Draco stood motionless at the bed of lilac surrounding the marbled stone, chiselled on it permanently sat the name Severus Snape. It was a pity really, after the oh-so great Savior, the one and only boy who lived saved them all from The Dark Lord; everything's gone back to normal. Well sort of, after Draco went to the Dark Eater's side he was shunned from school. Everybody except Pansy, Blaise and Greg avoided him. The Golden trio occasionally talked to him too, barely. Him and Harry were on okay terms, they still picked fights together and sometimes it felt comforting that that didn't change.

"Malfoy?" Draco flinched, his hands immediately reached for his wand as he turned around. There stood the devil whose name was spoken, the Golden boy in everyone's heart. Harry stood there dumbfounded as he stared at Draco.

"Oh, Potter." Draco clears his throat, before his lips curled into a smile, "What's our saviour doing in the forbidden forest?"

"I should be asking you the same question, Malfoy." He grumbled. Draco chuckled softly.

"I'm not a saviour though." Draco replied smiling, not trying to sound bitter but Harry seemed more displeased when he said that.

"You threw me a wand, Malfoy." Harry took a step closer.

"Anyone would have!" Draco stayed still. He didn't understand why Harry had to make it seem bigger than it truly was.

"But you did."

Silence. Draco pursed his lips into a thin line and looked down at his feet. A minute or two of silence passed as the two survivors looked at the ground.

"So, now that I've technically won, why are you here? Really." Harry asked, a hint of concern mixed with curiousity present in his tone. Draco turned to the Grave.

"To visit him of course. Am I not allowed to?" Draco sighed.

"No, I... I just didn't expect you to." Harry smiled a bit, at least Snape wasn't lonely out here too. Draco sighed, the forbidden forest was a getaway for him. It was nice, quiet, and no one cared about whatever happened in here anyways. It won't get him in trouble for being out here either, so that means he won't join his father in Azkaban.

"Did you grow the lilacs?" Harry piped up, snapping Draco out of his trance. His gaze shifted to the periwinkle purple flowers that was surrounding the stone protectively.

"No, there were already a few growing. I might or might not have charmed them though." Draco smirked. He lied, he planted the first few then charmed them.

"They're nice." Harry smiled warmly, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. Draco felt awkward, he was more used to fighting with Harry rather than sympathizing with him.

"I... I'll get going, Potter. I don't want to be late for Charms." Draco began to leave. Just then, Harry remembered something.

"Charms? You're going to classes? It's lunch, you didn't even eat anything." Harry responded, grabbing the taller man's arms. Draco halted in his tracks, not because Harry stopped him but because he realised that Harry knew where he was.

"What? So you casted a trace on me?" Draco spun around, menace glinting in his eyes. He hated to be traced, to be followed of any sort. It was just annoying to him. Especially if it's the Golden boy who lived because he wasn't a beast who needed to be kept in check. He absolutely hated it, the distrust in everyone's eyes.

"No actually, it was pretty easy to find you. I actually came out here because I wanted to try a new charm on a mushroom that was supposed to make it bigger and not poisonous, but I heard mumbling and happened to see you." Harry trailed off, he was quite embarrassed. He wanted to become an Auror after the Eighth year and he was making new potions without a guide to see if he would pass, he didn't fail completely; it got much bigger than it initially was but it got really, really poisonous.

"Oh. That's good. Well, about lunch -it doesn't matter anyways. I can tell Blaise to sneak me some food later if I'm hungry anyways. It's none of your concern for my wellbeing, Potter, or are you growing a soft spot for the bad boy?" Draco smirked at the revolted expression that was on Potter's face.

"You wish, Draco! Good Merlin, you know I don't swing that way." Harry retorted.

"Oh? I never implied you did, I only said 'growing a soft spot'." Draco chuckled.

"You!-"

"Goodbye, Potter. That was a nice talk." Draco waved as he began to walk off. Harry watched him walk out of earshot before his anger begin to steam away, chuckling at himself, he realised why Draco found the conversation amusing. Fighting with Draco was always fun, it was never really serious at all. Besides the war talk and all, of course their relationship became a bit friendlier but somehow Draco changed; he became more wary of people.

Walking into Charms, Draco sat down next to Pansy who was grumpily flipping through the textbook. Looking up at the platinum blond who just sat himself down next to her, she squinted at him grumpily.

"Oh, hello Mr Malfoy, busy kissing Potter's arse?" She asked sarcastically.

"Funny, Pansy, that's not too far from the truth." Draco slips the book out of Pansy's grasps. "Goodness me, what have you done to the poor book."

"You were with Potter? Why?" Pansy snarled, her hairs were basically flaring on their ends with the mentions of Potter's name.

"We just happened to bumped into each other, talked a bit. I was tempted to hex him at moments but generally I got a good tease out of him. No need to be alarmed Pansy, I'm not going to do anything foolish." Draco brushed it off.

"Right, because your father will hear about it." Ron chuckled from the back seat. Pansy shot Ron a glare as she sees Draco reach for his wand. Oh Merlin, how he hated the Weasley, especially Ron since he was so annoying. Draco knows he's done unforgivable things though, like nearly killing Ron and his brother. This is well deserved. Slowly, his hands move away from his wand.

"Aw, scared, Malfoy? Did you become a wuss after the war?" Ron sniggered heartily, making Draco even more tempted to hex him. He turned to Pansy with gritted teeth, unable to make himself turn to the smug ginger. She only calmly shook her head as she held his hand on the table firmly to stop it from going to his wand.

"The thing is, Weasle-ly, you were a wuss even before the war. So at least I'm a little better." Draco forced on a smug smile and slowly turned to Ron whose proud smile had faltered immediately.

"What did you just call me?" Ron said, seemingly with no harmful intent even though it was a threat. Draco has never seen such insincerity before. It was certainly quite amusing, he had been around blood lusting people before so he knew what real threats sound and looked like.

"The same thing you called me. You're no better than me, Weasle-ly, but at least I know how to sincerely threaten someone." Draco was now more confident, slightly; the proper word is amused. Pansy laughed and so did other Slytherins, making Ron even angrier. Standing up, Ron was basically hollering now.

"At least I'm not a backstabbing cunt, aye?" Ron's lips turned into a sly smile. A jab at a wound that was still healing, the room instantly went quiet. Draco's smile has disappeared and his eyes were widened, he was feeling anger? No. Sad? No... Disappointed? Maybe, closer at least. Whatever he was feeling, he felt bad about it. Clutching his left arm where the Dark Mark has faded a lot, but not disappeared, he looked away shamefully. Of course he knew he wouldn't be forgiven but he was still foolish enough to hope they'd forget.

"So, Malfoy, you-" "Ron, enough! We've all suffered, even Malfoy." Hermoine ran into the room, carrying multiple books. "I left for barely three minutes to help Mr Flitwick bring some books into the class and you're picking a fight?" Disappointment was prominent in her tone, she sounded just like an angry mother.

"Hermoine, I'm not a child. Stop treating me like one." He hissed, turning away.

"Then stop treating Malfoy like a monster." Hermoine grumbled, slamming the stack of books onto his table. For the first time in ages, Draco was being stood up for. But why? Did Harry tell Hermoine about the encounter? He couldn't possibly.

"What happened?" Harry always has the best timing, viola! There he was, carrying a stack of books. The first person he turned to was of course Draco, because every fight revolves around Draco Malfoy, the evil ex-death eater.

"Nothing, we're done with it already. It's in the past now." Pansy finally speaks up. Flipping through the book nonchalantly, Mr Flitwick starts the class. Class passed without any further complications. Draco went straight to the library whilst Pansy went somewhere to go and meet up with Greg. To his pleasant surprise, Blaise was already in the library when Draco got there.