Harry potter. The boy who lived. The golden boy. The youngest quiditch player to ever play and win the house tournaments. The boy who defeated voldemort. The boy who was now scared absoulutley shitless to tell his friends his most well kept secret.

Hatty let his eyes scan the great hall. He did'nt want to listen to McGonagalls speach. He did'nt feel like starting the new year of by crying in front of every student at Hogwarts. No, and besides, he already knew what she was gonna say. How everyone had to stick together and support each other while we all were griefing the loss of the loved victims of war. She would propably also incude something about putting all rivalry behind us and unite as one strong force or something.

Harry absentmindedly touched the arm of his best friend, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Not that his slight snoring bothered him or anything, the opposite actually. It helped distract him from McGonagalls speech, wich should have been dumbledors speech. No, harry had just gotten tired of hermione trying to talk ron into waking up. " hey Ron, wake up. Dessert is on its way. " Ron sat up straight and rubbed his eyes. " sorry mate. " Harry gave him a slight smile. " s'alright mate. I know how you feel. Im bloody exausted to. "

Harry let his eyes wander again, and stopped at the slytherin table. The first thing that caught his eye was a lonely spot of white-blond hair in the sea of green and black robes. There was no doubht in his mind who it belonged to, just the fact that it wasn't surrounded by a bunch of other students. Draco Malfor had always been the centre of attention, more or less, so this was very unusuall. None of the students sat within two meters of him. It peeked Harrys intrest a bit.

Draco clenched his hands under the table, staring down at it as if he expected the thick wood to suddenly catch fire or disapear. He tried to shut everything out, but it simply didn't work like that. He couldn't stop his mind from registering the headmaster preaching unity and friendship while all of his slytherinhousemates refused to even come remotely close to him. Not that he cared. He didn't like them anyways.

His neck had started to hurt a bit from not moving for so long. His unnatural pose was necessary tho. He would rather leave the shool than let anyone see his expression. He didn't trust himself to keep a straing face at the moment. The most hidden. Inner, repressed side of him wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry. He didn't want to be here. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposedto be at home, with his parents, enjoying the fact that they were all alive and free from the dark lord. And he would be, if they were all alive.

But no.

He supposed peace and calm just wasn't his thing.

As soon as McGonagall had sat down and the desserts had appeared, Harry watched Draco stand up and more or less rush out of the great hall. He raised an eyebrow, tho he understood. Oh what he would't have given to retreat back to his room and go sleep in his bed and just relax.

And tho he was very gratefull that all eightyear students had been given individual rooms, he would definatly miss staying up late talking to Ron and his other mates. At least their rooms would be in the same corridor.

" its me. " Draco said quietly and walked thru the dungeon wall. He figured it would be a simple enough password. He hadn't had the energy to come up with aything original and clever, so he figured it would do.

The room was simple. A bed, a shelf, a nightstand, an desk, a fireplace and a wardrobe and a connecting bathroom. It wasn't fancy by any means, but what it lacked in luxury it made up for in privacy. Draco sighed and took of his shoes. He would have to get used to it, he supposed. But a few suttle changes couldn't hurt.

He grabbed a black marker from his desk and drew a big, square-ish shape on the wall and stepped back. He raised his wand and mumbled spell and the wall inside his shape turned transparent. This would act as a one way window, and help Draco feel a bit less claustrophobic. The sort-of window gave him a pretty nice view of the big lake which housed the giant squid. Perhaps he would pay it a visit someday.

He undressed and opened up his trunk. He would unpack it tomorrow. Now, he just wanted to lay down for a while. He put on a pair of green silk pyjama bottoms and crawled into bed. He sighed and relaxed. It was warm, and soft, and felt amazing against his skin.

He couldn't enjoy the feeling for long before his stomach started to rumble. " shut up. " he whispered to himself and curled up in the soft blanket. " you ate a chocholate frog on the train, you're good until breakfast. " and besides, he was used to the feeling already.

His mind wandered back to the hogwarts express. How he had reached for the handle to his former friends' compartment and how Pansy Parkinson had emidiatly sealed it shut with her wand. He remembered looking into her smug face for a second before turning and walking away to spend the whole ride alone.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if that would help him block the memory.

Out of all his years at hogwarts, this was definatly the year he had felt the most alone.

Harry sat at the table, litening to Rons and Hermiones discussion on how many butterscotch pies were accaptable to eat in one night. He himself had left it at " as many as your heart desires " but apparently Hermione didn't quite agree. Harry roled his eyes and sighed. They both knew ron would stuff his face until he looked like a ginger beachball so what was the point?

He took a sip of him pumpkin juice and leaned his head on rons shoulder. " Mate, just leave it. She isn't gonna give up anytime soon. " Ron leaned his head on harrys and sighed. " i know Harry but this isn't about that. Its about... uh... " Harry laughed and turned his head so his forehead could rest on his shoulder. " Im thinking about going to bed. Im actually exausted. " It seemed both his friends had temporarily stopped arguing which he was very gratefull for. Ron rubbed his arm softly. " yeah mate, you go. You look like you might need it. " Harry nodded and sat up straight. He finished his juice and stood up at the same time as Ron and Hermione. She hugged him carefully. " see you tomorrow harry" " yeah "

she let him go and sat down again, watching the two boys tightly embrace each other.

" Good night mate "

" You to Ron. "

" You feeling okay?

Harry simply nodded.

" You got the potions, right? "

" They said they would be in my room. "

" If they're not, tell me, yeah? "

" I promise. "

Ron tightened his grip. " if you need me, im right next to you in the other room. My password is butterscotch. "

Harry smiled and let his taller best friend hold him.

They had a very special relationship that harry cherrished so damn much. He loved Ron. He loved him a lot. They were basically brothers at this point. They had spent every christmas together for eight years and been together ninety percent of the time.

They shared pretty much everything. Secrets, experiences, laughter, beds on multiple occasions...

Harry trusted him with everything. Ron knew everything about him. Almost, at least. It was him that Harry had grown up with, taught him what friendship was all about, and in the late hours of the night, he was the one who would hold him when he was shaking and crying from nighterrors. He had always been the one to crawl into his bed and held him in his arms. He was always the one to stroke his hair and whisper soothing words to him when he had woken him up with his hysterical crying.

" My password is Quidditch. " Harry whispered back and cleched the back of his best mates robes. He felt rons hand stroke his hair softly. The touh was both familiar and calming, and he loosend his grip somewhat.

" you want me to walk you back to your room? "

" thank you, but i think im okay. "

Ron nodded and gave him an extra tight squeeze before letting him go. They smiled at each other and Harry turned around.

" No wonder people think you two are lovers " He heard hermione say before walking away.

Harry entered his room in the fifth floor corridor and looked around. All eightyears had been given identical rooms. He supposed they didn't have time do design something personal and fancy for everyone. Still, it was nice. It was quite roomy and the bed looked very soft. Besides, they had all been told they could feel free to do whatever they wished to make their rooms more personal. But it wasn't like Harry had any energy for that right now. He kicked his shoes of and threw his robed over the chair. He put his wand on the nightstand and jumped into bed.

Sooooo soft

he cuddled up in the blankets and sighed happily.

But...

The potions...

He sat up and looked around in the room, searching for the dreamless-sleep-potions he had been promised by madame pomefry. He open the nightstand drawer. Nope, empty. He groaned and got out of bed again. For fucks sake... he walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom wasn't tiny, but it was significantly smaller than he was used to. Then again, there was no need for it to be bigger than this, really. There was a tub that took up most of the space, well fittet to be able to fit at lest two people in. Then there was a toilet and a sink with a cabinet over it, and a few hangers on the door.

Harry opened the small cabinet. Bingo. He got one of the smal glass flasks with purple liquid inside and smiled. He uncorked it and drank it like a shot.

He quickly hurried back to bed and cuddled down into the fluffy mess. He was finally home.