Chapter 2: That night

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione got back to Gryffindor tower, they all sat in the common room, where Harry continued to work on his potions assignment while talking to his friends.

"Can you believe Malfoy? That stupid git." Ron spoke scowling under his breath.

"Come on Ronald, we should all be used to it by now, considering we've had to put up with him for the first five years we've been at Hogwarts." Hermione said trying to make it look obvious.

"Well, 'Mione, your right about that but I was just trying to point out that it pisses me off how Malfoy always does this crap and gets Harry in trouble all the time. Isn't that right Harry?"

Harry was once again preoccupied in his thoughts. No one knew, but he was actually looking forward to his detention on Tuesday. He would get to be alone with the Slytherin boy. All he could think about was Draco. Draco's silver eyes, Draco's blond hair-

"Harry?"

-Draco's soft lips.

"Harry?" Ron repeated himself.

"What?" Harry replied suddenly realizing that he was in the middle of a conversation with his two friends.

"Are you okay, mate? You've been zoning out a lot lately." Ron spoke in a worried voice.

"I'm Fine," Harry said "Just thinking."

Draco went back down to the dungeons, through the portrait hole, through the Slytherin common room, when he finally reached his room; he threw himself on his four poster bed.

He just laid there lost in thought. He thought about Potter. Draco wished that Harry would like him, as a friend, of course, or maybe more. No, Draco tried to tell himself, you shouldn't feel this way about the-boy-who-lived. But he couldn't stop himself. His thoughts trailed off to his detention on Tuesday. He couldn't wait to spend a full three hour alone with Harry. He just couldn't wait.

"Hey, Drake," Blaise walked into the room.

"Oh, Uh hey Blaise," Draco said "What going on?"

"Not Much. What about you?"

"I was just thinking…" Draco trailed off.

"What about?"

"Um it's nothing important."

"If you say so," Blaise said doubtfully

Harry got out of his bed unable to sleep. He went over to his trunk as silently as possible, and got out his invisibility cloak and the Marauders map. Harry looked around the room to make sure he didn't wake anyone up. After he was sure everyone was still asleep, he slipped on his invisibility cloak and slid into the common room.

He held his wand to the Marauders map and mumbled, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

As the map of Hogwarts came to view, Harry's heart skipped a beat when he noticed there was another person wandering in the hallways; Draco Malfoy.

Harry left Gryffindor tower, and headed towards the astronomy tower to find Draco just getting up to leave. Harry purposely bumped shoulders with him, causing his invisibility cloak to slip off. Draco's eyes widened when he saw Potter. He glared at Harry who was wearing baggy sweatpants and a thin black tee shirt. His Hair was a bit messier than usual and Draco liked this… a lot.

"Potter!?" Draco bellowed, "What are you doing here?"

"Er… I was just… um… Well uh….. I couldn't sleep, so I was just uh… wandering."

"Yes, I can see that." Said Draco, rolling his eyes.

"And might I ask what you're doing?" Harry asked crossing his arms across his chest, just like in their last conversation.

"Same as you."

There was an awkward silence full of glances and stares. Harry couldn't help but look at Draco's delicate features. His skin was smooth and pale. His eyes a deep, silver-ish, grey. His hair was a beautiful shade of blonde. And his lips, oh his soft lips were a lovely shade of pink. Harry thought to himself, If only I leaned in… No, I can't think that.

Harry wasn't the only one who liked what they were looking at. Draco was staring at Harry. He looked at his baggy pajamas to his muscular arms and brought his eyes to Harry's. When Draco looked into his emerald green eyes, he saw a caring heart. But behind that, he saw pain. Maybe He was sad because his parents were dead. Maybe he was sad because of how Lord Voldemort traumatized his life. Or maybe it was because he had no one to love, no one to hold, no one to call his own.

Draco broke the stare and looked down at the floor sympathetically.

"So." Harry spoke with a grin on his face.

"Uh." Draco said awkwardly looking up.

'He's right there' Draco thought, 'just lean in.' Draco was considering it, but then came to his senses and spoke.

"It's going to absolutely suck for me on Tuesday, having to be stuck in a room alone with you," Draco made a face, trying to cover up his smile.

"For once I agree with you, Malfoy." Harry replied as his grin spread wider across his face.

Draco realized that he was actually having a conversation with Potter. The thought of this made his stomach flip with excitement.

"Um… I should," Draco stammered, "Er... I should… go…"

"And I should… stay." Said Harry, rather awkwardly.

Draco left the astronomy tower, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. Harry simply sat down on the cold, hard, stone floor and stared into the dark night.

Draco went back down to the dungeons, and entered the Slytherin common room to find only one other student sitting on the couch in front of the fire. Blaise heard foot steps and turned to see his best friend.

"Hey, Draco. Where have you been?" Blaise asked.

"Just, uh… wandering," Draco mumbled, "What are you doing up so late?"

When Draco came and sat down on the couch, Blaise turned back to the fire. "I heard someone get up and then I couldn't get back to sleep. So, here I am."

"Oh, sorry I woke you up, then." Draco said, feeling guilty.

"It's okay. But I'm just wondering, why have you been so nice lately?" Blaise asked looking confused.

"Shut up. I'm going to bed." Draco scowled.

"Now that's the Draco I'm used to!" Blaise gave a faint chuckle.

Draco left the room without another word.

A.N Wow these things are harder to write than I thought! I have an entire plan; I just have a bit of trouble with details.

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