A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or anything that you recognize from the Harry Potter World. The plot idea was borrowed from a friend (Queen Joker), I am using this with her permission. I hope you like it, it might be two or three chapters long. Read and Review (it's an author's best friend.)

A Labyrinth of Feelings

"Welcome, students, welcome!" Dumbledore said happily, beaming down at the students, all of who were awaiting the big announcement.

"Wonderful, wonderful," he said clapping his hands together. "Now, as I have announced earlier this term, we will be doing an activity to help promote House unity. Tonight we shall begin this unification promotion. Over the duration of the next thirty-five days, eight select students a night will be meeting with someone of another House. These pairs have been chosen by your Heads of House, and they have made sure that you are paired with someone who you do not get along with very well."

Many murmurs broke out amongst the students at Dumbledore's last comment. With his blue eyes twinkling, Dumbledore let the students chat before he set their fates in stone.

When the students realized that Dumbledore had more to say, they all turned toward their Headmaster.

"Now, I'm sure you are all dying of anticipation to find out who the eight are who will go through this tonight . If your name gets called, look under your dinner plate, and it will tell you where you are to meet. The pairs are as follows: Ron Weasley and Cormac McLaggen; Hermione Granger and Serena Catalini; Pansy Parkinson and Crystal Catalini, and our final group, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Now, I'm sure that all of you want to enjoy a delicious dinner, and so we shall."

At once the plates filled with delicious looking meats of all sorts, side dishes of every type, and pitcher upon pitcher of pumpkin juice. The trio looked skeptically at their empty plates. They picked them up and turned them over. There, sketched in silver letters, was a different location for each pair, and the words 'eight o'clock'.

"I've gotten the Transfiguration classroom," Hermione said looking at her plate.

"I got the Ancient Runes classroom," Ron said staring disdainfully at his plate.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom," Harry said glaring across the hall at Malfoy, who had already turned his own plate over and started picking lightly from his plate. Malfoy's facial expression was indifferent as he continued to chat animatedly with Zabini, using his fork to gesture strong points in their conversation.

"I know why you were paired with McLaggen, ever since Quidditch try-outs you two have been at each other's throats, but what about you?" Harry said, turning to look at Hermione, who didn't appear to want to eat much tonight.

"Serena Catalini has the second highest class average in the school. Since I only have a year and a half left, she's trying to do me in by studying everything I have in the past. She's dedicated her entire schedule to nothing but studying." Hermione said taking a small portion of mashed potatoes.

"What House is she from?" Ron asked, swallowing a rather large mouthful of ham.

"Slytherin, what else?" Hermione said disdainfully.

"Well if she's as smart as you are, I would have suspected Ravenclaw."

"I just can't figure out why her sister got paired up with Parkinson."

"You haven't heard? Crystal's been trying to get Malfoy away from Parkinson for years now. It's the battle of the Slytherins for Malfoy's favor," Lavender said from her seat next to Ron.

"So they're having the fight of the century over Malfoy's sorry self?" Ron scoffed.

"Yeah," Lavender sighed, leaning back against Ron.

Draco sat in the Slytherin common room. The low lights of the ceiling cast an eerie green glow that seemed oddly familiar. He knew that he had seen this exact color before. It was the color of the jet of light sent off by the Killing Curse. He'd seen a number of people cast that particular spell in his life.

With a quick glance at the mantle clock above the fire, Draco stood up and wished Pansy luck as he walked out of the door. The walk to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was a quiet trip up the four flights of stairs (if you count the stairs going from the dungeons to the Entrance Hall). When he arrived at the classroom, Potter was already there, sitting in his class seat, he looked extremely irritated. Draco let out a deep breath that he must have been holding for a while.

Potter turned to look at him, then looked away again, as if he weren't sure who would show up. Draco walked over and sat down opposite Potter, sitting backward in the chair.

"Potter," he said with a brief nod.

"Malfoy," Potter said, returning the gesture, though the discontent in his voice stated he wasn't happy to be meeting.

"Well, shall we start talking, that is why we're here," Draco said, trying to keep his voice light. The last thing he needed was to be stuck in this room all bloody night.

"Yes, let's. Why do you hate me so much? Is it only because of the fact that I turned down your friendship request in our first year?"

Draco just stared at Harry. If only he would've known what really happened. Draco looked down at the floor as the memories flooded over him.