The next day Harry is anxious to see if Draco is alright. It's not usually Harry's temperament to care about Draco's wellbeing but considering that it was self inflicted he made an exception. The side of Draco which he saw was not just unnerving but also fascinating. He wonders what other emotions are hidden behind the controlled veil Draco always displays. He can barely concentrate through Divination class with Ravenclaw willing time to move at a faster pace. Potions with Slytherin are the next and only class which he and Draco share.
As he enters the room he notices all Slytherin's are already in their seats. As he sits next to Ron he notices Draco. His confidence and precision radiates across the room causing Harry to doubt whether the events of last night were even real. Was I dreaming? Wonders Harry staring at the odd boy across the room just as professor Snape walks past.
"So potter which is the key ingredient the simplest antidote potion?"
"... I don't know sir."
"Exactly potter. So pay attention. Bezoar is a simple cure for most toxins, simply consume one of the shrivelled stones and you should recover. There are more potions on page 68 of your text book. Find a potion with simple easy to find ingredients and the house who finds the potion I have in mind shall earn ten points."
Hermione's hand shoots up after about two minutes of searching and says some unpronounceable ingredient from a simple potion called 'clarificus cleariatus'. Harry recognises all the ingredients which are so simple to find you could just stroll into any garden and find them all lined up, the preparation is simply throwing them in a vial and waiting a few seconds for it to turn clear.
Draco sits staring down at his text book. The words twist and blur before his very eyes. His cool front blocks out all emotions; emotions which damage Draco more every day. He thinks of what has gone wrong and how he has always failed, truly happy thoughts for a Malfoy who usually hides from all responsibility and blame. I am just as worthless as my father.
Harry risks a quick glance over at Draco who stares blankly at his text book as Snape designates ten points to Gryffindor. He decides that tonight he will follow him to see if he goes to the Quidditch field again. He feels an unnameable emotion as the strange boy across the room blocks out everything besides his own thoughts.
"Tonight" Harry whispers just as they are dismissed.