Draco pulled his sleeves down on his arms as he left the common room. He didn't need anyone knowing his habits. He sighed inwardly, enjoying the quiet of the corridors. He felt lonely, and unwanted. It was the year after the war, and he had expected people would be bitter. But a lot of people were outright ignoring him. The younger kids were scared of him, having quickly learned his last name. No body sat near him in the Great Hall except Blaise and Pansy.
He hated it.
He wanted things to go back to the way they were before, minus the war.
He wanted to have friends again whether they were fake or not.
At least people would be talking to him.
And not setting traps like the one he walked into.
There was a sudden cold, and he stopped moving against his will. He growled, and looked around as much as he could, and tried to see the culprit. He couldn't see anyone though, and wondered whether or not it was just a prank for anyone. He heard footsteps behind him, and he gulped, composing his face to face the perpetrator.
"The hell Malfoy?" said Harry fucking Potter, "Why are you just standing in the middle of the corridor?"
"I don't know Potter, why don't you tell me?" he sneered.
"How would I know? I don't spend my days following old school rivalries."
"Oh really? You wouldn't set a trap just for me?"
Potter stood in front of him and shook his head.
"You could have just said that I the first place."
"So it was you?" he growled.
"No you dumb ass. I meant tell me you were frozen in place," he says, "Now wait a moment while I figure out what the hell happened."
"It's not like I would be able to go anywhere anyway, Potter."
Potter didn't say anything and looked around. He cast a revealing spell, and shook his head. He pointed at the string going across the floor, and the small vial above Malfoy's head.
"Looks like someone just decided to dump some freezing potion on you," he said.
"Great, thank you for telling me. Now I can stand here and think about that for a week until someone finds me!"
"It's not like I'm going to leave you here, Merlin's beard," Potter muttered a few spells, and stepped back.
Draco nearly fell forward, having been in mid-step. He collected his self quickly, and stood up straight. He glared at Potter as he tried to hold back laughter.
"Don't laugh at me Potter, or I'll freeze you to the spot and see how well you're walking after."
"Nah, but thanks for the offer!"
Draco huffed and brushed past him, continuing on his way. He wasn't going to deal with Potter right now, it was too much.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"What do you want Potter?"
"Maybe an 'Oh thank you for unfreezing me Harry'?"
He gritted his teeth as he kept walking, "Thank you."
"Where are you going anyway?"
He spun around to face him, causing Harry to step back.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Maybe because you're out here in the middle of the night?"
"So are you, Potter, so I could ask the same thing."
"I guess you got me there. I was going to the Room of Requirement."
"I didn't ask where you were going."
"Well I figured if I told you where I was going, you would tell me."
"What gave you that impression Potter?" he asked haughtily.
"Nothing did, I just assumed-"
"Well you assumed wrong," he said.
Potter sighed behind him, and Draco smirked. He liked bothering Potter. He sort of missed it. He guessed he didn't mind having Potter follow him a bit. It was nice having someone speak to him that wasn't Blaise or Pansy. Even if it was Potter.
"You're going to the Room of Requirement too aren't you?"
"Good job Potter, you're very observational."
"Shut it Malfoy," he paused, "Why are you going there?"
He stayed quiet.
"Not going to answer me?" Potter asks.
"You did tell me to shut it."
Potter growls in frustration, and Malfoy laughs a bit, startling himself.
"Did I just have the honor of hearing Malfoy laugh?" Potter asked.
"I do find amusement in things still you know."
There was a moment's pause, before Potter spoke again, sadness in his voice, "It just doesn't happen as much does it…?"
Draco stayed quiet for a while. He didn't laugh much at all since the war ended. Actually, he hadn't laughed at all since he was dragged further into it. He wondered why Potter sounded sad. Doesn't he have friends and girlfriend? He's the savior and won the war.
"No, it doesn't…"
Potter nodded, "I understand."
"How do you understand? You were on the winning side. You got revenge."
"It's not as easy as it seems Malfoy, trust me."
Draco shrugged, and looked at the wall, "Oh look, my door is here.
There was a door to the Room already. It was intricately designed, and had a warm feeling to it. It looked like the door to a cottage. While Potter stood there and stared at it, wondering how it showed up already, Draco just went toward it, and went inside. He stopped just inside the door, confused. This was not what he was expecting. There were cushioned chairs around a fireplace, an area full of snacks, and a bunch of books everywhere.
"What's the holdup Malfoy?" Potter asked behind him.
"This is not the room I wanted."
Potter went in front of him, and shrugged, looking around, "It seems fine to me."
"Well you can have at it, I'm going to try to get to the room I wanted," he said as he backed out and closed the door.
He walked away for a bit so the door could disappear. But when he went back, the door was still there. Draco huffed, and went in, plopping his self on the couch. He glared at Potter.
"It's not my fault it won't let you go to whatever room you wanted."
"Shut it."
Potter shrugged, and curled up on the chair he was sitting in. Draco tried not to watch him as Potter stared into the fire, but he couldn't help it. He looked just as lost as he himself was. Draco wondered why, once again. He looked away, and sighed softly. He chose to ignore that Potter was there, and leaned back, watching the fire also. They fell asleep where they were that night. He should have figured that was the beginning of this mess with Harry fucking Potter.

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A/N
I view this as more of a prologue, so I'm sorry it seems short 3