Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters and I will not make any money out of this!
A/N: First HP fanfic, hope you enjoy ^^. M for content later on, Slash DM/HP. Contains references to Self-Harm/Eating Disorders *could be triggering* Please keep yourself safe while reading, or skip if something is too much :)
Also, I forgot to add that Chapter 1 & 2 are in Harry's Point of View, and Chapter 3 is Draco's. This Chapter is in Harry's Point of View :)


I turned over again and pulled the duvet cover further up me so that it covered my shoulders. Now I was facing the window I could see a pale pinkish light beginning to glow on the horizon as the sun started to rise. My body felt exhausted, I could feel my arms and legs shaking from tiredness, but my mind was as awake as ever and didn't seem to have any intention of shutting down and letting me sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes the pale face of Draco began to swim in front of my eyes. I hadn't had a sleepless night like this since before Voldemort had fallen. Eventually I sat up, giving up on the idea of sleep entirely.

I wandered down to the basement kitchen and sat down at the table. I tended to end up in this room whenever something was weighing on my mind, for some reason it reminded me of Sirius and that was a comforting feeling. I couldn't understand why I was unable to get Draco Malfoy out of my head… I rubbed my temples with my fingers and closed my eyes tightly.

I must have fallen into a doze of some kind because the next thing I heard was a voice:

"Harry?" Hermione's voice came out of nowhere so loudly that I jerked awake and smacked my head on the wooden table.

"What?" I muttered furiously, massaging the spot on my forehead that had just made contact with the solid wood. "You could've just nudged me…" I looked up at Ron and Hermione, who were both at the doorway staring at me with worried expressions on their faces.

"Why are you doing here?" Hermione asked, looking worried.

"Couldn't sleep." I murmured, I saw a look of concern cross Ron's face. "Not nightmares or anything." I added quickly, "Just couldn't sleep." Luckily Ron took this completely at face value, but I didn't like the shrewd look on Hermione's face.

"What?" I snapped at her as Ron began to make tea and breakfast.

"Nothing." She replied lightly, looking away from me, but I saw her throwing suspicious glances at me from out of the corner of my eye.

I didn't have plans for the day; I very rarely made plans for anything anymore. My whole life had been planned to within an inch before Voldemort had been defeated and none of it by myself. Now school was over it felt like overkill to be planning every minute thing down to the last detail. If I felt the need I would never have to plan anything ever again in my entire life… and that came as a huge relief.

But why, now that my life was so free and untethered to anything, did I feel so obliged to do something about Draco Malfoy? Why did I feel like this was something I was meant to do…?


A/N: Hope you liked this Chapter! Please, please, please read and review! (I'm actually on my knees begging)