Draco walked through the dark, deserted halls of Hogwarts. He had woken up at three in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep.

It was two months after the final battle, and Hogwarts was almost back to how it used to be. Magic is a wonderful thing, Draco thought to himself.

Although the battle of Hogwarts had been terrible, the teachers were trying to get the school running as normal. The students who had lost family members had the option of starting school when it opened (which was in two months) or waiting until they were ready.

Draco had four weeks left of school. His fifth week would be spent doing exams, and his last week appreciating everything about Hogwarts. He was dreading those four weeks of studying. All the cramming, studying, the sleepless nights...

Draco wasn't sure what he wanted to do after school. His father had been pressuring him to join the Dark Lord for as long as he could remember, but now that the Dark Lord was defeated he didn't have any ideas. An Auror would be the opposite of his previous 'profession'...he was doing very well in all of his subjects, so he'd decided on his career path after he got his exam results back.

Draco turned a corner and stopped. He didn't know where he was. Suits of armour lined the walls and portraits snored lightly in their frames. Doors led to empty classrooms. It was like any other Hogwarts corridor, but Draco couldn't figure out where he was.

Maybe if I retrace my steps...he thought as he spun on the spot. He wanted to get back to the common room before the sun was up. He walked quickly back the way he had came, treading lightly. He thought he heard footsteps, but told himself they were his own. However, he kept hearing them. Suddenly he stopped. The footsteps kept going for a few seconds.

"Whos there?" Draco called as he pulled his wand from his pocket. "Show yourself!"

He heard the swish of a cloak being pulled off. Harry Potter stepped out from behind a suit of armour, hastily pushing a silvery cloak into his pocket.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

Draco stared at the raven-haired boy for a few seconds.

"What are you doing out here, Potter? Were you following me?" Draco questioned.

"What are you doing out here, Malfoy?" Harry asked, avoiding Draco's question to him. In truth he had been following the older boy, telling himself he thought Draco was up to no good, but there were other reasons...

"Prefect duties," Draco answered automatically. With a start he realised two very important things. One, there were no prefect duties to do because school hadn't started and two, prefects had never done duties at three in the morning.

As Harry and Draco's eyes met, Draco saw something in Harrys eyes...what is that? Draco mentally shook his head and focused on the problem at hand- Harry knew those things about prefect duty, too. He was screwed. He would have to admit to Potter that he was feeling upset and needed to clear his head, that he couldn't sleep most nights, that-

"Oh. Ok, Malfoy. Well...seeya." With that Harry ducked behind the suit of armour again. Draco thought it a strange thing to do, but when he heard Potters footsteps going in the other direction he spun around, thoroughly confused.

Why had Potter been nice to him? That was by far the weirdest thing he had seen all morning...and he had seen alot of weird things. Draco kept walking, and before he realised where he was, he walked straight into the Slytherin portrait.

"Ow!" He cried.

The portrait sniggered.

"Have you got the password or not, boy?" It asked rudely.

Draco sat up and rubbed his head. "Yes, you stupid git, I have got it. Firebolt," he said, and the portrait swung open, revealing four or five first years and a bottle of firewhisky. Draco got to his feet quickly and marched past them. He heard them sigh with relief and turned towards them.

"If you tell a single soul what you just saw," he said, referring to himself on the ground, clutching his head in pain, "I will make sure that before the year is done you'll all have fatal accidents." With a wave of his wand he summoned the bottle of firewhisky into his hand and left them.

He sat on his bed and pulled the curtains closed. Terrorising first years had been one of Draco's favorite pass-times, even when he was a first year. He laughed happily as he drank some the firewhisky and remembered the looks on their faces.

"Whos that?" He heard Crabbe call out from the bed next to him.

"Who do you think, idiot?" he spat, but stayed quite as he drank the whole bottle before falling asleep.

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