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Harry took the elevator downstairs the next morning and headed to the dining room for breakfast. After dinner last night, he had stayed out with Draco until midnight, flying their brooms off into the sky, watching the stars. It was peaceful activity, took his mind off a lot of things. They didn't really talk all that much but just being around each other without conflict was enough.

He walked into the dining room to see Draco sitting at the long table, eating some kind of fruit plate.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," Draco said back, his eyes staying focused on his plate. Just then, Lorna walked out of the door that connected to the kitchen and saw him.

"Good morning Harry, would you like anything?"

"Um, I would like a cranberry muffin please."

The house elf nodded as Harry walked over to the table, instead of going to sit across from Draco, he sat down next to him.

"Sleep well?" Harry asked innocently, traces of a grin pulling at his lips.

Draco rolled his eyes incredulously in his direction at that, and he held back a smile himself as he remember how late the two of them were out.

"Oh, like a rock."

"Good," he responded as Lorna came back into the room and sat his muffin down. "Do you want to do something today?"

"Not particularly, no," Draco responded lazily.

Harry smiled a little.

"You know Draco, you don't have to talk to me only at night, you know."

"I don't have to talk to you at all," the pale boy pointed out.

"No…but I'm glad you are."

"I'm sure you are…maybe we'll go flying later today."

Harry nodded and they remained silent for a few moments as he ate before he decided to bring something up.

"I didn't have any nightmares last night."

Draco nodded.

"That's good."

"I like taking Occlumency lessons from you instead of Professor Snape."

"Severus isn't that bad." He defended "And remember I'm only an amateur. You should probably ask him to start teaching you again when we go back to Hogwarts."

Harry knew that was true, but he really didn't want to ever have to take Occlumency lessons from Snape ever again…especially after what happened on their last lesson. Snape just disliked him so much now probably more than ever. They both ate quietly for a few minutes before Draco spoke up again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Harry nodded, hiding his surprise.

"Go ahead."

"Why did I keep seeing glimces of this fat guy yelling at you in your thoughts in your first session? Who is he?"

Harry sighed.

"He's my Uncle Vernon, I couldn't help it but I guess my relatives were just of my mind during that lesson."

"Why?"

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"No."

"Well, they were killed a few days ago."

"Oh. Well…good." Draco responded

"Good?"

"Yeah, after the way they treated you, you should be happy they're dead."

Harry looked at Draco in surprise after he said that before staring down at his food. He knew he didn't have any nice memories of the Dursleys, because they didn't give him any. They hated him, always have. But despite that, they didn't deserve to die in such a horrible way…especially Dudley.

"Even though they were horrible to me, they didn't deserve to die." He finally responded.

"Whatever."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the other boy.

"You do know that murder is bad, right?"

"I'm not stupid," Draco sneered. "But what's the harm in killing a few muggles? It's not that much of a loss."

"Muggles are people too, you know." Harry frowned. How could Draco be so comfortable about the idea of muggles dying? He himself didn't think he'd ever be able to take someone's life, apart from Lord Voldemort.

"Do you really think you could kill someone?" He didn't mean to ask that, it just sort of came out.

"Of course." Draco said honestly and then faced his god-brother, "Where'd that come from?"

"It's just, how could you really be that comfortable with taking someone's life?" Harry knew he this would definitely make him angry, but he couldn't help himself.

The Slytherin glared at him.

"I'm not comfortable with it, but I can do it if I have to…now drop it."

"Have you ever killed anyone before?" He couldn't handle the curiosity any longer.

Draco clenched his mouth shut as he felt the other boy's eyes on him.

"No…but I could do it if I had to."

"And just how many people? How many lives would you take? One? Two? How about ten? How many people, Draco? Give me a number."

Draco then sighed in frustration as he moved a little in his seat, it looked like he just wanted to get up and leave the room but something kept him there.

"I just don't understand. Why do you hate muggles so much?" Harry suddenly asked while shaking his head. He didn't understand it at all. "It seems you hate them just because they exist."

Draco smirked.

"It's human nature to hate. It's never going to go away. Despite what you may think there are real reasons why the Dark Lord's philosophy appeals to other wizards."

"Even though he is a half-blood himself," Harry scoffed.

"Well, that's the thing about hate," Draco pointed out, his voice a little quieter. "It's irrational."

Their heated conversation finally came to an end as they now sat in silence. Harry then looked up at the ceiling. Why was he trying to defend muggles? If anyone ought to hate muggles it was him, from the way he was treated by his aunt and uncle over the years…but he didn't. Maybe it's because he learned from all those years of living with them what it was like to be hated for something you are, something you can't help being.

Draco finally finished up and got up from his seat, pushing his chair in.

"Have a nice day, Potter." He said.

"Don't call me Potter," Harry responded while looking up at him.

Draco didn't respond as he walked out of room and Harry sighed and stared down at the table.

Two steps forward, one step back he thought as he finally got himself to eat. Just then Narcissa walked out of the door that led to the kitchen, looking a little frustrated as she took a seat.

"Good morning." She greeted.

"Morning." Harry said as he noticed her expression. "Did you hear any of that?"

"Unfortunately." She sighed. "He still has a lot of his father in him."

Harry didn't respond as he continued to eat, it was little uncomfortable now with his godmother here at the table and having heard what he and Draco had talked about.

Narcissa in the meantime was thinking of a way to show her son that he needed to change his ways. She then began remembering the Black family tree as an idea slowly came to her mind. Not only would that be a good example for Draco, it was something that was long overdo.