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Chapter Eight: The Magic in Me

*Draco's Point of View*

I had made my way to my office, once again. I had just left the staff meeting. I smirked at the small amount of progress I had gained. I knew I had to try to gain Harry's trust as a co-worker first, then as a friend, before I could ever hope to get to his heart. I had finally reached my office and quickly unlocked the door. I leisurely glided into the room and sank into the chair behind my desk. With a few taps of my wand and a few murmured password spells, the secret drawer on my desk unlocked and opened.

The drawer was set up like the desk top itself. Once it opened fully, the sides faded into mist and the drawer became a table for you to work on private documents. I had placed a few items in the hidden drawer. My favorite quill and ink set, my lesson plans, and lastly, my Harry Potter To-Do List.

Even though, Harry's momentary camaraderie was a step in the right direction, it was still shy of my first plan of action. I tapped the blank parchment that now lie on my new desktop. The bright green, that was my magic's signature color, flowed from my wand and soaked into the parchment. Once the entire piece glowed green, I whispered, "Aparecium."

With that, the wards and enchantments faded away, leaving all the writing visible. I jotted down my thoughts of the night, making note of my move in the right direction. I crossed out the first item, since it was already in motion. I then leaned back and read it to myself:

To-Do List:

1) Subtly become a part of his conversations (Not too much in the beginning.)
2) Do not completely relent the Malfoy ways, it makes the change for good more noticeable. (However, careful not to over do.)
3) Increase helpful behavior, increase contact with Mr. Potter.
4) Earn trust, friendship.
5) Find a way to get alone time with Potter. (Make sure no alcohol is involved.)
6) And last but not least…Harry Potter himself. (Again!)
7) Then repeat #6. Often.

Satisfied, I placed the list back into the compartment and put all the enchantments back in place. I stood from my chair and looked up towards the door for the first time since I entered. That's when green met silver.

*Harry's Point of View*

Ron and Hermione politely excused themselves leaving me in the Great Hall with Neville and Luna. I had to keep in mind that they were still a newly bonded couple, so it was to be expected that they would want time to spend alone. Being back at Hogwarts, accepting it as my home again, made everything feel different. My memory linked this place with feeling safe, being 1/3 of an inseparable trio, and hating a certain Slytherin. Only now, 2/3 of that inseparable trio were now married to each other and that certain Slytherin was now on my side of the old fight. Wrapping my mind around these facts was difficult. It seemed to go against the grain. But I was happy for Hermione and Ron. And as far as Draco Malfoy went, I was lost.

I finally excused myself from the Great Hall as well. However, going back to my room was not my goal. I just wanted to be alone. I needed time to think. I walked without aim, lost in my own mind. It wasn't until I began to hear my steps echo around me that I realized that my feet had taken me into the Slytherin Dungeons. To be more specific, it seemed they had taken me right to the Potions classroom. Even though I was now aware of my location, it seemed I couldn't stop myself from going inside.

I worked my way through the classroom, stopping in the middle of the room. It was then that I saw a bright green light. Instinctively, my mind linked this green flash of light with the killing curse that plagued my nightmares during the war. However, it was my magic that calmed me. My magic tingled inside me, telling me that this flash of light was not a curse, but the magic of another person. My feet began moving again, taking me towards a door at the back of the room where the magic was coming from.

I reached the door and found it to be locked. It never occurred to me that it was locked for a reason. All I knew was that I had to get closer to that magic. Mine was singing for it. Without thought, my wand was out and with one wordless wave, I unlocked the door. I opened the door as the bright green light was fading. My magic ached for it. Why was it leaving?

Now the magical signature was completely gone, back into its containment. I could feel the ache of loneliness inside me. My magic had now retreated back to my core now that whatever had been calling to it was gone. I blinked to clear my vision. Once everything came back into clear focus, my eyes were locked on the molten silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.

I was beyond confused. What was Draco doing that had caused such a reaction from the magic that was intertwined with my soul? I had never felt anything like that before. I didn't know what it meant or why it happened. And now, here I was, in Malfoy's office, with nothing to say.

*Draco's Point of View*

I didn't know how much Harry had seen. I knew it couldn't have been too much, my senses were sharper than that. However, it still worried me. I didn't need to scare him father off. But my pride, momentarily, got the better of me.

"Potter, what are you doing in my office? What is so urgent that you would forget to knock?" I said in a half serious, half sarcastic tone. The reaction was instant. The confused, deep open emerald eyes that had been staring into mine hardened.

"I saw a flash of green. I'm sure you understand what I mistook it for." he replied in a tone just as hard and guarded as his eyes had become. I instantly regretted my words. However, it was too late to go back now.

I continued, but with more caution, "I do. However, the war is over. I think you seem to forget that I am now your co-worker and not your enemy." For a moment, my well thought out planning fell from my mind and my eyes bore into his with intensity. "I have been nothing but honest with you, Harry Potter. I know that I gave you a lot of reasons to doubt me with our twisted past, but I changed the day you saved my life for no reason other than because you felt it was the right thing to do. It helped when I no long had my father to please, but what you did that one night saved my life over and over again. Maybe you regret it now, I don't know." My eyes broke contact with his and I looked down at me feet. The honest fear I felt from my last statement surprised me. I had always wondered if he regretted saving me.

"Do you honestly believe Id rather you be dead that be forced to bicker with you from time to time?" Harry's voice was appalled. "You were right. In the heat of the moment, I saved you simply because it was the right thing to do. School rivalry or not, you and I are so much alike. We were both born into a position. We both had expectations laid out for us to follow. Just because I didn't like you back then does not mean I didn't understand you to a point, Malfoy. I would not have let you die when it was in my power to save you just because you had a vindictive father."

My head snapped up and our eyes were once again locked. "How did you know that was the case. How did you know that I wasn't just as vindictive?" My voice held no malice, only pure curiosity.

His eyes looked a hundred years older than he was as he said, "Two things always stuck out in my memory when I pondered that very question. They both took place in our sixth year. The first was that day, in bathroom. I had walked in to find you crying over the task you had been given by Voldemort." I shuddered at the name. "Of course, that day ended badly. I was foolish to use a curse that I didn't know the outcome of. It almost cost you your life, and for that I am sorry."

"The second memory is from the night Dumbledore died. I was under my invisibility cloak and had been body bound by Dumbledore so I couldn't intervene. I saw everything that happed. I saw the hesitation, the fear, and the hate you had in you for being forced to do what you had been asked to do that night. I also saw you lowering your wand. I knew then that you were not your father. And even though you could be an evil git, I knew you weren't all bad. It seemed you and I both had a talent for being manipulated."

I was stunned into a mental silence. What could I possibly say after that? I did not know and neither did my brain, yet my stupid mouth seemed to act on its own, "Especially by each other." I wanted to slap myself. I think I was the only one aware of the power Harry had over me in school. He was oblivious. What a dumb thing to say.

To my surprise he smiled. "Yes. Especially by each other. Goodnight, Malfoy."

With that he left me standing alone and dumbfound in my office. Maybe he hadn't been as oblivious as I thought. It was then that an idea formed in my head. Automatically I shunned it. I hated asking for outside help. I much preferred working things out on my own. However, this might be the exception. I knew one person who might be able to give me the insight I would need to break down Harry's walls. I needed to talk to Granger.