Harry sat. He spotted Weasley at the far side of the table, glaring at Harry. "Hullo Harry," Draco gave him a winning smile, sitting down next to him. "Care to join me in the library during free hour after DADA? I checked out a book we'll find useful."

Harry nodded, blinking down at his empty plate. "Sounds good. You should eat more than...well, orange juice."

"Sorry, I can't eat more than a little bit. I had a few pieces of toast, er, one piece and a little bit of bacon. The Vernons never let me eat much, no food as a punishment and all that, but I'm sure every parent does that."

Draco's eyes widened and Harry caught his strange look. "Well, probably not yours because they give you whatever you want, but normal Muggle parents, I guess."

"Harry," Draco breathed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "That isn't...no one should do that, to anyone."

"Oh uh, I guess I just figured it was normal."

"No, it isn't."

"Well, then, that's uh, that's why I can't eat much, makes me sick. But I've been better, so don't worry Dray, really. I'm fine. I can manage."

"Did they do anything else to you, Harry?" Draco could see the blood draining from Potter's face.

"What? Of course not! They just uh.... Didn't have a ton of money and meals were slim! That's it, yeah."

"Potter," Draco wanted to say more but what on earth would he say?

"Drop it, please. I swear they did nothing to hurt me, nothing."

Draco bit his lip but nodded, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. He saw Weasley sputter, watching them so obviously Draco knew Harry had to have noticed as well. He desperately wanted to hug him to make the redhead even more annoyed, but resisted - anyone could be watching.

"Hey Draco," Harry shoved his plate away from him and swiveled to face Draco. "I was going to stop by Hagrid's after classes are over, I figured he might have more practical dragon knowledge. Do you want to come with me?"

"Hagrid..." Draco wanted to turn up his nose and complain but knew if he was ever going to get Harry on his side, he needed to pick and choose his battles. "I'd love to."

Harry lit up, grinning at him. It made Draco's heart melt. "See you at free hour, then," Harry stood, giving Draco a playful punch before getting up and walking away.

Draco stood, turning to Weasley and sneering. He lifted a single finger in the air before heading to get his own breakfast.

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The guy I like complimented my art work :D
I've been re-reading Harry Potter for the first time in six years and... not enough Drarry haha

Also... gonna get a tattoo probably and I'm a Slytherin so I want some sort of Slytherin tat but not like the crest or anything, that would be boring but I DONT KNOW WHAT TO GET