Draco walked down the deserted corridor…with Harry. He listened intensely as Harry told him about finding Ginny kissing a fellow sixth year when he had gone to propose to her…

"Hang on, let me see if I've got this right, you went to find Ginny so you could propose to her and you went to your special place and found her snogging another sixth year. I'm sorry, but everything about that is wrong, Harry and there's only one thing I can say about it" Draco said, sounding annoyed on Harry's behalf.

"What?" was all Harry could manage, as he was still bewildered that Draco had just called him by his first name.

"Your girlfriend's from hell…"

"Malfoy, my whole life's from hell!" Harry said smiling.

"Anyway, Draco now you know why I was crying, tell me why you were crying."

"What makes you think I was crying?" Draco asked, panicking

"Oh, just the fact that there was still a tear on your face when I was shouting at you before" Harry smiled

"Ok, Potter tell anyone what I'm about to tell you and you're in deep shit okay? Draco said regretting it almost instantly.

"So polite but alright, what were you crying about?" Harry sounded concerned now.

"My father's disowned me so I'm marked for death, In other words" Draco said seeing Harry's puzzled face "Voldemort wants my blood!"

"Oh join the club," Harry said flatly, but after he'd thought about what he said an idea struck him.

Harry grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him down the corridor

"Harry, where are we going?" Draco shouted over the sound of Harry's pounding footsteps

"To see Dumledore," Harry replied happily

"He can't do anything about it Harry" Draco gasped as their fast walk turned into a sprint.

"He can Draco, like I said join the club" Harry grinned playing with his own words.