Draco sat at his desk in his history of goblins class. The droning voice of the teacher allowed his mind to wander. It has been 3 nights already that he visited Harry in the hospital wing. At first they wouldn't speak then Draco would finally come up with some kind of topic. They just talked about simple things, quiditch teams, classes, recent pranks going on throughout the school, just about anything. Draco would try to steer away from any topic that would bother Harry.

It took some time till Harry started to 'warm up' to him, though you could hardly call it warming up. He would voice his opinion at times but he still had the hollow look to his eyes. it was just a mask, he was just pretending. Draco had to find a way to break that facade.

As Draco was thinking up of plans and words that would either make Harry break down or lower his mask for a moment, a thought came to his head. Well not so much as a thought but a glimmer of a question. Why did he care? This question was pondered in his head for just about the rest of the day till around Potions time. To just about every body, Harry Potter was The Golden Boy, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the savor of the wizarding world. To Draco he was an annoying pest who didn't know anything about the wizarding world. Harry was Dumbledore's pet, all the girls of Hogwarts could think of, no matter what he did wrong in class the teachers still praised him. Just about everything about that perfect Harry Potter pissed Draco off. Potter was just so god damn perfect!

Draco through some ingredient into his cauldron when it finally hit him, the reason why he wanted to kind of help Potter. Or well not quite 'help' but he was curious as to why Harry was acting the way he was... and now Draco knew the reason for his curiosity...

"MALFOY!" Professor Snap was enraged, not only did his best student of his own house put the wrong ingredient in the pot at the wrong time but now Draco was stirring it absentmindedly!

As the contents of the cauldron burst all over Draco, the only thing he really was thinking was Harry Potter, the golden boy, wasn't perfect anymore.


When Draco woke up he found himself in the hospital wing. Harry stood at the end of his bed messing around with a few chocolate frogs on a tray.

"Well about time you woke up."

"What happened?" Draco asked, but then thought about it for a second and realized the mistake he made in Potions class, "never mind."

Harry snorted a tad at Draco, but the blond didn't mind, it was the closest thing Harry had to any type of laughter at the moment.

"I thought you were supposed to be good at Potions," Harry teased.

"I am but my mind wasn't in it."

"Obviously." Another snort followed.

The doors to the infirmary opened up and Ron and Hermione slipped into the room.

"Hey, looking good Malfoy."

"Piss off Weasel."

Hermione whacked Ron and turned to Harry, "Time to get going for supper Harry."

Draco eyed the girl and then looked toward Harry, "Starting classes again?"

"Yeah." There was a slight pause then a "I have to get going." And with that the three Grifindors were gone from the room.