This story is by Luna X


Common Room

When Draco first entered the common room, the Slytherin common room, it felt like coming home. After two month at the Malfoy Manor, two long month without real love and feeling secure. The time with Aunt Bellatrix and the Dark Lord, it weirdly felt like coming home from a long and exhausting marathon. Then he saw his face, Harry's face. The face of the person he hated and loved at the same time. The face of his and Hermione's best Friend. The face of the person who always stole his attention. He did understand that Harry always had more attention than he. He was the one who defeated the Lord Voldemort, and he was the sun of one of the most dangerous death eaters.

Draco had always been jealous of him, and of course of Hermione. He tried so many times to win Hermione Granger's trust, but then there was always Harry who came and saved everyone and everything. Draco never told anyone about it, but he secretly adored Hermione, and it broke his heart every time he came in a room and Hermione ran out. He once even heard Hermione telling Harry to stop being Draco's friend or she will stop being his friend. Of course, they stayed friends. Yes, he could trust Harry.

"Hi Draco, how was your summer?"

Harry stood up and they hugged. Draco realised that Harry looked really sad and not worn, but Draco didn't say anything, because she knew that he didn't look any better either.

"Okay, and how was yours?"

"You know the Dursleys, they were horrible! Guess what the first thing they said was?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"They said, "Did you tell any other freak our address or number?" I mean no Wellcome, no How was your year, not even a simple Hello! I really missed Hogwarts, it just feels more like home."

Draco knew that Harry always hated the holidays at their house, but he was always surprised when he saw how mean and rude they were. Draco also had something to tell Harry, but he was scared how he would react.

Then he heard himself saying it, without knowing how. The words just came out of his mouth.

"The Dark Lord stayed at our house for the whole summer. I also got the dark mark and had to act like I am only a friend of yours to spy for him. I am so sorry."

Harry stared at him for a time that felt like days. Then he smiled and said,

"That's great! You finally won his full trust, and you can also tell him wrong information about the order. Let's go to Dumbledore immediately!"

"Wait… Are you kidding?"

Draco was really surprised. He already had imagined so many different scenes of Harry shouting at him.

"Of course not. Come on now, do you want me to help you unpack? We have to hurry up. I want to go to the headmaster before the feast. Oh, I almost forgot, can I see the….the"

Harry stopped because he didn't know what to say. He knew how it felt when everyone always wanted to see his scar. Harry didn't have to say anything, Draco knew Harry good enough to know how curious he was to see the dark mark. He rolled up his left slieve and he could see how the scalp with the snake was burned into his arm. Draco didn't remember the night when he got it. He only remembered how relieved his mother Narcissa was when he woke up the next day. He didn't ask, but he was almost sure that his mother had stayed next to his bed the whole night. His father was almost as white as a ghost, and he knew that it wasn't his biggest dream that the Lord Voldemort lived in his house, and Draco knew very well that the Dark Lord only did this to punish the Malfoys.

" Okay, this looks so creepy! I always only saw this when I was fighting against someone. It's actually kind of pretty. Anyways, how was your journey? Dumbledore organized some kind of escort for every second Gryffindor and me! I am so happy to glad that I have Hermione. The others hate me."

It was very unusual for Harry to talk that much. It normally was Draco who became so over excited with everything. This happened once a year, at the beginning of the school year at Hogwarts. Draco knew how much Harry hated the summer at Privet Drive number 4, and he couldn't blame him. He met the Dursleys once and that was by far enough. Draco was glad that Harry wasn't anything like them, although he was their nephew.

Dracos perfect best friend.