A/N: Okay here is a new story for everyone! I got my idea from some quotes that I've read. If the chapter relates to a specific quote I will put it in italics under the chapter title. Draco and Harry are going to be in their last year at Hogwarts and they are becoming friends and finding something more between them. Hope you enjoy and let me know! Also check out my sequel Is This the Destiny We Desired? to Are We Destined to Be Alone Forever? Also,I mentioned in my other story that I would love for someone with artistic ability to illustrate my chapters. If you or someone you know does that let me know! Review please!

Chapter 1

Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

Every year Harry Potter has come to King's Cross Station hoping that he would have a stress free, exciting in a good way, safe year at Hogwarts. Every year it doesn't happen. Believe me, there is a lot of excitement, but typically it is not the good kind nor is it stress free and safe. He wasn't expecting his last and final year to be any different. However, things changed over the summer. Voldemort was defeated and there was peace again in the Wizarding world. It was actually a rather easy battle surprisingly. He just keeled over and that was that. Strange is what Harry thought about the whole situation.

He spent the majority of his last summer with the Dursley's reflecting on where his life was heading now. It was a surprisingly calm summer too. It was like the evil veil that was surrounding his world had been lifted and everyone was much happier. It was strange. He actually got along with his relatives. They actually acted like a family. It made it a little harder for him to leave when he did, but it also didn't make it harder to come back. He planned to visit with them again soon.

Harry had gone to Grimmauld before his 17th birthday and had a rather wild night. He didn't realize that as soon as he turned 17, he would be incapacitated for a whole day. Harry didn't even get to have a party, but just as well considering what he had to go through. As soon as midnight hit on the 31st of July he was confined to the bed in his room. Not only did the rest of Harry's parent's and Sirius's possessions and money become his own, he had this major magical surge that sent him reeling. No one was allowed in the room with him because his magic was running rampant and crazy throughout the whole 24 hours that he was going through his inheritance. He wondered, during his brief moments of calm, if every wizard and witch went through this during their inheritance. He made a note to ask Hermione when the time was over. Harry couldn't recall her ever mentioning it, but maybe she did and it was one of the many times that he wasn't paying attention to her.

Finally his inheritance was over. He felt strange. Harry didn't feel completely like himself anymore. He laid there for several minutes afraid to move. He willed himself to get up and stumbled almost blindly into the bathroom to look and see if he looked any different. When Harry switched on the light he was surprised by the fact that everything was blurry, but his glasses were on. He took them off and everything was clear. That was fine by him and he tossed his glasses into a drawer hoping to never have to wear them again. Then he took a deep breath and turned towards the mirror. Looking back was not what he expected. Harry expected himself to look just as he had the day before.

The day before he had boyish rounded cheeks, his hair was getting a bit too long and extra messy. His skin was younger and more babyish. His body was lean and muscled, but young at the same time and Harry was only about 5'6. His eyes had been the typical green color with a bit of sparkle and he was slightly tan from spending the summer in the sun a bit more than the past. He had to wear his glasses too.

Now, he looked like a new person. His hair shortened through the day somehow and was now a disheveled sexy and a more vivid black. His face had thinned out and his jaw had become more prominent. It was a manlier face. Harry's body had changed from lean muscle to look as if he'd spent months in the gym pumping iron. It was still lean, but more defined. He was taller too. He could tell instantly. Harry had to be at least 6 feet if not more. He had this glorious tan that looked like he'd spent the entire summer on the beach. The most prominent thing was his eyes. They were still green, but they were bright and they sparkled, plus he didn't need his glasses anymore.

Harry couldn't look away. This amazed him beyond anything he'd ever seen. Harry didn't recall Hermione or Ron changing much in appearance after their 17th birthdays. Maybe he had missed it? He was pretty preoccupied last year so maybe he did. Either way he couldn't get over how he looked. He was hot and he was definitely not one to think about myself like that before. There was one way to find out if his mind was just playing tricks with him or if he was actually looking different to others. He knew everyone was waiting patiently for the inheritance to be over so they would still be awake. He took one last look and pulled myself away from the mirror.

Harry transfigured some of his clothes to fit better before he left the room. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He looked out in the hallway seeing no one around, but he heard voices coming from downstairs. Harry took another deep breath and descended the stairs. He could hear the voices stop as he knew they heard him leave his room. The first person to appear was Hermione. She was holding a tea cup in her hands presumably for him. When she saw him her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She let go of the tea cup to bring her hands to her gaping mouth and she gasped loudly just before the cup hit the floor and shattered and spilled everywhere.

"Hermione! What is the matter?!" Ginny asked joining her. She quickly muttered a spell and the cup was in her hands, whole again. She looked at Hermione's shocked expression and turned to follow her gaze. Ginny reacted in the same exact way as Hermione and once again the tea cup was shattered.

"Oh for goodness sakes girls! What are you doing out here?" Mrs. Weasley scolded as she came out to see what the problem was. She followed their gaze before she fixed the cup and again she took on the same expression.

Ron came up next after his curiosity won over. He looked up at Harry and raised an eyebrow. "Blimey mate, what the bloody hell happened to you?" He asked looking at him dumbfounded.

Harry glanced at all three of the women and then back to Ron. He shrugged his shoulders and finished coming down the steps. He stood in front of Hermione whose eyes were the only thing moving. He moved on to Ginny and then Mrs. Weasley and experienced the same thing. He stopped in front of Ron and realized that he was just a smidge shorter than him instead of a lot. Ron stuck his chin out and up a bit more to compensate.

"Ron, did this happen to you when you went through your inheritance?" Harry asked. The women had turned their bodies and were still staring at him. Harry absently waved his wand repairing the cup and sending it into the kitchen.

"Look at me mate. Do I look like a god? No. You must be some kind of special to end up like that," Ron replied.

"Well, I don't understand. I'm nothing special. Does it bother you?" He asked gesturing towards Hermione and the expression on her face.

Ron waved his question away and shook his head. "No mate. First of all, we tried at a relationship this summer and it didn't work. No big deal. Second of all, Harry we both know, well I know your preference anyway. So no it doesn't bother me at all. If anything it's great! We can go out and all the girls will be flocking to you and you'll just shove them off to me since you won't be interested," Ron explained with a smile.

Harry smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks mate. That means a lot and I'll do my best to be your bait," He joked.

He turned towards the women and shook Hermione a bit to snap her out of the shock. Ron did the same for Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Hermione was the first to recover.

"Harry, oh my gods! What happened? You are like so completely and totally-" Hermione stuttered.

"-HOT!" Ginny interrupted loudly.

Harry and Ron started to laugh as Hermione nodded her head in agreement. Mrs. Weasley nodded her head slightly which earned an eyebrow quirk from Harry.

"Hermione, I was hoping that you would be able to explain this to me instead of gaping at me like you are," Harry teased.

Hermione scowled at him which was enough to distract her. "Well, from what I understand, your inheritance was going to be quite different from the typical 17 year old. You not only inherited things from your parents and Sirius like everyone does in some way at this age, but you also increased your magical core to who knows how much which brought on this change of appearance. You have undoubtedly become the most powerful wizard of our time. It's in your blood; it's always been in your blood. What it entails I don't really know, but I can only begin to imagine what it means," Hermione explained.

"Why didn't my father end up like this?" Harry asked.

"He was probably only slightly more powerful than others at this point. I think that your blood combined with the powers that were passed to you from Voldemort have caused this extreme change in your magical core. I'll need to do some more research into it, but that's all I've got for right now," Hermione continued.

"Alright then. Well, this works for me then. I'm thinking it's going to take some getting used to though. Should be fun," Harry replied. He smiled brightly at everyone which sent a new shock through the women.

Harry's stomach began grumbling and he realized that he hadn't eaten for quite some time. He took one last look at the shocked women and walked into the kitchen with Ron not far behind.

"This is going to be great! You're going to get me lots of ladies," Ron joked.

Harry nodded and smiled as he sifted through the contents in the icebox.


With a couple of days until it was time to go back to school Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny went to Diagon Alley accompanied by Mrs. Weasley. This was the first year in awhile that they didn't need auror escorts or someone else did the shopping for them.

Harry had a few extra things on his list to get then everyone else. He definitely needed some new robes and muggle clothing to compensate for his body change. He didn't want to keep transfiguring his clothes to fit him. There was a new muggle clothing store there since the ministry had started pushing for muggle interaction. Harry decided to stop there first after going to the bank.

When they arrived at the bank several goblins gave them a wide berth. Harry glanced at Hermione with a raised eyebrow and she merely shrugged, but appeared to note the situation for later discussion. Harry walked up to the counter and removed the key from his neck.

"I would like to get into my vault please," Harry asked kindly.

The goblin took his key with a shaky hand and tapped it once with his finger. Three more keys appeared on the ring. "This key is to your parents vault. The second is to Sirius Black's vault, and the last is your second personal vault that both of your family members opened for you," The goblin explained in a nervous voice.

"May I ask why you seem so nervous?" Harry asked boldly.

The goblin gulped, but didn't reply. "Maybe I could answer that question Mr. Potter. My name is Ragnok and I am the bank manager here," another goblin replied.

Harry turned to see the bank manager looking up at him. "Please follow me, Mr. Potter. You may bring your friends as well," Ragnok continued.

Harry exchanged looks with Hermione and Ron and followed Ragnok through a set of heavy metal doors. No one in the group noticed someone watching them in complete shock.


Draco Malfoy and his family had been redeemed somewhat since the end of Voldemort. His parents were slowly gaining back some of the trust they lost when they began following Voldemort. The Malfoy family was also spending more time with each other becoming reacquainted. It was a long time coming.

With two days left before school began Narcissa and Draco decided to head over to Diagon Alley for his supplies. He had grown a bit more over the summer and was in need of some new robes. He also needed a new wand since his last one ended up broken during a scuffle with a death eater. They had more than enough money on them to not need to go to the bank, but Draco insisted that they go there. He felt drawn there for some reason.

"Draco, we don't need to go to Gringotts today. We have more than enough here to get all your supplies," Narcissa said kindly holding up a small money bag.

"Mother, I need to go there. There is something that I need to see," Draco insisted.

"Draco, what could you possibly need to see at Gringotts? You've already seen your vault after your birthday. What else is there to see?" She asked getting a bit snippy with him.

Draco shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, but I just want to go there. Stay here if you want. I'll meet you at the new clothing store," Draco replied as he walked quickly away from his mother's exasperated expression.

Draco walked into Gringotts without thinking about how some might react to seeing him there. Despite the war being over, people still looked warily at him and his family even if his family was making up for all their wrong deeds. He stood just inside the doorway, but no one really noted his presence. The goblins looked up and acknowledged him, but that was about it. He walked further into the place satisfied that he wasn't going to get hexed by anyone. That's when he noticed the goblin Ragnok talking to someone. This surprised Draco because normally he didn't come out of his office unless someone very important was there. Draco moved closer to get a peek at who he was talking to.

He watched as Ragnok motioned for the person to follow him. The first thing he noticed was a tall wizard with vivid red hair and next to him was a shorter witch with less than bushy brown hair. "Weasley and Granger," Draco muttered to himself in confusion. Then he looked at the next person and his mouth fell open in shock. Walking behind Ron and Hermione was a tall dark haired wizard that made his stomach plummet and flip flop all at once. He was wearing a long sleeved black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. The wizard's forearms were well toned and tanned. His eyes drifted down to the dark wash jeans that fit in all the right places. His eyes went back up to the face and marveled at the man's chiseled features. Draco gulped. "It couldn't possibly be," he muttered again. That can't be Potter. It just can't be.

Draco watched as they headed through the large metal doors that only the most important people ever went through. Suddenly the doors opened again and a goblin was calling out "Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter!" Draco watched as the man he had just been ogling after came back through the doors to meet the goblin. The goblin handed him a key necklace that he replaced quickly. Draco watched as the man that must be Harry Potter looked up finally and began to turn back around to the doors, but for a brief moment his eyes met Draco's and Draco felt his insides melt. Harry's eyes burned into his own. They were the brightest emeralds he had ever seen and sparkled like diamonds. Then Harry smiled at him and Draco felt his stomach drop again as he reached out to grip something, anything to keep from his knees giving out. There was nothing and before he could correct his fumble he was tumbling towards the ground. He closed his eyes and felt his face burning in embarrassment as he waited for the thud of his body hitting the marble floor. It didn't come though. Instead he felt strong arms holding him up. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the very eyes that sent him falling in the first place, but instead of them being filled with mocking they were filled with concern.

"Are you okay, Malfoy?" Harry asked in a surprisingly deep voice. This was not the voice that Draco remembered. Of course, this was definitely not the Harry he remembered either. This was a man, not a boy. Draco was speechless. He didn't know how to handle an emotion like this so he reverted back to his old ways of handling situations like this and he jerked out of Harry's strong arms and sneered at him. However, he nearly tumbled again and Harry once again stabilized him by gripping his elbow. He threw his elbow back and recovered quick enough. The smile never faded from Harry's sexy face which only made it harder for Draco to contain his resolve.

"I am fine Potter. Just got bumped into by someone, it was very rude," Draco replied. He cursed himself for coming up with a stupid response like that. It was obvious that there had been no one by him.

Harry lifted an eyebrow and smirked at him. "Well, as long as you are okay. How has your summer been?" Harry asked not pointing out that he knew that Draco was lying.

Draco's mouth dropped open in surprise for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "My summer has been just fine. What's it to you?" He replied snidely.

"I was just asking. I thought we might be able to get passed all the shit that we've put each other through the past few years and be friends. Often time's people ask how others are doing in a friendly manner when they'd like to be friends," Harry explained with a grin.

Draco stared at him dumbly for a moment. Harry was infuriating him and melting his insides at the same time. "We are not friends Potter. There is no reason for us to ask how each other's summer is going or went," Draco replied after a moment.

Harry's expression faltered for a moment and a bit of hurt crossed his eyes. His beautiful green eyes. "Alright then. Well, it's nice to see you again Malfoy. I hope you enjoy your last year at Hogwarts. See you around," Harry said. He gave him a quick nod and turned on his heel walking quickly back to a waiting Hermione and Ron.

Draco stared after him dumbfounded. He glanced down at Harry's arse and felt a twitch that one should not have about their 'enemy'. He readjusted himself which did not go missed by a perceptive Hermione Granger. She gave him a small, knowing smile and turned away before Draco could glare menacingly at her.


"What just happened there?" Ron asked Harry when he got back to them.

"Oh, I was just trying to make amends with Malfoy. See if we could be friends since we aren't on opposing sides anymore. He didn't really take too kindly to the idea though," Harry said in a slightly bummed tone.

"Isn't that a bit risky? I mean granted You-Know-Who's no longer around, but his family is still a part of the group of followers. He doesn't deserve your friendship," Ron pointed out.

"I don't think so Ronald. Harry and Malfoy should be friends. It would show unity in our world and that is something that's been missing. I think its great Harry that you tried talking to him. Keep it up," Hermione said. She patted Harry on the arm and then continued back through the doors. Harry glanced back to look at Draco one more time, but he was already gone.

Ron looked at Harry in confusion, but didn't pursue the topic. Times have changed. There is no real reason why we can't be friends with everyone. Ron thought to himself. He followed after Harry and Hermione.

After what seemed like the longest walk ever they were finally led into a large office that looked over Diagon Alley. Ragnok motioned for them to sit in the three chairs open to them. They sat down as Ragnok took his seat behind his desk. He shuffled through several parchments and then unrolled the one he wanted.

"Okay, Mr. Potter. I am so sorry for all the confusion downstairs. You should have been notified of the changes in your accounts the day after your birthday, but it appears it didn't make it. No matter. The only one who could open the letter would be you. Anyone else would catch fire. You now have four vaults total. The first is the one you've had access to for the past 6 years. The other three came into your possession after your 17th birthday. I'm sure you gathered that much downstairs. There is too much to go into one or two vaults thus you will need to stick with the four. Do you understand that?" Ragnok asked.

"Well, yes I understood that earlier. I am only curious about why the goblin seemed so nervous to be in my presence. I've never experienced that in all the time that I've come here," Harry replied.

Ragnok nodded. "Ah yes. Well, he will be punished for acting like that (Hermione gasped loudly at this and glared at the goblin)," Ragnok began.

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. Its fine, I just would like to know why he acted that way. No reason for him to be punished for being afraid or nervous. It happens," Harry interrupted quickly before Hermione hexed the goblin into next week.

"Very well Mr. Potter as you wish. He reacted that way as did all the goblins when you came in because of your magical status. You have become a very powerful wizard. Your magical status is considered royalty amongst us lesser creatures which gives you our automatic allegiance no matter what. You have always been powerful Mr. Potter, but now you are the most powerful being. It is important that you take it seriously for having too much power can cause many problems as we have just experienced," Ragnok explained.

Harry's eyes widened as did Ron and Hermione's. "I have never taken my magic lightly. Just because my magical status is 'higher' doesn't mean I'm going to abuse it. I don't like having too much power. I appreciate all your allegiance, but you should only answer to yourselves not someone like me," Harry insisted.

"Mr. Potter, I appreciate your modesty, but it's engrained in our minds. It cannot be avoided. Things will be changing for you from now on and it is important that you have loyal people at your side as you deal with the things that come up. You've led a very hard life here in our world especially and in time what you've been through will shape you into the great wizard you are meant to become," Ragnok elaborated.

"But this is not what I want. I wish to be a normal wizard and lead a normal life. I don't want to be praised anymore. I want to be happy and live my life in peace," Harry pleaded.

"Mr. Potter, you have never been a normal wizard. This is in your blood and has been in your family for centuries. It is unavoidable. You will be able to lead a close to normal life and you will live in peace and you will be happy. That is also unavoidable. Don't let this change ruin your chances for normalcy. Don't dwell on it. Spend time fine tuning your new abilities and things will fall into place as they are meant to be. Do you have any other concerns?" Ragnok finished up bringing an end to the discussion.

Harry stared at the goblin angrily. I hate this! I don't want any of this! Why me? Merlin, why me? Harry stood and shook his head. Hermione and Ron were still in the middle of processing everything that was said and only followed Harry when the chairs pushed them out of them.

Harry stormed down the walkway muttering furiously under his breath. The goblins again made wide berth and Harry nearly bit their heads off, but maintained enough control to not offend them.

"Harry, wait! Slow down!" Hermione cried jogging up behind him in an attempt to close the distance. Ron wasn't too far behind, but only walking faster than his normal pace.

Harry didn't stop until they were out in the warm sunshine. He turned to Hermione. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight hug. "Mione, I don't want this," Harry muttered into her hair.

"I know Harry. I know, but you know that we will be here for you no matter what. I will research this and find out just what it is that you need to do to be happy. Don't worry," Hermione assured him as she patted his back gingerly.

"Mate, you know we are here for you no matter what happens. We will help you through this. Besides it could be used to our advantage," Ron joked lightly.

Harry smirked at him feeling his mood lift slightly. He reached into his pocket and found a heavy bag of galleons. He looked up into the set of windows that he knew were Ragnok's office and smiled.

"Alright, well let's head to that new clothing shop," Harry said as he started to walk towards the new store.

"Wait, Harry, you didn't get any money from your account," Hermione said getting ready to turn back towards the bank. Harry jingled the galleons and kept walking. Hermione shrugged and followed after him.

When they walked into the store it looked much larger than the outside entailed. All three of them stared around the place in surprise at the sheer size and amount of clothes that were there. Hermione immediately drifted away to her own section and Ron drifted off to the vast amount of pajamas that were available to choose from. Harry made his way upstairs to his style of clothes. He began searching through the racks for different things to jump out at him and found it surprisingly easy to find things he wanted. He started gathering several things and was heading towards the dressing room when he heard some shouting on the next floor up.

Harry dropped the pile of clothes and sprinted up the next flight of stairs. He crept behind a shelf and listened to the people who were arguing.

"They let you out of your jail cell early or something Malfoy?" Zacharias Smith taunted.

"Please Smith is that the best you can do?" Draco drawled glancing down at his nails in boredom.

Zacharias face turned a vivid shade of red. "You should stay in your big house with your death eater parents for your last year. No one wants you around Malfoy," He said menacingly closing the space between them.

Both of their voices carried around the third floor easily. Harry glanced around to see if anyone else was up there, but found no one.

"Don't start with me Smith. I am not your enemy anymore nor have I ever been. You better back up or else," Draco warned.

Zacharias laughed loudly in Draco's face and spit at him. "You are scum and I am not afraid of your pansy arse," Smith threatened.

Draco was losing his cool fast. Zacharias had him backed into a corner and he was not liking it. Not to mention the fact that he just spit on him. "I'm going to tell you one more time, back the fuck off," Draco said through clenched teeth.

Zacharias smirked and took two steps back. Draco stared at him for a moment and then moved around him heading for the stairs. Harry watched from his spot as Draco slightly turned his back on Zacharias. Harry set out from behind the shelf unseen by either guy and was about to follow Draco downstairs to make sure he was alright when he heard Zacharias yelled a cutting spell at Draco. Draco turned around as soon as he heard the spell and stared wide eyed as it made it's way to him. Harry leaped in front of it sending his own hex back at Zacharias and sending up a shield to protect Draco at the same time.

He hit the ground with a loud thud and looked down at his chest expecting blood to be soaking his shirt. There was nothing. He ripped his shirt open to check and see if it actually hit him and to his surprise it didn't even show through he could have sworn he felt it. He turned to see Draco hovering over him looking down at him fearfully. Harry returned the fearful look examining him closely for any blood. There was none. He glanced back at his bare chest and pressed his palm to his right pec and felt a slight tingling. He looked up again at Draco whose eyes had clouded over with something that Harry couldn't quite place.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked as he sat up. He reached out and tentatively touched Draco's chest where the curse undoubtedly would have hit. Draco didn't jerk away like he expected, he simply glanced down and then back up and looked at Harry with that same look as before. Was it desire? Harry wasn't sure.

"You saved me," Draco murmured. Harry dropped his hand and blushed slightly. He started to get up, but stopped when Draco stood and held out his hand for Harry to take. Harry looked up into his smoldering gray eyes and felt something come over him that he was not all that familiar with, but had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't something one should feel for your one time enemy.

Draco helped Harry up and for the first time Harry looked more closely at the blond Slytherin. He had grown a bit over the summer even if Harry had shot up 6 inches in a day. He was still a bit taller than Harry. His hair was shorter, but hung loosely over his ears and forehead. His face had become more chiseled as did his body. Harry felt a stirring in his stomach that he had never felt before as he looked at him.

He cleared his throat and looked back up into his eyes and nearly lost himself in them. He glanced away and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, well he was going to hex you with your back turned. That is no way to attack someone. That is not what I taught him," Harry joked.

Draco smirked at him. "Was he really that much of a perceptive student?" He asked.

Harry laughed. "No way. That boy argued with everyone about everything. He bitched about every defensive spell I taught and when the time comes for him to battle he shoves little first years out of the way and runs to his mummy. He was not someone who belonged in the DA," Harry responded angrily. He glanced over at the unconscious boy and shook his head.

Draco chuckled, but abruptly stopped at how comfortable he felt doing that in front of Harry. He cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. Harry studied him, but didn't say anything more.

"Thanks Potter. I didn't even realize you were there. Quite a risky move. Must be my lucky day to be saved by you twice, eh?" Draco joked. Harry smiled brightly at him which sent Draco's heart into a tailspin and a pink blush to his face.

"Well, apparently this is the second risk I've made today and both relate to you," Harry pointed out.

Draco quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, and what was your first risk?" He asked.

"Offering you my friendship at the bank," Harry replied. He glanced down at his feet trying to hide the remaining hurt that he felt from before.

"About that, um… listen, I was probably a bit too hasty in saying that we couldn't be friends. I think I am still trying to figure this new life of mine out, but I'd like to be friends or at least try anyway. No strings attached," Draco muttered.

Harry snapped his head up and stared at him in surprise. Draco stared back and his expression was sincere. "I'd like that," Harry replied quietly.

Draco smiled at him. A genuine smile that made Harry blush deeply and his stomach flip flopping.

"Well, then would you mind starting now and helping me pick out some new clothes? I'm rubbish at picking out clothes. I managed to snag some before coming up here, but I'm sure they are ridiculous," Harry asked.

Draco grinned at him and laughed again. That's twice now that Potter has made me smile and laugh. What is going on here? "Sure, I bet we could find something to suit you here. Show me what you had picked out," Draco said as he gestured towards the stairs. Harry smiled at him and then walked past him and headed down the stairs after he checked to see the Zacharias was still unconscious.


Harry and Draco spent a good two hours together. Draco was constantly sending Harry back into the dressing rooms with new clothes to try on. Harry noticed that as the time went on the clothes that Draco picked for him became tighter and tighter. They fit his form perfectly and if the look on Draco's face was any hint, he couldn't agree more.

"Alright, Potter, I think we've successfully found you a new wardrobe. What do you think?" Draco asked.

"I think you're a genius," Harry replied marveling at himself in the mirror once again. His new appearance was going to take some getting used to.

"Tell me something I don't know," Draco teased.

Harry grinned at him. I find you to be undeniably attractive and wonderful to be around. His eyes clouded over as he thought of Draco in that way which made him blush. Draco did not miss this and he quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Harry! Where have you been?" Hermione asked walking quickly over to him. She zipped past Draco to examine Harry to make sure he was alright. She followed his gaze and took notice of Draco standing only a few feet away. "Oh hello Malfoy. How are you?" Hermione asked with a tentative smile.

Draco smirked at her, "Hello, Granger. I am doing well thank you. I am just giving our dear friend here a lesson in proper clothing attire," Draco explained.

Harry blushed slightly and looked away from Draco. Hermione looked between the two for a moment and noticed the slight tension. "Good, someone was bound to do it, why not you?" Hermione replied.

Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in mock hurt. "What is that suppose to mean?" Harry asked dramatically.

Hermione giggled. "Oh Harry, we both know that you needed new clothes especially now that you've got this totally hot bod, don't you think Malfoy?" Hermione replied with an evil gleam in her eye.

Draco's mouth dropped open in shock and his expression was that of a goldfish. Harry stared at Hermione in surprise at her bluntness. She just smiled innocently at the two.

"Man this is so awesome! They've got the best pajamas here mate!" Ron said as he approached them from the stairs his arms filled of different types of pajamas. He looked at Hermione's smile and then Harry and Draco's near identical expressions and lifted an eyebrow. "Did I miss something?" He asked.

"Oh, just planting a seed is all. Nothing to worry about. Come on Ronald. Harry we'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron. You could join us if you like Malfoy," Hermione said. She smiled at them again and started pulling Ron away.

"Wait, I have these pajamas to show Harry," Ron protested.

"Oh another time. I'm famished," Hermione said. She pulled Ron down the stairs and glanced back one more time giving the two boys a sly look.

Harry and Draco stood there looking gobsmacked. They slowly turned to look at each other a moment and then both went about their nervous gestures, Harry running a hand through his hair and Draco biting his lip.

"There you are Dragon. It is well past lunch time I think. Let's stop at that new café for lunch. Oh, um Mr. Potter, is that you? How nice to see you," She said in a surprised tone.

Harry broke his gaze from Draco and turned to her. He cleared his throat, "Yes, it is. Mrs. Malfoy, it's nice to see you too. How are you?" Harry asked politely.

"I'm doing well thank you. I am enjoying my freedom thanks to you," Narcissa replied happily.

"It's the least I could do. I've noticed all the wonderful things your family has done for our society since then and I am very thankful that I testified on your behalf," Harry said.

"Oh, but we are so thankful to you. Please let me know if there is anything that we could do for you," Narcissa requested.

How about letting me ravish your son? Wait, what? Harry blushed and nodded. "Uh, well it was nice to see you Mrs. Malfoy. I need to go meet my friends. Draco it was nice to see you again as well. Thank you for all your help. See you at school," Harry said. He nodded to Narcissa who smiled happily at him and then he turned to meet Draco's gaze and nearly lost his control right then. He gave him a timid smile and walked away.

Draco turned to watch him leave and let out the breath that he didn't realize he was holding. He called me Draco. How could my name coming from his tongue cause so much heat? Draco blushed again which didn't go unnoticed by his mother. She smiled knowingly at him and merely led him away and off to the café.