Fun Fact: Henry's favorite color is blue, while at least in this fic, Harry's is red.

(Draco POV)

I'd always known that I could be a bit stuck up.

Of course I'd always known that, it was just an integral part of my personality, it's why for years, I never really tried to make any friends outside of the small group that Father had introduced me to. Crabbe and Goyle had been safe and easy friendships. No work had been required and it was simple enough to control them to make them do whatever I wanted, but they'd never offered anything more and though I didn't want anything more for so long, eventually, I did begin to expect more out of a friendship.

Then I'd met those stupid twins and though they could be a tad annoying, I had decided to befriend them. In doing so, I'd started ignoring Crabbe and Goyle and so they weren't really talking to me and with everything Henry had said, it had really struck a nerve. A nerve I hadn't wanted to be struck.

That stupid Darken had really, truly hurt my feelings and I, Draco Malfoy didn't know what to do about it. I dared not write to Father, for I knew he'd have some choice words for me, but my mother was also always there when I needed her and she was a lot gentler than Father.

Yes, I should write to her.

After I'd decided to do that, I received her Owl back, informing me that she wanted to talk to me, so after talking to Professor Snape about it, my Mother had picked me up from school on Friday, a week after the drama had happened and together, she took me out to get some ice cream while we talk.

"They're so stupid!" I ranted to her as I sat now in a booth, my mother across from me as we waited for our ice cream. "I did absolutely NOTHING wrong!"

"Is that so?" Her gentle voice always soothed me, no matter how upset I'd ever gotten and so calming down, I was silent a moment as my mother continued. "Well Draco, I can see you're very upset and that's perfectly reasonable, but take a moment and think."

"Think about what?" I looked at her as the shop waiter came over and set my ice cream in front of me before walking away quickly, sensing that we were having an important conversation.

"Think about others."

"Hm." I put my spoon into the Banana split I'd gotten and moved the toppings around a bit before taking some onto my utensil and slipping it into my mouth.

How was I supposed to think about anyone else, when I was so upset? Didn't my mother care that two days ago, I'd cried a little because maybe that stupid Darken boy was right and I didn't really have any friends?

"Draco?" I looked up at my mother, having begun to get lost in my spiraling thoughts.

"Yeah?" I didn't really feel like talking anymore, but I'd hear her out.

"What do you think Henry Darken is thinking?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do."

I looked at her now as I took another bite of my dessert and finally, taking my mother's advice, I began to think about what my friend… or maybe former friend had said. "He thinks I'm a bully."

My mother considered this for a moment. "Why might he think that, Draco?"

"I was starting trouble with the Gryffindors."

"Were you defending yourself?"

"No." I could've lied, but I'd learned very early on, that that would get me into more trouble than the lie was worth, so with my parents, I was always as honest as I could be.

My mother gave me a look, but seemed to think better of scolding me for making trouble when I was already feeling like crap like Father would, so she decided to say. "How would you feel if Henry started making trouble with Slytherins?"

"He's not a Gryffindor though." I argued and she shook her head.

"Does he have friends in Gryffindor?"

"I guess. Not super close, but he and Jsmes on good terms with them."

"How would you feel if he started picking fights with Crabbe and Goyle? You three aren't best friends, but I'd say you're on speaking terms, yeah?"

I nodded.

"How would you feel?"

I blinked my eyes rapidly and took another bite of ice cream, feeling for perhaps the first time this year that I was completely in the wrong. This was not a nice feeling and my heart constricted in my chest. Not wanting to say anything, I shrugged and my mother reached over and took one of my hands into hers and squeezed it.

"They hate me." Was all I could finally muster.

"Are they the type to hold grudges?" I thought hard on this and after a moment, I shook my head.

"No, they're not." Was she insinuating that maybe they might forgive me? That would be pretty cool. Then I'd have my friends back and I wouldn't be a total loser.

"Do you want their friendship?" I thought hard on this question, considering everything, then after a moment, I nodded. "Yeah."

"Maybe you should apologize then. If there's a chance they'll forgive you, then go for it." She smiled. "Not to mention that it is the mature thing to do. Yeah, you're eleven Draco, but you know that you won't be forever."

"Yeah, I remember learning that five didn't lady forever, either and you wouldn't always come in the middle of the night to comfort me."

"You had to learn to self soothe." I smiled, but after a moment, it faltered.

"What if they choose not to forgive me?" That was the nerve wrecking part, now.

Taking both my hands in hers now, she looked into my eyes and I couldn't help but smile. "Then they'll be missing out on a friendship with the greatest boy of all time."

"You know? You're the best mum of all time." She beamed.

"I know I am."

(Henry POV)

Since the incident with the three headed dog, we'd started ignoring Draco even more and had even got Urie to start doing it. He had caused all of this to happen and because of him, we were not only lucky to still be in the school, but lucky enough to be alive.

Our silent treatment wouldn't last long though, because on Friday night, when Harry, Urie, Jakoba and I were sat on the lawn, hanging it out, Draco approached us, looking a little nervous, which was more than I'd seen from him all school year. Usually, he walked around with a sort of swaggering confidence that bordered on admirable and annoying.

Me, being the ruthless one of us, gave him a scathing look when he asked if he could sit with us. "Why?"

Jakoba kicked me. "Sure, how've you been?"

"Yeah, it's been hard." He finally said, his usual drawl less noticeable as he spoke quickly, his face going a bit pink. Then he looked right at Jakoba and said the thing that I never ever in a million years I bought I'd hear him say. "I'm sorry I tried to trick you into getting into trouble."

"Apparently." I said, "He didn't fall for it, but we did and doing so almost got us killed."

"Wait, so he didn't fall for it, but you guys did?" Draco couldn't help but crack up a little and after a moment, Urie and Jakoba did as well with Harry and I following suit after a moment.

"Yeah." Harry said, "Talk about terrible luck."

"I'm sorry you guys got caught in everything." Draco finally said, the words obviously not coming easily to him. "Sometimes I get so angry or annoyed that I just lash out."

"You need an outlet for that." Urie said and I nodded.

"When I'm upset Dad gave me this little cube I can destroy, but it repairs itself. I throw, kick, punch and squeeze it and it always goes back to normal."

"Maybe you can show me some time?" I looked from Harry to Urie to Jakoba and after a moment of seemingly silent debate, we all agreed that forgiving him was a good option, so we told him so.

"Yeah." I smiled, "You wanna hang with us for a bit before we have t9 go in, it's gonna rain soon so we don't have a lot of time." Nodding, he sat down beside and until little raindrops began to pelt us until we went in doors, we laid out in the grass and talked, joking and goofing around as we did,

I was glad I'd met and made friends with all the people I had so far, it felt nice to not really have anyone I truly disliked and I was hoping that after all the drama, Harry and I could finally chill out for the rest of the school year.