Misguided Intentions

"Welcome one and all to the first match of the Quidditch Season! Today's match Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" an amplified voice that Harry thought belonged to some Ravenclaw yelled out.

It was now just into November, Quidditch season had begun, and Harry and Draco felt more alive then during any other time since they'd arrived here in the past. Not much had really changed since that day Harry somewhat saved Severus's life, atleast not much worth noting. Severus had been much nicer to him since then thankfully, and Harry's potion work was even improving under Remus and Severus's careful tutelage.

Remus thank Merlin, had known nothing of the events back in September, and Harry certainly wasn't going to enlighten him as to the facts. Sirius had sullenly stepped back for a while from Harry, giving him even a wide berth and Harry knew Sirius still wondred how he'd known what he had intended that night. Over all, only James seemed to notice the slight tension from then on between Harry and Sirius, but was tactfully silent. The tension was still there, however slightly easing up a bit now that Quidditch season had approached.

James had been a hard task master during practices, even worse then Oliver Wood, Harry's old team captain and team keeper, had been. James expected perfection to the utmost degree, and let you know it right away. After watching James in the air finally, Harry had to admit his father truely was spectacular up there, his chaser's plaque had been well earned. Though not as good as Harry, he came a darn good close second, even Draco had been impressed with James's flying skills.

Remus and Sirius weren't bad either in the air, though Draco gave them both a run in the end, to which Harry secretly delighted in. For some reason it made him feel pretty good to know Draco outclassed Sirius in the air, for at that point Harry still hadn't forgiven Sirius for the prank he almost pulled off. Now was the final showdown though, the time in which it was all for real, the first match of the season.

Madam Arquette, the flying instructor at this time, was poised to blow the whistle, giving her pregame rules aloud. "Make it a nice clean game folks got that? Let's open the match then!" she said and threw the quaffle high into the air.

"And the quaffle is released! Gryffindor has first rush with Sirius Black taking control of the field...and oh! Nice pass to Remus Lupin, right over the head of Andrew Marcum of Slytherin!" the announcer screamed, which Harry finally found out was Harvey Horvald from Hufflepuff, not a Ravenclaw like he first thought.

"Slytherin sneaks in and steals the quaffle in midpass and now we have a very angry Sirius Black! There he goes folks, time to see the Black Beater in action! What a move there..stole the quaffle right out of Marcum's hands! Hey isn't that a foul someone?" Harvey said forgetting for the moment that he was being heard by the whole pitch.

"Keep it down Horvald! Just get on with it and leave the rest to Arquette!" Professor McGonagall said in a loud voice glaring at Harvey.

"Sorry professor...anyway Black's in position and yes! First score to Gryffindor! Argent of Slytherin now in possession...but wait...here comes Lupin in from a dive! Watch out Remus the bludger's coming right behind you!" Harvey said jumping up and down frantically. For a Hufflepuff he obviously did not want anyone but Gryffindor to win this match.

"Harvey! What did I tell you about prewarnings? Dont make me remove you again this year!" McGonagall said at the top of her voice now, obviously this was a big problem whenever he announced a match.

"Sorry again professor! Now where was I...oh good move Lupin! Uh oh here comes Pepin from Slytherin with a last second steal and....score to Slytherin! Get up on it Potter will you!?" Harvey yelled sulkily.

"And the quaffle is back in Gryffindor hands, Black in control....check out that weaving folks, noone does that better then the Black Beater! Here he comes and....ahh what do you think you're doing Marcum! That's a foul, foul!" Harvey screamed out as Draco now got nearly pelted in the head with a bludger.

The whistle blew and Madam Arquette stopped the match. "Foul to Gryffindor! If I see you pull a move like that again Marcum you're out of here got that?" she said glaring up at a grinning Marcum who only shrugged. "I'm warning you, if I see a beater's stick in your hands again I'm pulling you from the match Marcum, keep in mind you are a chaser, not a beater!" she said redfaced from yelling.

Gryffindor took it's foul, and Draco ended up making a perfect shot into the Slytherin goal giving the team a 20-10 lead. Harry hadn't seen the snitch yet, but he wasn't too worried, it would show itself soon enough like always. He was just enjoying watching the rest of the team play, and he had to admit that Sirius was spot on as a Quidditch player. Dressed in all black leather with black laced gloves and his hair tied back, unlike everyone else in their normal Gryffindor colours, it was clear why he was called the Black Beater. His temper out there was as blacksided as his clothing too, often scowling and teasing on the other team whenever possible.

Remus wasn't bad either as a chaser, he had a good eye for the bludgers luckily whilst Sirius was too busy playing around. Another 7th year Gryffindor Harry knew well, Arthur Weasley the teams keeper, so far had kept atleast 3 shots from hitting the Gryffindor posts. Over all, the game was going perfectly until something golden finally past into his line of vision.

Wasting no time at all, Harry quickly dove down nearly 60 feet to where the snitch was hovering silently. Unfortunately the other teams seeker, Lucius Malfoy of all people, also saw it, and quickly dove out right behind Harry. The snitch was on the move then Harry noticed, and he had to practically reverse course just to keep up with it. The Cleansweep though top of this years models, wasn't exactly the most maneuverable after his Firebolt, and even after all the practise they'd done in the past month or so, he still didn't know all it's capabilities.

Lucius cut him off then, blocking Harry's view of the snitch momentarily, but his fine tuned senses was keeping good pace with wherever the snitch was heading. Somehow he knew he had to lose Lucius, but he certainly wasn't making it easy for Harry. Ironically Harry in a split second realized where Draco must have gotten his talent from, because Lucius was by no means a slouch either in the air. Slight of build yet lean Lucius actually did make a spot on seeker, but Harry had his normal confidence that he would end up the victor in this match.

Whizzing past Draco and giving him a quick glance, it was clear from the way Draco was looking at Lucius he thought nearly the same thing about his skills. Though it struck Harry a bit odd that Draco was watching Lucius so closely, he wasn't going to let it distract him. Seconds later he respotted the snitch, oblivious to the fact that Gryffindor had just scored another goal, his only goal being to keep his eyes firmly on the snitch.

Lucius zoomed in right next to him, and giving him a quick glance of disgust, Harry forced his broom slightly forward, pushing it to its limits. Suddenly the snitch took a dive straight down, and Harry knew he'd found his break. It was the classic game of who would pull up first, and Harry knew he wasn't going to be the one to do it. Just as he got within 5 feet of the snitch, the ground almost right in his face, he pulled up sharply going into the Wronski Feignt, and seconds later the game was over.

"And Harry Dursley wins the match for Gryffindor! Unbelievably he used the famed Wronski Feignt, something that has never been used in a Quidditch Match here at Hogwarts to date! Gryffindor wins the match 180 to 10!" Harvey yelled out and finally his voice went quiet.

"Yes, I knew we could do it! Incredible Harry...that was just incredible using that move. Lucius never saw what hit him!" James said beaming at Harry as the team finally alighted to the ground.

"Where in Merlin's name did you learn that move? I thought only professionals did that!" Peter said now giving Harry a huge smile and a hug. Harry had been trying to ease things with Peter, but in the moment it seemed allright for him to accept Peter's hug.

Harry was positively blushing by the time the rest of the team alighted and offered their comments. Arthur Weasley was practically stuttering he was so happy at winning, and Remus actually gave him a huge hug and tousled his hair for the efforts. Sirius oddly enough, was the only one besides Draco who didn't have much to say to Harry.

"Not bad, guess now we know why you've been playing Quidditch since you're first year." was all Sirius said, then unlacing his gloves headed off towards the lockers.

Harry looked after him a bit saddened, it was clear that the tension was back between them for some reason, though he couldn't imagine why. Suddenly winning didn't seem so great after all, and he endured the rest of the trip back to the Gryffindor locker room only half hearing the rest of the elation from the team.

Draco was the only one who'd remained silent during all of this, it was almost as if he knew what Harry was feeling and didn't want to intrude on him just yet. Harry had a sense of foreboding however, for Draco's face though flushed with excitement, had a look that also spoke volumes to him. Harry would have to wait to find out why though, now wasn't the time with the entire team still in midcongradulations.

After showing and changing, everyone headed back to the Gryffindor tower for a celebration party. It had been pure chance that Gryffindor had been chosen to play the first match of the season, and winning it just sweetened the pot for the entire house. A quick banner was put up before the team had gotten back reading "Way to Go Gryffindor!" and another one underneath that said, "Harry Dursley - Team Champion!". Harry blushed at that second banner, it had been a team effort that had really won, not just his catching of the snitch, however the rest of the house obviously didn't feel that way.

Harry saw Sirius was scowling at the second banner which made things even worse, and James came over putting a hand on his shoulder and patting it didn't seem to help any either. "Dont worry bout it Harry, he's just jealous. He's always been the team champion and you've gone and showed him up that's all. He'll get over it." James said glancing to Sirius with a sigh.

"But I didn't do anything really James. I dont want to be singled out when it was everyone on the team who helped us win." Harry said glumly. For a party he certainly didn't seem to be in a festive mood all of a sudden.

"One thing you'll learn bout Sirius Black Harry if you haven't allready...he can be a selfish, stubborn git sometimes." James said with a chuckle. "But Merlin knows why he's my brother in all sense of the word. Wouldn't know what to do without him I guess, so I put up with him. Once you really get to know him though he's not so bad, trust me."

Harry nodded, "I do. I guess I still dont know him that well yet is all. Maybe one day he'll come round eh?" he said trying to lighten up his own mood now and grinned a bit.

"That's the spirit!" James said with a grin. "Hey boys!" he said then turning back towards the other.

"Yeah James?" Sirius called back. Sirius had been talking to Draco after finally getting over the banner issue, and Harry realized they were sitting a bit too close to each other on the sofa for his tastes.

"Dont you think this party's lacking a few well needed items?" James said giving Remus and Sirius a wink.

Sirius and Remus looked back at James then realized what he had meant, and laughed. "Sure does Prongs!" Remus said thoughtfully then.

"How bout it Padfoot? You in?" James said giving Sirius a glance.

"You kidding? Of course I am!" he said grinning back to James.

Harry just looked between the three of them wondring what on earth this was bout. "Up for what James?" he said then.

"Ah....nothing major. Harry, you stay here with Draco and Peter. Remus, Siri and I have to go get a few things, we'll be back in a bit." James just said mysteriously, and with a nod to the other two headed upstairs to the dorm. He came back down a few minutes later, and before Harry or Draco could say anything they headed out the portrait.

Harry watched them go, but not before he had a sneaky suspicion what was going on. Sitting down on the sofa next to Draco in the spot Sirius had just recently vacated, he shook his head in amazement. For a moment he almost wished his dad had invited him along with them, since he was now pretty positive what James had gone upstairs for, and where they were going.

"Great game Harry, knew it you had it in you." Draco said finally leaning back against the sofa with a groan.

Harry looked at him sharply, "Thanks, nothing out of the ordinary...for me anyway. What's wrong?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing...just not used to being a chaser is all." Draco said as he cracked his knuckles. "Alot more running round then I thought it would be."

"Well you did a great job though from what I saw. That was skill avoiding that bludger Marcum threw your way. Bloody git, I swear is that a Slytherin thing or what? Flint pulled that on Oliver back in first year, though Oliver got pegged that time." Harry said leaning back against the sofa as well now.

"Who's Flint?" Peter chimed in now from the chair acrost the way.

"Oh, just a...another chaser on a house team from back home that's all." Harry said quickly.

Peter looked at Harry a bit oddly then, though Harry wasn't aware of it lounging back in the sofa now with his eyes closed. Peter actually had quicker thinking then the others gave him credit for, and the comment Harry had just made seemed to be stuck in his mind, though he couldn't understand just why at the moment. Filing it away for future reference, it was just another snippet of information bout Harry had had quietly been collecting lately.

He was a bit put off by Harry's attitude towards him the past month or so, though he tried not to show it. He thought he all but had a chance with Harry, then something seemed to take a slight shift, enough for Peter to notice though. Harry wasn't as attentive to him now, spending more time with Draco or with Remus and that Slytherin Severus doing potions work. The few times Peter had caught Harry alone he was either too tired and half nodded off, or they got interrupted by one of the others.

As he watched Harry and Draco conversing now in hushed tones in french over on the sofa, something within him stirred a bit. It was time once and for all to find out what was going on, the looks between Draco and Harry were getting to him and he just had to know the truth.

"Harry?" Peter said hesitantly.

"Yeah Peter?" Harry said stopping his conversation with Draco and turning to him.

"Do...do you think I could have a word with you...in private maybe?" he said softly. He ignored the slight glare that Draco was now giving him, keeping his gaze trained on Harry.

"Err..um...sure Peter." Harry said and turning back to Draco saw the scowl on Draco's face. Saying in french now so Peter wouldn't understand he said, "Dont do that, he just wants to talk. I have been ignoring him lately Dray, so I suppose this was inevitable."

"Guess you're right. Just dont be too long allright? James, Sirius and Remus should hopefully be back soon." Draco said back in french, giving Harry a nod.

Harry nodded back to him and turned again to Peter. "Where do you want to talk then?" he said smiling at Peter now.

"Umm...the dorm allright?" Peter said glancing towards the staircase and getting up from his chair.

"Sure, that works." Harry said back and got up as well. He followed Peter then upstairs to their dorm.

When they got there Harry stood leaning against his bedpost, while Peter sat down on Harry's bed facing him. "Thanks, was too noisy down there." Peter said almost nervously.

"So um..what did you want to talk bout Peter?" Harry said trying to put Peter at ease.

Peter decided he had to know and it was now or never. "Harry...are...are you seeing Draco now?" he said quietly, keeping his gaze on Harry's face.

Harry however was a bit surprized at that, and his face showed it. "Draco? Y-you thought I was seeing Draco? Why would you think that Peter?"

"Well its just that...you two have been spending alot of time together lately and all...and you barely make time for me anymore. You're always off with Remus and Snape, or with Draco or something. You dont even speak to Sirius these days, and well...I just wondred that's all...." he said in his quite voice.

Harry sat down then on the bed next to Peter. "Peter I'm not seeing Draco, trust me on this one. We're friends that's all. I've just been a bit...well...homesick lately, and he's helping me get through it."

"You mean for Beauxbatons." Peter said thoughtfully, his eyes peering into Harry's suddenly.

Harry reacted though a bit strangely, he didn't know why Peter was questioning him like this now. "Um, yeah, for Beauxbatons." he said then turned his eyes away from Peter's. "Look, I'm sorry if I've made it seem like I've been leaving you out, I didn't mean to...I'm just going through some rough spots is all." he said sighing now.

Peter felt a bit guilty then, but he wasn't about to give up just yet on Harry. "I"m still here for you Harry. I make a good listener if you want to talk...." he said quietly.

Harry turned back to Peter and gave him a small smile. "I know you are Peter, and I appreciate that. We're alot alike you and I, more then you think, surprizingly so. That's not bad mind you, dont take that the wrong way. You're a great person Peter, you really are."

Peter smiled then, his eyes lighting up. "You really think so? I know the others dont think much of me....in some things I"m not all that good and I do need alot of help I know that, but I"m trying. I just never could keep up with people like James, Remus and Sirius, I"m glad they chose me to be friends with though. And I'm really glad you're my friend too Harry..."

"Well...I'm glad to be your friend Peter. The others can be hard sometimes, just hang in there allright? Maybe it's time we found you a real boyfriend eh? Then you wouldn't feel so lonely!" Harry said reaching over and tousling Peter's hair with a smile.

Peter's eyes grew wide at that, then he turned away blushing. "N-no, that...that's allright...." he said almost in a whisper.

"Oh? Why not?" Harry said still looking at Peter.

Peter's voice seemed to be strangled in his throat, this wasn't at all what he expected Harry to say to him...not about finding him a boyfriend anyway! Didn't Harry see how he felt, couldn't he tell? It was almost in a whisper that Harry had to strain to catch that he finally said, "Because noone measures up to you Harry...that's why..."

Harry was stunned by that, he knew Peter liked him, but he hadn't realized just how much so. By trying to move away from him this past month he had actually just made things a hell of a lot worse it seemed. Peter was getting more desperate, Harry could even sense that.

"No Peter, that's not true. I"m really nothing, trust me. I've got plenty of faults just like everyone else...you wouldn't like me if you really knew the truth..." he said without thinking.

Peter turned to him sharply then. "The truth? What truth?"

Harry closed his eyes a second realizing his error and he had to think fast to cover it up. "Everyone has a hidden something Peter, everyone has their lies...I'm no exception trust me. All I ever wanted was to be me, and noone's ever let me."

"I'd let you Harry. I'd never expect anything from you that you didn't want to be..." Peter said softly.

Harry sighed, this conversation was getting way too much for him. "I know you would Peter, but I'm not so sure I'm ready for that. If...if things were different...if time was different maybe....but as things are I'm not..."

Peter reached out then and risked putting his hand on Harry's arm. "I can understand that I guess. I"ve not exactly had any experience either in..well...I'm not James if you know what I mean..." he said blushing now.

Harry actually grinned at that. "I dont think anyone could be James but James. I wouldn't even want to try!"

Peter chuckled at that, "True. He is lucky to have Lily though, those two are so much in love. I wonder if I'll ever find someone like that one day. The others dont know this but...well...I've never even been kissed...by anyone...before..." Peter said blushing again now.

Harry was surprized at that, "But you have had girlfriends or whatever right? I thought Sirius said..." but he stopped when Peter shook his head.

"Katie and I were friends, nothing more. She had a boyfriend in the muggle world, so I never bothered to go further. But she left this year and that was that. We never even so much as held hands..." he said sighing now.

"Oh...I didn't know...sorry..." Harry said then quietly.

"It's okay, I didn't want them to know. The would never have stopped teasing me if they knew the truth. Just once though...I'd like to know what it's like to be kissed...to see if it's everything Remus says it is. James thinks snogging is the best thing on earth, but at the rate I"m going...I'll never even know!" Peter said sighing unhappily.

Harry didn't respond to him right away, this required some major thinking. He really did hate seeing Peter so torn up like this, though Harry was pretty much in the same boat as Peter. Though he had kissed a girl a few times, it was atleast to him, more then a bit awkward and clumsy, and he knew deep down it wasn't something he really ever wanted to repeat again. It was something that he buried though, and he knew was a part of why he had been so unhappy in his own time. The truth of what he knew he really was, and the fact he was so afraid of anyone knowing it had eaten away at him for a while now, he was just too ashamed however to admit it.

"Peter?" Harry said then after thinking things over.

"Yeah Harry?" Peter said back and looked back up at him.

"Do...would...what I mean is...do you really want to? Be kissed I mean...." Harry said slowly looking back at Peter now.

Peter nodded slowly, a tiny flicker of hope now in his eyes. "Yes. More the anything Harry..." he said quietly.

Harry didn't even think anymore on it, he found himself just leaning it and taking Peter's face in his hands, then putting his lips on Peters. He had never kissed another boy before, so he wasn't quite prepared for this, but a second later he finally found the answer.

Peter's lips were warm and soft, and Harry suddenly realized that this was the real truth, the truth he had kept hidden from Ron, Hermione, and everyone else including himself all this time. This wasn't clumsy or awkward, it was well...nice. Maybe too nice, and suddenly a part of Harry didn't want to stop kissing Peter. Peter responded to Harry immediately, like a butterfly that emerges from it's cocoon, and Harry was feeling much the same way. Kissing a boy felt far better then kissing a girl ever had, this felt just so right.

Harry nor Peter even noticed the time or that a cheer had gone up from the commons below. Nothing seemed to affect them right then, nothing did except the warmth of their lips on each other and the feelings that were heating up between them. Nor did they even realize the cause of that same cheer, and what it had meant.

"Oh my gods Harry, what the bloody hell are you doing?" a voice said in shock just then from the doorway, and Harry and Peter split apart quickly.

"D-Draco?" Harry said trying to get a hold of his senses again and looked up now into a very shocked, and strangely enough hurt pair of blue eyes.

Draco just stood there a second, taking in the scene he had just witnessed between Harry and Peter, and his mind just couldn't register it. Turning quickly on his heels he knew he had to get out of there, out of the Gryffindor tower even, and he sped down the stairs and out the portrait hole before anyone could stop him.

He didn't know where he would go, he didn't even care, just as long as it was away from Harry...as far away as he could get. He remembered something bout the old Astronomy tower having some hidden rooms that students could go to when they needed time away, so he turned his direction and headed up that way to think. He found a small classroom near the very top of the tower which had a windowsill. Sitting down and looking out into the night sky he realized there were tears on his face, though he hadn't remembered even starting them.

*Damn you Harry! How could you do this to me? The hell with the future....to hell with everything...I dont care anymore! You want Peter so much fine, have him....I dont need you...I dont need anyone. I'm a Slytherin, not a stupid bloody Gryffindor, I can take care of myself. You'll see Harry Potter, I dont need you!* Draco's thoughts whispered, and suddenly the tears came harder. This just couldn't be happening, not now, not when he'd thought Harry had finally gotten past Peter and his attractions towards him.

Draco felt betrayed, though why he didn't know, but he did. Everything had been going so well the past few weeks, he'd finally gotten Harry and himself into a real friendship of sorts, even if they did still spar with each other daily for fun. He didn't want Harry to think he was getting too Gryffindorish, and Harry didn't seem to mind it actually. But now everything was gone, the trust they were beginning to find, the playful bantering they had...all gone in one fell blow. Peter had him in his clutches now, and Draco felt like he just lost Harry forever.

As he let his tears fall silently now, he gazed up at the moon, wishing that he'd never followed Harry that night in their own time. Wondring how he'd been stupid enough to think that while they were stuck here that anything could ever blot out the hatred they'd felt for each other and attempt to start over. It was with a heavy heart that the stars were no longer bright for him now, nor that the half moon that was peeking through the clouds didn't look as golden as it should have. Everything had a haze on it to Draco, nothing it seemed could ever be the same again.

"I thought I'd find you here." a muffled voice said from thin air then, and Draco turned round startled at seeing noone.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" Draco said outloud, trying to sound braver then he really felt at the moment.

Suddenly a shimmer of air practically infront of him made him gasp, as the figure of Harry emerged from underneath what was obviously an invisibility cloak. "Had to peek into a few rooms till I found you, you would have to choose the top of course." Harry said grumbling and put the cloak down rightside up so he'd find it later.

Draco just looked at Harry in shock, this was certainly something he hadn't expected to see at the moment. "Who's cloak? And what are you doing here? I thought you'd still be with Peter..." he said angrily, turning away now and gazing back out the window.

"My dad's, where did you think I got mine from?" Harry said, then walked over and sat down on the windowsill next to Draco. "I'm sorry." was all he said.

"For what? Snogging Peter senseless on your bed or being just a stupid git to begin with." Draco said bitterly keeping his eyes turned out the window.

Harry sighed, he knew this wasn't going to be easy by any means. "For both if you want. I didn't know that...that was going to happen. It just...did...that's all...I cant explain it." he said quietly.

"No need to explain Harry, obviously your little talk went well now didn't it." Draco said still bitterly. "You want to go shag Peter, go head, you have my permission, I dont care anymore."

Harry shook his head and sighed again. "That's just it Draco, Peter's a nice guy but..."

"But what? Too afraid you'd actually enjoy it? Too afraid he might be better then you in something? Is he a good snogger Harry..huh? Didn't he make you see fireworks and heat you up enough to want to make wild passionate love to him?" Draco said sarcastically.

Harry didn't say anything back for a moment, he knew he deserved whatever Draco was lashing out at him with. Finally after thinking things through he said, "No. He didn't." he said softly then and turned his gaze down to his hands that were in his lap.

Draco acted like he hadn't heard him, his mind had to be playing tricks on him because he just had heard Harry say... "You....he didn't?" he said now turning to face Harry.

Harry shook his head. "Nope. Not that it wasn't nice.." he said and saw another angry look come from Draco so he finished up quickly, "But it wasn't what I really thought it would be. It wasn't fireworks and explosions Draco...it was just nice." he said quietly and looked over at Draco now.

"Why then? Why'd you do it Harry?" Draco asked no longer angry but just wanting to know the truth.

Harry shrugged. "I dont know, I wish I could tell you why I did it Draco, but I dont really know. I"ve never kissed a boy before...and for so long I've been hiding the fact that kissing girls didn't interest me. I thought...I thought something was wrong with me until I realized....I realized...that..."

"That...?" Draco said softly.

"That I dont like girls because...because I like boys Draco. I"ve been too afraid to admit it, that's part of why I was so unhappy in our time. I was ashamed, afraid of what everyone would think of me. Everyone expects so much of me back home...probably even to get married, settle down and have a dozen kids. I didn't want to disappoint everyone..." he said slumping his shoulders now and gazing back down.

Draco looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "Oh Harry....I wish you had just told me this before...I wish...I wish I had known the truth...."

"What good would it have done Draco? You and I hated each other remember?"

"But..we dont now Harry. I wanted to, I did hate you when I saw you with Peter. I thought...I thought you betrayed me, that you were going to throw our only chance of getting home away by what you'd done...but I cant hate you anymore Harry...I cant..." Draco said sighing deeply.

"I dont want to hurt you either Draco. Peter realizes now that he never really could have me, especially since I went tearing out of the room after you like I did." Harry said with half a chuckle.

"You...you did?" Draco said astonished now.

Harry nodded, a slight grin on his face. "Yeah, I practically had to force my dad to give me the cloak they still had downstairs luckily. Though I'm going to have to really explain that away on how I knew he had one....cripes, I didn't even think of that!" Harry said slapping his forehead now and groaning.

Draco stared at Harry and suddenly broke out in a laugh. "Honestly Harry, that's so like you! Act first, think later sheesh! What am I going to do with you huh?" he said grinning now.

Harry grinned back and shrugged. "Dont know Draco, dont know. I really am sorry about all this...can you forgive me?" he said hopefully.

Draco gazed for a moment back out the window, realizing that the stars and moon were bright again, and turned back to Harry nodding his head. "Only if you promise me that you wont, under any circumstances go snogging Peter again?" he said and held his breath waiting for Harry's answer.

Harry looked him straight in the eye and nodded. "I promise Draco. From now on no more snogging unless it's meant for keeps. Someone out there is meant for me....I just have to find them is all...." Harry said wistfully, though he didn't take his gaze off Draco.

Draco just smiled back and said softly, "I know he is Harry. He's waiting for you with all his heart...."

The two of them didn't say anything more after that, just sat there and gazed out the window thinking for a bit longer. They really didn't feel like going back to the party, so they waited until they felt it was late enough that hopefully everyone would have retired to their rooms. Still staying silent, yet thinking along very similar queue's, they headed back together to the commons under the cloak, and was relieved to find the commons party free and empty.

They made their way upstairs, everyone was now in their beds and snoring away, even Peter thankfully, and got into their pyjamas. As they climbed into their own beds, they still hadn't said anything to each other, for some reason it wasn't needed right just then. Something had changed between them that night, though neither boy knew what it was or where it would end up. Whatever the case, for the moment it was enough, and each of them fell asleep with the other in their dreams.

Somewhere in a room many floors below, a mirror glowed for a moment as if in contentment. A reflection shimmered within the mirror, and the figures of two boys holding hands and nodding their head came through, smiles on each of their faces. Behind them stood 4 more figures now, 4 adults, also with smiles on their faces. A woman with red hair holding hands with a man of short raven coloured hair, and a man with brown grey streaked hair holding hands with a man with long black hair. As the 6 mirror images glanced out into the room, a peace seemed to fill the air, and then the figures disappeared as quickly as they had come, leaving behind only a slight shimmer of the candle flames as the only proof anything had been there at all.

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