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It had started so simply, so randomly. Harry had taken to spending more of his nights in the astronomy tower then in his bed, letting the cold night air sooth away his troubles. He and Ron had been on shaky ground for weeks now and he was having a hard time dealing with the red head. Their main problem as of late had been the red head's sister: Ginny. Ron just didn't get why Harry wouldn't date her again like she wanted and he was running out of excuses why he couldn't. He'd just never really liked the girl, she was too loud and it was too infuriating to even think about what she had done when they had dated last time, but Ron just wouldn't let up. He didn't care if Harry didn't like his sister, she liked him and to him that's all mattered to Ron. This argument had lead to Hermione being cross at him and the three not speaking much anymore. Harry never felt so alone when he needed friends so badly. Maybe it was his loneliness that had lead them to each other in the end.

Harry had been sitting up in the tower for hours when he heard the creaking of the door being opened. His first thought was that one of the teachers had finally caught him and he turned to face the music with a pained expression on his face. Imagine his surprise when instead of Snape he was faced with a very different Slytherin.

Draco's white blonde hair was the first thing to give away his identity followed by the rest of the Slytherin's green robes. He seemed unaware of Harry's presence and turned to make his way to the nearest window, presumably to do exactly what Harry was doing. Hiding or just star gazing, he didn't know. He didn't even glance in Harry's direction as he plopped down on the cold flood in front of a window across the room. The Boy-Who-Lived just sat there and watched the reason why he would never date again Ginny stare out the window. His heart clenched painfully as he realized if Draco knew he was there the Gryffindor was as good as dead. So instead of staring out the window Harry's gaze stayed on the even more beautiful sight of a star gazing Draco.

It could have been hours or days or years and Harry wouldn't have noticed. All he was aware of was the slightly drooping eyes of the pale boy across from him beginning to stay shut longer and longer until they didn't open again. He'd fallen asleep. Harry blushed like crazy as he realized Draco would have to be moved before he fell off the windows edge. He couldn't exactly take the boy back to his room, but he could get him as far as the entrance to the Slytherin common rooms. Being as gentle as possible Harry picked up the sleeping boy and carried him through the thankfully empty halls of Hogwarts. Draco was lighter then he'd expected, almost worryingly so. He was also so beautiful when he was asleep. For once he wasn't sneering or glaring at him and Harry finally had the chance to enjoy Draco's unmarred beauty. It was like holding an angel in his arms. His own personal angel that spent his days planning Harry's down fall.

He shouldn't have wanted to kiss the boy in his arms or hold him closer. He shouldn't have, but he did. He should have liked Ginny like everyone expected, not the blond in his arms. Anyone, but him. He couldn't help but want the Slytherin Prince though. He wanted the only person he'd ever met that never saw him as the Boy-Who-Lived. He saw the messy haired, gangly, underweight boy that Harry was….And hated him for it. Had Harry not been born that generation Draco would have been the king of the school instead of the prince. His name would have been the most known of the generation and there could have been the slightly possibility he could claim the blonde's attention. Even if it was just the slimmest of chances.

Draco shifted ever so slightly in his arms and buried his head in the folds of Harry's robes. His expression shifted to that of a heartbreaking smile that an angel would have envied. Harry returned it with a much more bitter one.

"Why you? Why you out of everyone?" Harry whispered into the darkness.

When he finally got to the dungeons Harry paused a moment to enjoy holding Draco just a little longer. He didn't want to just leave Slytherin on the cold stone floor where he might catch a cold. It took him a moment to realize that just outside the common room stood a portrait of a snake that was staring at him very intently.

"Could you tell me the password please?" Harry hissed softly.

The snake regarded him with as much shock as it could before leaning farther in.

"It is not often I meet a human speaker of my tongue. What bring you to the dungeons young Parseltongue?"

"One of your own seems a little lost, I would hate to see him catch a cold on the floor."

"Why would a Gryffindor waste time on a Slytherin, how does it benefit you?"

Harry smiled sweetly and looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms.

"I'm in love with him. To see him warm and safe is my reward."

The snake nodded softly and turned to the door.

"Werewolf." He hissed, causing the picture frame to open.

"Thank you." Harry hissed back, stepping into the faintly lit room.

The fire in the center of the room was dying down and it was late, so the common room was thankfully deserted. Draco had been head boy since the beginning of the year so Harry was able to find his room without much trouble. It didn't look a thing like Harry had expected. Instead of everything being silver and green, the whole room was a mix of dark reds and blacks. It actually looked vaguely Gryffindor. Harry smiled at the sight, remembering how he often got teased about how Slytherin his own room looked.

Only Draco's bed was decorated with the classic silver and green of his house and for some reason the raven found that to be the most endearing thing about the room. Harry laid the limp boy's body onto of his blankets and gently slipped his shoes off. Once he was done Harry just stood back and gazed at his dreaming crush. Not sure what to do, he grabbed a bit of old parchment and jotted a quick note on the back. When he was sure that Draco was too asleep to notice he placed a soft kiss his forehead before sneaking out of the room.

It was by sheer luck alone that Harry made it back to Gryffindor Tower without being caught, seeing that he was too keyed up to check his map as much as he should have. When he finally made it back the Fat Lady was reluctant to let him in. She hadn't seen Harry this happy in a long time and it made her suspicious.

"Ohh mysterious floating voice that knows the password, you sound a little happier then usual, care to tell me why?"

Harry giggled under his invisibility cloak before answering.

"Love makes everything seem wonderful, doesn't it?" He muttered giddily.

The Fat Lady waved her fan to cover her blush and smiled softly.

"That it does my boy, that it does. Now off to bed with you." She ordered, swinging open to reveal the Gryffindor common room. Harry tiptoed in quietly so as not to awaken his dorm mates and thankfully any noise he made was covered by Ron's snores. He was so hyped up by having held and kissed his crush it was hours before he could drift off to sleep. His dreams were filled with dark red walls and soft blonde hair.

Sorry! I know I should be working on "A Memory to Forget", but I had to write this really quick! It was taking over my mind! I promise to work on the next chapter of this too when I have the time. Reviews = Love!

Yours truly,

Lacy Fairgold