A/N: Hello lovelies(: thank you all that reviewed. I seriously need those to keep writing this. Anyways, I got one review that sparked my attention that I feel like I need to clear up. Last chapter, Harry was admitting he had a problem for the second time. That's why it was easy. I suffer from an eating disorder and I'm a recovering self-harmer, so trust me, I know it's not easy to admit the first time. You'll see that a lot more with Draco. Maybe I'll write a prequel to this showing Harry's initial struggles? Anyways, I'll need at least five reviews on this chapter to write the next one, so REVIEW!

Warnings/Pairings: See previous chapters. There is a lot of fluff in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable with homosexuality, go away, you don't want to read this. Consider that your warning. I will not hesitate to bitch at you in my story notes if you flame me for supporting gay rights.
Disclaimer: I'm definitely not making money off of this and I still haven't managed to get a Cloak of Invisibility to grab Polyjuice from Snape's personal stores so I'm still not J.K. Rowling and don't own Harry Potter in all his sexy glory. Dang. Also, I don't own the part in here about 'the deep stuff' and favorite colors, I stole it out of Catching Fire. It was too perfect.

Chapter 4: Lined with the Marks of Misery
December 3rd, Astronomy Tower

Draco Malfoy sat dangerously close to the edge of the Tower on a cold December night, his only companions were thoughts of his father and the fear of going home in the coming weeks for Holiday Break. He would, no doubt, be forced to go to more Death Eater meetings where he was seen and punished as a traitorous young boy. The options weighed heavily in his mind as he thought about what he could do. Telling Dumbledore would be one way to protect himself from the Dark Lord, but not his Father. He was certain that, to some extent, Uncle Severus knew about his father's 'punishments,' but he also feared the idea of spending the Holidays at Hogwarts, under Snape's concerned eyes.
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it? The Tower is a great place to just think for a while." Harry said, sitting down across from Draco on the ledge, careful not to fall. "What are you thinking about tonight?"
"Nothing of importance, I just needed to get away from those idiots I'm forced to call Housemates." Draco sneered at the boy, unintentionally letting some of the hurt slip into his voice that would be undetectable by anyone that hadn't been in that exact position before, as Harry had.
"I don't think it has to do with them, but maybe it does have to do with what happened in Defense today?"

-Flashback-
"Good morning class!" Remus shouted, entering his classroom full of Sixth Year Gryffindor and Slytherin students. Most of them grumbled half-hearted 'Good Mornings' back, but most just stared, waiting for today's instructions. "Now, I know that you have faced these creatures in the years passed, but our fears have a tendency to change over time, so today, this class will be facing Boggarts. Line up, line up! I want Harry, Hermione, Ron, Pansy, Blaise, and Draco up towards the front as they proved the best at the spell last time, if I recall." Draco heard his name being called to the front, but his feet remained planted in the back of the room. "Mr. Malfoy, is there an issue?" Lupin asked, seeing Draco stiffen at the request.
"Uh... No, Sir. Of course not." He replied, pushing past the fear of all the things that the Boggart could turn into and trying to internalize the fear of facing it. Draco took the place in the back, directly behind Harry and watched the others face spiders, failing, scorpions, and other normal fears. When Harry walked up to the Boggart, it instantly transformed into an obese, older man stumbling around and tripping over nothing. He was obviously a drunk muggle, but Draco could not identify whom it was.
"Riddikulus!" Harry shouted and he transformed into a girl version of himself. Terrified, Draco shot a glance at Blaise, praying he'd understand, but he mouthed 'it'll be okay' to Draco and allowed him to step forward. The Boggart took a few seconds to transform and take the shape of Lucius Malfoy. Draco's knees became weak as the Boggart disguised as Lucius towered over his son screaming things at Draco that he couldn't hear. Draco had entirely checked out of the moment before Blaise threw himself in front of Draco and Lucius went away. Remus didn't question him as Draco Malfoy ran out of the room and into the Slytherin dorms, craving the hurt a sharp object would be sure to bring.

-End Flashback-

"What?" Draco asked, meeting Harry's gaze. "Do you want to make fun of me too? Stupid Draco Malfoy... Can't even handle his own father! Let's all laugh at Malfoy, he can't take his father's words. Well, go ahead, Potter. I've heard it all. Have your go at the 'Slytherin Prince.'" Hot, angry tears ran down his cheeks and he wiped them away furiously and glared at Harry.
"I wasn't going to make fun of you, Malfoy." Harry said, still watching the broken boy as he cried angry tears. When Draco had meet his gaze, it was almost like Harry was looking at himself from a year ago. So hurt, but trying to mask the emotion so as not to concern anyone. "Have people really been saying that stuff to you?" He asked, gently, placing a hand on Draco's outstretched leg.
"Yeah. Why aren't you, Potter? Isn't this what you dream of? You finally haven't something to you against me. Why aren't you?" Draco looked away as we spoke.
"Look, this may be hard to explain, but I'll try. I hate you in school, when you're with your friends trying to be cool by making other people feel like less than their than best. I hate when you act like nothing ever hurts you because you're too high and mighty. Don't even try and deny it- I've been there. I hate the part of me that I see in you. But, Draco," Harry felt odd addressing him by his first name, but 'Malfoy' felt odd then. "Tonight... In Defense today, that wasn't a mask. That was you. I think that maybe... I would like to get to know that side of you, the real one. We known each other for six years but we've never REALLY known each other, you know?" Draco watched his eyes as he spoke. He noticed the way that they seemed to gleam in the moonlight and he heard Harry's words as he spoke and in that moment, Draco realized he wanted to know Harry.
"Okay, then let's get into the deep stuff. Like... What's your favorite color?" Draco asked, smirking slightly as he finished the words.
"Oh, well now... Now you've just crossed the line." Harry met Draco's gorgeous silver eyes as he answered. "Okay, well mine's always been silver. What's yours?"
Draco blushed and sighed as he realized that he could never answer Harry. "You'll laugh." Thinking of the gold in Harry's Gryffindor robes, the gold of his first play wand, and the gold of the Snitch.
"I promise I won't ever laugh at you, Malfoy." Harry said, shaking the blonde boys leg comfortingly.
"IthoughtitwasDraconow," He rushed out in a blur.
"What?" Harry asked, confused by what Draco had mumbled incoherently.
Draco blushed slightly as he raised his eyes to, yet again, meet the fabulous green ones of Harry Potter.
"I thought- I'd like it... If you called me Draco..." The teen replied slowly.
"Alright, Draco, what's your favorite color?" Harry asked, testing out the new name and deciding it fit in his mouth better than 'Malfoy.'
"Green." He replied, standing up and looking down at the Earth below. Someday, he thought to himself, someday soon. "Why is yours silver?" He asked Harry, who had stood up to join him.
"You'll know eventually," Harry said, thinking of Draco's eyes, the silvery moon on sleepless nights, and the silver of his bedroom walls at his room in Sirius'- no his home. Sirius had asked Harry to think of their Cottage as home and he had agreed. The Dursley's was never a home anyways. "Why is yours green?" He asked.
Draco smirked and replied "You'll know eventually. Do you want to meet again, Harry?" He asked, nervously, fearing the boy rejecting him.
"Day after tomorrow, Prefect's bathroom. 1am?" Harry said and Draco nodded. They walked down the long staircase and gave each a tentative and awkward side hug. "Owl me if you need anything, Draco." Harry said and he walked in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
Draco watched him as he walked away and fingered his wrist, longing for a cut. Just one, to punish himself for the Boggart, he thought even though he'd used that excuse for the ten earlier. With thoughts of Harry filling his mind, he reluctantly trudged back to the Dungeons and sighed as he dug the blade into his skin again and again, eventually crawling into bed, bleeding wrist and all, succumbing to the nightmares.

A/n: Review review review! By the way, if I update slower in the coming weeks, it's because I go back to school next week and I'm not sure how much time I'll have. You know what might encourage me? Reviews.