Harry lay there, staring at the ceiling above his bed, Hermione had bewitched it to resemble the night sky at New Years. Every night at 12 o'clock the 'fireworks' would shoot up from his bed, and would burst into a million different colorful explosions. His watch beeped. The 'fireworks' began springing up from his linens and exploding right before his very eyes.

"Why am I still awake?" Harry thought aloud. Placing on his glasses, he slowly scratched his head, running his fingers through his raven-hair, and slowly outlining his scar. Harry crept out of bed figuring that a walk around the Hogwarts Castle would do him well.

"Ron? Ron are you awake?" He asked quietly.
"I am now, bloody hell Harry, it's midnight! What do you want?"
"I'm taking a walk around the castle. Care to join me?" Harry smiled.

"Not really, I'm so tired, and I have to get up in six hours and have Hermione help me study for our Potions exam, which I imagine you didn't study for either." Ron fell back in a hump and continued snoring wildly. Harry would have to go it alone.

It had never occurred to Harry to bring his Invisibility Cloak. Something which he normally remembered. His memory had slipped him briefly. He continued walking anyways. No one else should be up, not even the Professors stayed up this late to watch over the castle. No one else should have been awake. Then why was it that Harry had distinctly heard someone running down the hall to his left? He was nervous. To be caught at this time could loose the Griffyndor house 30 points (or more, depending on the Professor)! He peaked around the corner. To his surprise, the last person he thought of was there, and could easily have been the first person to come to his mind...Draco Malfoy.

The next thing Harry did, may have been one of the single most stupid actions in any of his years at Hogwarts. He walked straight up to him, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Draco. How are you? What are you doing up so late?" He asked nonchalantly. Harry's spontaneous actions not only frightened Malfoy, but confused him.
"Potter!" He cried out from shock. " What are you doing!? Wait, what did you just say to me?"
"I asked how you were doing." Harry repeated for him.
"Uhh... I'm alright, how...are...you? Why are you talking to me?"
"Because I feel like it. Is there a problem with that?"
"No I guess not."

Harry had managed to catch Draco at a weak moment, none of his goons around to provoke him to insult Harry. Draco Malfoy seemed almost...NICE, and this was weird for a son born of Lucius Malfoy, who was practically the next most evil Wizard, apart from Voldermort. Draco had this sad look in his eye. Something was wrong.

"Draco, what's the matter? You look like you were crying."
"What are you talking about Potter, I wasn't crying!" He retorted, wiping away the tears that he did not cry.
"Draco. I'm not blind."
"Whatever, so I was crying, you wouldn't know how hard it is living life as the only gay boy in Hogwarts!!" He yelled. Harry looked at him puzzled.
"You're gay?" he asked, politely.
"Oh Fuck off Harry, if you spread this around, I swear I'll.." Draco's words were silenced, when Harry placed his finger over Draco's lips. Silencing him momentarily. Harry gave him a small peck on the lips, before saying, "You're not the only gay boy in Hogwarts." He smiled. Draco smiled in return, and his smile was the one that could melt your soul. It was more than sincere. Draco moved in closer to Harry and hugged him. He started crying. Harry only held him closer, not knowing all that Draco had gone through, but somewhat understood where his tears came from. He wiped off the tears spilling from his clouded eyes onto his pale cheeks. He ran his knuckles down Draco's jaw line, his hand drifting around the other boy's upper torso.

He kissed him on the cheek, receiving a small innocent smile from Draco. Who, in turn kissed him back. They looked at each other briefly, before Draco turned away to continue crying. Harry's heart felt heavy. His rival at Hogwarts was now clinging to him, crying on him, and KISSING him. The whole situation was still a little awkward for Harry, but he didn't seem to mind.

Watching this boy cry, Harry just had to say something to get him to stop crying.
"Draco. I like you. I really, really like you." Draco remained unresponsive.
"Look into my eyes Draco." Harry whispered. he did what he was told.
"Please stop crying. Every thing's alright, I'm here for you." Draco smiled a little.
"Why do you like me Harry? After all those times I was mean to you?" He said, tears rolling down his ghostly face.
"Were you being mean to me? I hadn't noticed." Harry replied sarcastically. This earned him a scoff from Draco.

"But seriously, I can forgive you", he continued, "Now that I realize it. You just wanted me to look at you, didn't you?" Draco blushed profusely. "Just a little bit". Harry furrowed his brow, looked sternly at the boy, and kissed him on the lips. His tongue slightly entered the other boy's mouth, only for a second. Tapping against his tongue, and retreating.
"Why did you stop?" Draco asked.
Harry didn't give him an answer to his question. Instead, he looked down at his hands, folding them together, and kicked lightly at the ground. This didn't seem to satisfy Draco. He didn't bother repeating his question.
Harry then said, "Let's take a walk."