Draco stood by the end of a bed in a room that was smaller than his by quite a few feet. The person in the bed stirred and Draco held his breath. His hand fiddled under his black, thick robes for his wand, getting ready to follow out his quest in killing everyone in the house. He would have pulled out his wand right then and there and screamed an incantation if only it wasn't for the soft glow of the street light outside the person's window that illuminated the face of the sleeping blob. It was a boy, an extraordinary boy with messy black hair, pale skin and underneath his closed sleeping eyes, Draco knew there were the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life, but what was more miraculous was the lightning bolt scar clearly seen on his forehead. Draco took a few sharp breaths as he came to notice he was standing in the middle of Harry Potter's room and a feeling of guilt flew over him as he watched Harry sleep. There was something that wouldn't make his hand reveal his wand and kill him, but instead his hand dropped back to his side, lifeless.

It had been only a few hours earlier that he and his fellow Death Eaters were called to gather in front of Voldemort. He said he had a plan.

"I have been watching the house all day, they don't seem to have much guard over it. A few cats are hanging around, but besides that, nothing more. I want a group of you, no more than three of you, to go into the house and kill the family of Mud-Bloods when they're asleep. It shouldn't take more than a few minuets, but I'll give you the night for fun and torture if it pleases you so."

And that was his plan. Draco had wondered why it was this house he had to enter and not any of the other houses that lined the block, surely they could hit a whole neighborhood before someone found out, but thinking that they had entered this house and it was meant for Harry's miraculous murder, was something Draco could not make himself do. Sure, right now he had an opportunity that held many great and extraordinary things that were so easily in his grasp that could come without a fight or a struggle and he never thought it would be so hard. Until now.

He took in another breath and ended up swallowing at the same time, causing him into coughing fits, making Harry stir and wake. Harry, sensing someone else in the room, grabbed for his glasses, but ended up knocking them to the floor in the excitement of getting them on quickly. He reached down and felt around for his glasses, just as he felt the smooth metal rims, a hand grabbed his wrist and a voice, all to familiar to him said "Leave them."

Harry had to blink a couple of times to make sure of whose voice he had heard before exclaiming, quietly though, so his Aunt and Uncle wouldn't wake up.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

Draco picked up Harry's glasses and held them in his hand. Thoughts and feelings ran through his mind as he quickly came up with an answer.

"I'm here to kill you, Potter." He stated finally. He nodded to add emphasis that Harry couldn't see, but more to remind himself of his duties.

"Kill…me?" Harry asked, making a move for his night stand, searching blindly for his small desk lamp and turning it on. Draco narrowed his eyes as the new found light lit the room.

"That's what I said."

"Well, you don't seem to be acting quickly on it. I suggest you do it before my Uncle hears us and gets you before you can get me."

Draco let out a laugh and threw Harry's glasses to him.

"You're afraid of your Uncle hearing us." He let out a pathetic laugh and Harry tried to match it.

"You don't know my Uncle."

"True, Potter…Very true." Draco paused "So, you want me to kill you, then?"

"No, but I'm sure you're just itching with desire to get your wand at my throat."

Harry grabbed his glasses and put them on quickly. Draco came into view and Harry took in the sight of a pale face and blue eyes staring back at him behind a thick, black, cloak.

"Well, yes. But what fun would I have at school if you're not there for me to make fun of?"

"Are you feeling ok?" Harry narrowed his eyes. Draco let out a grin and nodded.

"I'm feeling swell, Potter. How about your self?" Harry adjusted and sat, crossing his legs. Draco seemed to be acting weird and wasn't too sure about what was going to happen.

"Um…fine, I guess…thanks?"

"Good."

There was an odd moment of silence before Draco seemed to relax and look around the room. He lifted his hood back off his head, allowing his blond hair to show.

"Wow. Quite a dump you're living in. I would have thought your room to be a mansion in itself." Draco looked back at Harry and Harry shrugged, studying Draco.

"Only you would think that."

"Oh, don't be so rude, Potter. Remember, my wand is in easy grasp and if you set me off, say good bye to your fame and fortune." Draco winced at his own words. He didn't mean to say that, but he was so used to making comebacks to Harry, this one just slipped out. It wouldn't happen again, Draco promised himself. Harry clutched his teeth together. What was Draco trying to get at?

"Aren't there others?" Harry said finally, changing the subject.

"Others?"

Harry motioned to Draco's get up with a nod of his head before he spoke again.

"Death Eaters. You're wearing their robe, and I'm sure Voldemort just wouldn't send one of you."

Draco nodded, smirking a little.

"Yes. There are others. But don't worry, we have all night."

"All night for what?"

"To get you to change your mind."

"Change my mind?"

Draco sighed and sat down next to Harry. He looked at Harry and turned sideways to face him better. Harry gazed back at Draco, scared by his actions.

"Harry, if we can be civil for once, maybe introduce ourselves again, not letting our reputations get in the way…"

"You mean…friends?"

"Well, yes." Harry studied Draco warily. Harry was now in total confusement. Never once in the six years they've known each other had they given a single thought to being civil.

"What are you playing at?"

"I'm not playing. I've just come to a conclusion."

"A conclusion." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, a conclusion, and I don't think another moment such as this will come again to ever be civil with you."

Harry cleared his throat as Draco bit his bottom lip nervously. Something about Draco changed then and there. He didn't seem like the self-absorbed, mean, Muggle hating, bastard that he usually was. Instead he seemed scared and lost. Something came over Harry as well. Not exactly pitty, but almost to the point and he decided to give Draco the chance to talk.

"Please, don't tell me I'm going to regret this." Harry took in a breath. "What conclusion did you come to?"

"Something I've held inside of me for too long. Something I need to get out now before another chance is lost."

"What? What is it?"

Draco bit his lip, not sure on how to word what he was feeling. He had felt it since their second year. Thanks to Crabbe and Goyle, he found out what was bothering him, yet no one knew the truth. It was something even Pansy couldn't fill with her good looks and snobby personality. He changed position and sat on his knees, leaning closer to Harry.

"I need you to promise me, whatever happens tonight will not get out to anyone."

"Just tell me, Draco."

"Not until you promise me."

"Alright, I promise." Harry couldn't help but stare into Draco's eyes as Draco leaned closer.

"I…I've…" Draco paused. This was harder than the urge not to kill Harry. He searched Harry's eyes before he continued in a whisper as he leaned in closer.

"I couldn't kill you tonight because as I was watching you sleep, I noticed that I like you."

Harry froze. Did Draco just say what he thought he said? Harry just nodded and tried to look away, but was unable as he was frozen in Draco's stare. Draco pressed his lips together as he watched Harry, looking like a deer caught in headlights and sat back on his heels a bit. He lowered his head after no quick response and spoke in a low voice.

"There. I said it. My conclusion."

Harry stayed quiet. He wasn't sure how to reply and just continued watching Draco. A few seconds passed by and Draco looked up at Harry. He tilted his head and scrunched up one side of his face.

"So?" Draco asked. Harry swallowed. Draco let out an exasperated sigh, signaling that he was sick of waiting for an answer and leaned forward, meeting Harry's lips with his, surprised at the fact that Harry didn't pull away from the kiss. Harry closed his eyes as their lips met and started to move his hand to pull Draco into a deeper kiss, but as his hand moved, Harry was still surprised about Draco's actions and softly pushed him away, opening his eyes.

"I have a girlfriend." Harry whispered. Draco pulled back.

"Cho? Harry, I can give you more than she can--"

"--No" Harry interrupted Draco and paused before speaking again.

"Not Cho. She decided that we should be good friends." Draco looked at Harry quizzically. Harry sighed before looking away.

"It's Ginny." Draco coughed hearing Ginny's name.

"The Weasel?"

Harry glared at Draco and he shrunk down, he cursed himself, it happened again.

"I'm sorry, Harry. It just came out."

"We got together in the beginning of the summer. She's visited a few times." Harry explained and Draco just nodded. Just then there was a scream coming from a few doors down. Harry jumped up suddenly as he noticed it was Aunt Petunia who was making the racket. He started for the door before Draco held him back.

"Stay here." Draco looked at Harry and Harry nodded. Draco rushed towards his bedroom door before turning back to Harry. He smirked as he said 'See you at school, Potter' before disappearing through the door.

Harry turned off his light and sat on his bed, listening to a bunch of commotion going on outside his door then silence. He glanced out the window and watched as three black figures walked across his front yard, the one behind the rest stopping to look back at Harry's window before continuing to glide along with the others.