Harry walked into his dormitory. He was trying to be quiet, but his heart was racing, and he ended up tripping on his trunk.

"Harry? What the bloody hell are you doing?" He heard Ron's voice coming from his bed.

"Sorry, I t-tripped over my trunk." Harry wasnot even the least bit coherent, but he could tell Ron didn't want to let it go.

"It's nearly 4:30. Where've you been?" Ron asked skeptically. He raised his eyebrows.

"Erm, I couldn't sleep? I went for a stroll around the building." Harry sighed. He wasn't fooling anyone.

"Mhmmm. You went for a stroll…without your invisibility cloak?" Ron shook his head, got out of bed, and walked over to sit on the foot of Harry's. He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Explain."

"I don't know, Ron. This whole tutoring thing with Malfoy is stressing me out. He's always breathing down my neck and pointing out the stupidest things. 'Harry, your cauldron is crooked. Harry, your feet are too small. Harry, Harry, Harry.' It's driving me insane. I only have 3 weeks left, though and then I'm done."

Ron nodded, sighed, and went back to his own bed.

Harry put his head to his pillow, and fell asleep immediately.

When he woke the next morning, Ron had already gone to breakfast. He showered and dressed quickly and went down to the Great Hall. He found Ron and Hermione, sat down, and helped himself to some eggs.

"Harry, you look exhausted. Are you alright?" Hermione looked worried. Harry smiled, Hermione was always looking out for him.

"I'm fine, Hermione. Just a little bit tired, that's all. But tomorrow's Sunday, I'll sleep in. Promise, 'mione." Hermione smiled at the nickname, and laughed.

"Okay, but I'm going to hold you to that." Hermione finished her breakfast and got up to go to the library. Ron had agreed to meet Fred and George out on the Quidditch Pitch before the game at noon. Harry walked back to the Common Room with Seamus and Dean.

"Potter. Come here, now." Harry looked at the Seamus and Dean and figured they wouldn't even notice he was gone, the way they were looking at each other.

"What do you want, Draco?" Harry sighed. He was tired of this game.

"I just- I wanted to thank you for at least attempting to cheer me up last night. It means a lot. I'll see you next Tuesday." Draco winked, turned on his heel, and strutted back down the hallway. Wow. How could Harry not have noticed he was gay? Everything about the little ferret was gay. Huh, he was slow.

The week flew by; the next thing Harry knew, it was Tuesday, 7:30pm.

"Back to the torture chamber." He waved to Ron and Hermione, as climbed out of the portrait hole. He took a detour through the castle, because he knew he was early. Then, at 7:59pm, he walked into Snape's office. Draco was already there; he had Harry's cauldron set up already and everything.

"Eager to get started, tonight, aren't we?" When Draco raised his eyebrows, Harry realized how inappropriate that comment sounded. He blushed. He decided it was best to just get to work. He started making- remaking that is- Draught of Living Death. Draco was pacing in circles around Harry as usual, but today, Harry noticed, Draco was biting his lip in quite a sexual way. Don't mind him, Harry. He's trying to distract you. Don't let him get to you. Harry was giving himself a pep talk in his head. Merlin, Malfoy was making him go insane.

"Do you mind?" Harry was getting seriously annoyed, now. He'd done nothing but circle since the lesson started!

"Not at all. Do you?" Draco was practically purring.

"A bit, yeah." Harry finished brewing his potion, and it was about to 9:00pm now, so he started cleaning up.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry looked up and shrugged.

"Sure, I guess."

"If I asked you to help me with something, would you? I need 'my opposite' to help me complete something, and I figured you're the most opposite of me it's going to get." Draco looked at him questioningly.

"Er, sure? I mean, what do you need? Is it going to be painful?" Harry wasn't a particular fan of pain, given his past. He was trying to go all of sixth year without injury to himself or the ones he loved.

"No, Potter. I just need you tomorrow. Meet me here at 6:00am sharp."
"Uh, I can't. I promised Hermione I'd sleep in. And….I'm kind of afraid of her. She'll find out if I don't sleep in. Also, I could really use the sleep. So, I'll meet you here at 11:00am sharp, or no deal."
"You're really afraid of Granger? She's just a stupid mudbl-.." Draco was cut off by Harry's fist. "How dare you? How dare you call her that in front of me? Deal's off." Harry punched him again and stalked off.