Draco couldn't sleep, and for what reason, he knew not. He got up out of bed and pulled his robe about him. He left his dormitory and paced the common room for a bit.

Finally, he sighed and left. He didn't care if he got caught. At least if he got caught he'd have something to do.

He approached an open door. He entered the room and looked around. He spotted a full length mirror and walked up to it to see if he looked at all tired. He didn't expect what he saw.

He saw himself, but with Harry Potter's arms wrapped lovingly around him. Harry Potter placed a kiss on his cheek.

Draco, shocked, whirled around. He saw no Harry Potter. He lifted a hand to his cheek but felt no kiss. Draco didn't understand. He returned his gaze to the mirror. Harry potter grinned at him, nuzzling the back of his neck.

Draco promptly left. His swift and quiet footsteps led back to his common room. He walked up the stairs to his dormitory and crawled into bed.

He didn't understand. What was it the mirror showed him? His face heated up at the thought of being all cuddly with Harry Potter.

After another hour of troublesome thinking, Draco Malfoy fell into a fitful sleep.

"Malfoy doesn't look so good," Hermione commented, drawing Ron's and Harry's attention to the blonde boy.

Draco looked unsure and uncomfortable, like he had found out he was going to befriend a Muggleborn, and very tired.

"He never looks good," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"No, Hermione's right," Harry said. "Malfoy looks lost."

Snape told Draco to see him after class. Draco just blinked a bit at the request. Snape frowned but didn't deduct points as the Gryffindors had hoped.

The Golden Trio wanted to see how, exactly, Draco had gotten in trouble with Snape. It was unheard of.

When class ended, Hermione told Harry and Ron to go ahead and leave. Ron protested, but Harry pulled him along, figuring it would make more sense if Hermione stayed after.

After Harry and Ron left, Hermione lingered as if she was going to ask a question. Draco approached Professor Snape's desk. "Yes, Professor?"

"What were you doing out of bed around midnight?" Snape demanded of Draco.

"I couldn't sleep," Draco muttered. "So I took a walk to clear my mind."

"It obviously didn't."

"Because I saw something that unnerved me. There was a mirror, and—"

Draco was cut off as Snape stood, spotting Hermione. "What are you still doing here, Ms. Granger?" he demanded.

"I…I…," Hermione said, but she just looked down. Snape waited for her to leave, which she soon did.

Snape turned to Draco. "Continue."

"There was a mirror," Draco repeated. "But when I looked at it, I wasn't alone. There was Potter there, hugging me, and he kissed my cheek." Draco wrinkled his nose.

Snape frowned. "Describe the mirror."

Draco did, and Snape gave a heavy sigh. "That is the Mirror of Erised."

"And…?"

"The Mirror of Erised shows one's heart desire."

"Wh-What?" Draco sputtered. "That's impossible! I don't desire Potter!"

"You most certainly shouldn't tell your father," Snape continued, ignoring Draco's denial. "He would be most disappointed."

"But-!"

"You may leave my office. Now."