Author's note: Hey guys! So this story is going to be as close to Order of The Phoenix as I can with some alternate replacements here and there, so if you find yourself saying – well that didn't happen! – that's because I had to change a few things around to make sense with the story. But for the most part, it's canon in terms with what's going on in the school year. Hope you enjoy!

Harry saw it; the Snitch. It was hovering just above Draco Malfoy's head near the Slytherin goal posts. Malfoy was looking in the opposite direction and hadn't yet noticed it. Harry leaned in for the dive, hoping to reach it before Malfoy did. Harry was almost at the Snitch – he reached his hand out and closed his fist around it just as Malfoy turned. They briefly made eye contact as Harry caught the tiny golden ball – Draco glaring at him in rage.

All of a sudden, a bludger slammed into the back of Draco's head, knocking him forward onto his broom. He gave a brief, "Ummp!" before falling unconscious off his broom. Harry's heart leaped into his throat as he looked around; no one else had noticed Malfoy's unconscious form plunging fifty feet to the ground. The crowd was too busy either cheering or booing at Gryffindor's win.

Harry plunged after Malfoy, hoping upon hope to catch him before he hit the ground. It wasn't until Harry made that wild dive that people took notice of what was going on, and Harry could hear the rushing of wind behind him as the rest of the Slytherin team followed him. Harry caught Malfoy around the middle ten feet before he hit the ground. He landed on the ground quickly, holding Malfoy's dead weight.

The Slytherin team landed next to Harry as he laid Malfoy on the ground. Harry noticed the huge gash on the side of Malfoy's head where the bludger had hit him, and he found that he was worried; there was definitely too much blood coming out. Harry looked around for Madame Pomfrey, hoping she had been in the crowd. Instead, he saw Professors McGonagall and Snape heading their way. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Out of the way, Potter!" Blaise Zambini said as he roughly pushed Harry out of the way. He bent down over his friend, lifting his eyelids, trying to get Malfoy back around. Harry glared at the back of his head; if it wasn't for Harry, Malfoy would probably have been splattered all over the field. But he ignored the action as McGonagall strode up to him.

"That was fast thinking and flying on your part, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said breathlessly, a hand over her heart. Snape strode right passed them towards Malfoy, still unconscious on the ground. The Slytherins allowed their Head of House through as he raised his wand, pointing it to the side of Malfoy; a stretcher materialized out of thin air. He then pointed his wand at Malfoy and levitated him onto the stretcher. Snape proceeded to levitate the stretcher off of the field and toward the castle, the Slytherin team in tow.

"That was wicked, Harry!" Harry turned around to the Gryffindor team now fighting their way through the excited crowd, Hermione right behind them. Angelina threw herself on to him, positively crying with joy. "We won, Harry! We won! By two hundred points, no less!"

"Don't hog him all to yourself, Angelina!" Fred and George said as they picked him up and hoisted him onto their shoulders. They plowed through the crowd, heading towards the changing rooms. Although Harry was smiling, happy that they had won their second Quidditch game of the season, he couldn't help but worry about Malfoy, and whether he was going to be ok. That gash did look pretty nasty. He looked back to the castle, where Malfoy was undoubtedly still unconscious, laying in one of the Hospital Wing's beds. The castle disappeared from view as they entered the changing rooms, everyone breaking out in tremendous cheers.

Draco flitted in and out of consciousness for the last hour. He had no idea where he was, or how he came to be there. He was very comfortable, and wished he could just lay there and sleep forever. He could hear people talking, but couldn't make out who they belonged to. But he heard everything they were saying.

"Good thing Potter was there to catch him, or he probably would have splattered," one voice said, a deep one.

"Well I would have caught him had I noticed what was going on." This voice was a little higher and almost seemed to have a squeak to it. "When do you suppose he'll wake up? I mean it's been at least two days."

"Well, that gash was pretty nasty. And Madame Pomfrey did say that he has a concussion," the deep voice said. Draco was very much confused by the conversion. What did Harry Potter have to do with anything? Draco found that sleep was slowly drifting away. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting up at the ceiling; why was it so bright in here?

"Hey, he's awake! How're you feeling, Draco?" Draco slowly turned his head to the right; that small movement signaled a throbbing pain in his left temple and he felt tears stinging his eyes from it. Not realizing he had shut his eyes to the stabbing pain, he opened them once more and stared at his best friend Blaise, who was sitting to the right of him. He looked at Draco with concern.

"You gave us a right good scare there, mate." The voice on the other side of Draco said. Draco now knew that it was Slytherin's Quidditch captain Marcus Flint, but didn't turn to face him in the fear that pain would return.

"What happened?" Draco asked, his voice raspy. He found that he was all of a sudden very thirsty.

"You got hit in the head by a bludger and fell fifty feet off your broom! Lucky Potter was there to catch you, otherwise…" Blaise made a diving motion with his hand towards his other, his fingers splaying as it made contact with his palm, and Draco understood; he would have been seriously injured if Potter hadn't intervened.

"Potter saved me?" Draco asked, more to himself than to anyone. But the others heard him all the same.

"Yeah, he was the only one to notice you at first, since he was right there," Marcus explained, and suddenly it clicked. They were playing Quidditch – that's why he was hit with a bludger, why he was on his broom in the first place. It was starting to come together for Draco. Just then, Madame Pomfrey entered the room, carry a jug of purple liquid.

"Ah, you're awake! Good, you need to drink this potion. It'll make your head feel much better." Madame Pomfrey put the jug on the stand next to Draco's bed and started pouring the purple liquid into a flask. "No doubt your head must be hurting you, something fierce." She carefully lifted Draco's head away from the pillow, causing great pain to shoot throughout his head, and held the flask to his lips, helping him drink it.

The potion burned as it slid down Draco's throat, but already he could feel the pain in his head start to subside. He lay back on his pillows and closed his eyes, trying to speed up the healing process by moving as little as possible. When he was sure he could move again, he slowly sat up. Blaise and Marcus were watching him expectantly, as if he was going to suddenly hop out of bed and somersault across the hospital ward.

"How are you feeling?" Marcus asked again.

"Still a little dizzy but otherwise, I'm fine." Draco said, pushing a stray hair out of his face – and grazing something soft on his head. He felt around and found that there was a bunch of gauze wrapped around his slightly swollen head.

"That's just as well. You've been in here for nearly two days. Thought you'd never come round." Blaise said with a slight chuckle. But Draco could still see the worry in his eyes.

"How much longer does he have to stay in here, Madame?" Marcus asked as she bustled about the ward.

"I would like it if Mr. Malfoy got a few more hours of rest before he goes anywhere, just to be on the safe side." She said.

"But haven't I been resting for two days?" Draco asked, not wanting to stay any longer. "I'm not even tired," and it was true; Draco felt completely wide awake.

"All the same, you need to rest a little more. I want to make sure you're not too concussed before you start back up with simple activities. No, you stay in bed for at least two more hours, and I will come back and check on you." Madame Pomfrey said, opening the doors to the hallway outside. "As for you two, visiting hours are over." Blaise and Marcus said their goodbyes to Draco and left, leaving him and Madame Pomfrey alone.

"Can I at least get a glass of water?" Draco asked, no longer able to stand the thirst. Madame Pomfrey gave a curt nod before heading to the icebox where the water was kept.

"Here, now, rest please." And she left Draco alone, heading back into her office. Draco drank the water graciously, slopping some of it on his hospital dressings. He placed the empty glass on the nightstand on his right and suddenly found that he was becoming drowsy. He laid his head upon his pillows and fell into a peaceful sleep.

When Draco awoke nearly three hours later, Madame Pomfrey declared that he was well enough to head back to his house common room. Draco thanked her and started heading towards his common room. He felt much better, especially since he took the dressings off, and he no longer felt dizzy. He did, however, have a strange dream that seemed to unnerve him. Just before falling asleep, his last thoughts were about what Blaise said – about Potter saving him. Why would he do that? It just didn't make sense to Draco.

He dreamt about Potter catching him on his broom and flying over the Forbidden Forest. They landed in a clearing in the forest, where Harry started handing him potatoes from the pocket of his robes. Draco said he didn't like potatoes, and that he wanted nothing more than to kiss Potter. He tackled Potter to the floor and leaned forward to kiss him – but then woke up.

Draco blinked furiously at the memory of the dream. It had all been so strange. But the most unnerving part of it all was the anger Draco had felt at the interruption of the dream when he woke up. It was like he wanted to kiss Potter. But it was absurd, just a dream. It had meant nothing. He could still see Potter's lips so tantalizingly close to his own and got shivers. He was almost to the stairs leading to Slytherin House when he heard Potter's voice. He turned around to see Potter and his friends leaving the Great Hall. Before he knew what he was doing, Draco turned around and headed for the trio.

"Hey Potter!" Draco called out. Harry looked his way, as did Ron and Hermione. He headed over to them; they looked slightly suspicious.

"I see you're better," Harry said, but not in a rude fashion. He actually looked generally relieved.

"Thanks. I was erm, just wondering if I could talk to you for a moment?" Draco asked, hoping he didn't sound mean or suspicious. On the contrary, he felt he sounded a little surprised; he actually had no idea where he was going with this. Harry looked taken aback as well.

"Um, what for?" Harry asked, looking apprehensive. Ron and Hermione exchanged suspicious looks.

"I wanted to talk to you about the Quidditch match," Draco said. Now that Draco thought about it, he did need to talk to Potter about that, about why he saved him.

"Um, sure," Harry said. Draco gave him a small smile before turning towards an unused classroom towards his right. He noticed Harry giving his friends a shrug before following Draco inside the classroom.

"We'll wait for you out here, Harry," Ron said before Harry closed the door behind him. He gave Ron and Hermione the thumbs up through the classroom window. He turned to face Draco, who was leaning against a desk, watching him.

"So, um, what did you want to talk about?" Harry asked. Draco could hear the nervousness in his voice. It was hard to say why, but this almost seemed to please him.

"Just about what happened at the Quidditch match. I know that you saved me when I fell. I really wanted to thank you for that." Draco said, trying to keep eye contact with Harry. Draco never realized how green his eyes were; they were startlingly mesmerizing.

"Oh! Well, I wasn't going to just sit there and watch you plummet to your imminent death." Harry said giving a chuckle, sounding quite relieved.

Harry's laugh sent shivers down Draco's spine and he was starting to get nervous at these strange feelings. "Yeah, I figured as much." They stood there in silence for a moment, neither one looking at each other. Draco took a deep breath before asking the question that was on his mind. "Why, though?"

Harry looked up at Draco in confusion. "Why what?"

"Why did you save me? I mean, I know you just said you couldn't just watch me die, but, I – I guess, well…" Draco struggled to find the words. He was finding it hard to look at Harry while trying to figure out what it was he wanted to say.

"You were wondering why someone who is supposed to hate you would save you without a second thought?" Harry asked. Draco looked up at Harry in surprise.

"Yes!" Draco said excitedly, happy that Harry knew what it was he had wanted to say. He took a step closer to Harry in his excitement. "I mean, I feel like most people wouldn't have done that if it was anyone else. I mean, if you had fell –" but Draco stopped, the smile on his face sliding off.

"Oh I'm sure you would have done the same thing for me. Even if right now you think you wouldn't, trust me, once you're in the moment, you don't really give it a second thought." Harry said reassuringly. Draco felt better. Now that he thought about it, Harry was right. If the situation was reversed, Draco most likely would have saved Harry as well. He gave Harry a smile, which he returned.

Once again, a shiver went down Draco's spine when Harry smiled, and all of a sudden, he got butterflies in his stomach. Draco's dream floated into his memory once more, and he could remember looking into Harry's eyes, scared then, but now, full of curiosity. He could remember how soft his lips looked then, and how inviting they looked now. Without thinking of what he was doing, Draco closed the gap between him and Harry, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Harry closer, kissing him square on the lips.

Before Draco could truly experience the warm lips pressed softly against his own, they were pulling away as quickly as they had got together. Draco opened his eyes and stared into Harry's startled green ones. He was looking at Draco with confusion. Draco started thinking that what he did might have been a mistake and was about to turn away when Harry grabbed Draco's fore-arm and pulled him closer, completing the kiss. Draco smiled, and he could feel Harry smiling as well as they softly kissed each other. The butterflies in Draco's stomach receded and was replaced by a comfortableness so strong, he could have stood there for hours, kissing Harry's soft lips. Likewise, it felt like they were with each other for hours.

"OH. MY. GOD!"