~~~Draco's POV~~~

Draco looked into the mirror in front of him. Water slowly dripping from his face. He looked at his face, everything from the black under his eyes to his nowadays a little-too-thin-to-be-beautiful face. His eyes were bloodshot and blank.

Was it tears he saw? Probably. This year was too much for him, he couldn't handle it.

Why me? he thought to himself. Why did the Dark Lord choose me? He couldn't tell anyone about it, not his friends, no one. They wouldn't understand. Would they even be on his side? He wasn't sure. The only one who knew was his favorite teacher, Snape. That git would help him. But Draco wasn't sure if he wanted help.

He isolated himself, he was a nervous wreck. He couldn't sleep anymore and he had lost his appetite, obviously. The only time he felt some sort of freedom from the agony was when he was on his broom, flying around. He loved the feeling of cold air in his face, and the intesity of a quidditch match.

Draco had never felt this lonely before. I'm a weak, bloody git myself. he thought. He couldn't even stand the hatred in Potter's eyes when Draco had entered the dining room. Just one look at the fierce hatred he was sure Potter felt towards him had made him run away.

"Bloody Harry Potter." he muttered to himself. All these years he had been such a poser. He had declined Draco's friendship, he was a better seeker... Damn, that bloddy git was better at almost everything, or at least it felt like it. Why was Draco so obsessed with the thought of Potter anyway?

He concentrated once more on his face. He noticed one single tear on his cheek. He looked at it as it fell down, and he felt his emotions tear his insides to pieces, his heart broken and shattered in his chest. Draco broke down.

Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and faced Potter, still the same hatred in his eyes. Draco couldn't even blame him, he had made his life a living hell here at Hogwarts. Draco just stared at Potter, who had his wand lifted.

"Please..." Draco whispered. He didn't know what for, really. Did he want Potter to put his wand down? Did he want him to kill him here and now? He actually didn't know which.

~~~Harry's POV~~~

When he saw Draco enter the hall it just snapped. He had just wanted to confront him, but when he saw the git he just felt the rage inside him. He had stood up and followed him. Hermoine had tried to stop him, because he was obviously about to cause problem.

Now when he stood here, looking at Draco who was crying, he finally hesitated. He had a hex on the tip of his tongue, but something about the other boy made him hesitate. He didn't lower hiw wand, he just stared at him.

Why did he even bother? Draco was a wanker anyway. Why did Harry care enough to not cast that hex? Draco looked at him with his silver eyes, filled with tears. He didn't look afraid, no, he almost seemed relieved, and confused. Like he was having a battle with himself, and he would be okay with any outcome of this.

"Did you curse the necklace?" he finally asked.

"Of course I didn't." Draco spit the words at him.

"Liar." he said and stepped closer to the blonde.

"Why would I lie?"

"Because you're a Malfoy."

"That's stupid Potter. Why would I explain to you anyway? You wouldn't listen to me even if I was about to get burned alive." He sank down to the floor and held his knees. He look so vulnerable. Harry thought and looked at him. He sighed and put down his wand.

"You're probably right Malfoy. But you haven't gave me a reason to trust you." Draco looked up at Harry, the tears dripping down his cheeks. Harry thought he looked pretty cute. There was no sign of hate or rudeness in Draco's face. All he could see was agony and sorrow. He sighed once more and sat down next to Draco. Draco looked at him, his silver eyes searching for something in Harry's expression and action that he could understand. He seemed to fail. It made Harry smile.

~~~Draco's POV~~~

Damn that git Potter. He smiled while Draco was crying, and that stupid smile of his sent butterflies through Draco's body. He took a shaking breath and looked into the green eyes of the other boy.

"Would you mind telling me what's going on Malfoy?" Harry asked in a soft voice.

"I can't tell anyone." Draco whispered to reply and hid his face in his knees as he felt his tears burst out again. Damn, couldn't he just stop crying? How much tears could there be in a human being?

"How come?" he heard Harry whisper and put a hand on Draco's shoulder carefully. He felt the electricity through his entire body and shivered. He looked up at Harry, looked him deep in the eyes.

"I think you know why Potter, parts of it at least." he said with a cold voice, but his eyes reflecting the way he felt. He was sure Harry noticed, or else he wouldn't sit here and comfort him right now. He was very surprised at the fact, them sitting there, alone on the bathroom floor, Harry comforting a crying Draco, as if it was a normal thing for the two of them.

"I have my suspicion, yes. But isn't there a way you could...?" Harry's voice trailed off. Draco shook his head slowly.

"It's pretty hard not to, since it's like uhm, a family business, sadly. I wish I could say no, but I have no option."

"Well, it makes sense, but I wish you had a choice." Harry frowned and looked into thin air. Draco looked at his face. He noticed the marked jawline he had, his cheekbones and, oh... His nose. That Draco had kicked. It was at least better than he had left him.

"Do you understand?" he asked quietly after a while of observations. Harry turned his face towards Draco, and the sadness in his eyes struck Draco like the Hogwarts express.

"Yes, I guess I do."