After returning for an 8th year, Harry had fainted in the great hall at breakfast. He had a fever, second to none, and it took four days for Madame Pomfrey to break it. She tried everything, from ice packs to a cooling charm. Nothing had worked. Until she placed him in an ice cold bath, which after he came round, started to shiver and had his lips turning blue. But the fever was broken, Harry was healed, and the rest of his year could begin. None of the other eight years knew that he was being discharged today.
They had been very worried about him, and also not being allowed to visit made their worry grow. If that were even possible. While he was down and out, all the other students in his year had called a truce and made peace with each other. It seems they were tired of the fighting and paying for their father's mistakes. Feuding because your ancestors did was stupid. They wanted a new start, and they were going to get it.
No it wasn't plain sailing. No it wasn't going to be easy. No it wasn't forced upon them, but they knew better than anyone that hate meant nothing anymore. Not when you live through a war that was meant to divide you, and come back from death. They also knew that the new state of affairs would have Harry smiling, making him very happy. And if anyone deserved happiness, it was him.
Walking into the great hall, after being scolded by Madame Pomfrey that he had better look after himself, he headed straight for the Gryffindor table. He stopped halfway, seeing that the Slytherins were seated there as well. He smiled and took a seat. Sitting across from him was his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy.
Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle and Theo Nott were next to him. He smiled at all of them and asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure of the snakes being in the Lion's den?" in a husky voice. Harry was a changed man. Bulging biceps, tanned skin, no longer wearing glasses, he looked almost like a sex god. Well, that's what was running through Draco's mind anyway.
"We all called a truce Harry", said Hermoine. "It was time", she sighed. Harry looked at everyone and nodded his head.
"I agree. Welcome to Gryffindor", he said smirking.
"Don't be an idiot Potter, we will never be Gryffindorks", spat Draco.
"Oh sweetheart, your words wound me", drooled Harry. Harry had noticed that Draco had become beautiful, and with a sudden burst of confidence decided to say what he had. Feeling no shame at what he had uttered, he licked his lips and waited for the response.
"Don't call me Sweetheart", sneered the Slytherin.
"Why, does someone else call you that?", asked Harry, pushing his luck, and hoping for a no.
"Oh Potter, if you only knew", said Pansy. He raised an eyebrow at her, and before he could say anything, Draco cut in.
"Shut up Pans!", he said.
Harry smiled at her, letting it go for now. "I am famished, feels like I haven't eaten in days", he said.
Rolling his eyes, Draco replied. "Well seeing as you were passed out.....".
He chuckled. "What exactly happened to me?", he asked, turning to Hermoine. She answered him that his body was hot to the touch that day, and he said he was going to wash his face to feel better. But when he had stood up, he started swaying, and before anyone could say anything, he had fallen to the floor. Hagrid and Professor Snape had taken him to the hospital wing.
"And they didn't say what caused the fever?", he asked seriously. She shook head no, and Draco answered at the same time.
"Probably that head of yours getting too big Potter", he sniggered. Harry lifted his eyes, and roamed over Draco. Biting his bottom lip, he made his intentions quite clear. "You think I have a big head?", he asked with a smirk, and seeing the blush on Draco's face made him laugh out loud, making everyone at the table react the same way
