Harry sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, feeling very very confused. It was already very late and even Ron had gone to sleep.

Everything had happened too fast. Who would have expected Draco to become so nervous and frightened and shy?

Anyway he had just done something he never thought he'd do.

He had given Draco the password to Gryffindor Tower.

When he'd led Draco to Slytherin Tower, he was still jumpy and nervous at having to spend the night with the rest of Slytherin. And, as Harry mused, who wouldn't be nervous at spending the night with a bunch of evil, scheming gits? So he had given Draco the password to Gryffindor Tower, to assure Draco that he could always look for Harry if he was too scared. He didn't even tell Ron what he did.

And so, Harry sat on the scarlet couch, thinking about what he did. Partly, he wanted to wait until he was sure that Draco wasn't coming.

Harry looked at his watch. 1 a.m.

Well, what's done cannot be undone, he thought. I don't think he'd come looking anyway. I'd better just go to sleep.

*

Harry was asleep when suddenly he felt someone shaking him awake.

Feeling extremely grouchy, Harry opened his eyes, All he could see was a blur because he did not have glasses on. He saw an undefined image, a silhouette of a person illuminated in moonlight.

"Ron? What in the world do you wa—"

"Actually er, it's not Ron."

In his sleepy state, Harry could not recognize the voice at all. He fumbled on the bedside table and grabbed his glasses. Then he put them on.

"Draco?" he said. Or actually, whispered. Everyone else in Gryffindor Tower was asleep and he didn't want to wake everyone up.

Especially not when Draco was standing beside his bed in pyjamas.

"Draco, what in the world are you doing here?"

"Well, you said I could, er, come looking for you if I got too scared."

'It's so late! You should already be sleeping!"

"Well, Goyle snores and Crabbed makes loud thumping noises in his sleep. I couldn't sleep at all! And have you seen the way that girl called Pansy Parkinson looks at me? She had me fearing for my life!"

Harry sniggered.

"It's not funny, Harry." Draco expression was one of annoyance. Harry was vaguely reminded of the old Draco.

"Fine. What do you expect me to do now? Share my bed with you?"

"Well…"

*

Harry didn't dare to sleep until Draco had slept, lest Draco woke him up because he was too nervous again.

"Draco?" Harry whispered.

Draco did not respond.

Harry gave a relieved sigh. Draco was asleep, at last.

Silently, Harry looked at Draco, watched as he breathed, watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath. The sliver of moonlight which shone through a small gap in the curtain reflected on Draco's white-blond hair, illuminating part of his sharp, defined features.

Harry turned so that he was facing Draco.

Come to think of it, he decided, his arch-rival wasn't too bad looking after all. In fact, he was quite beautiful, if the word could be used on a boy.

*

"What is wrong with you, boy!"

"Father, I'm sorry."

"You are useless! You can never hope to be good enough!"

"Father, I-I-"

"I wonder at times what to do with you, Draco. Looks like you will never go far."

Tears welled up in Draco's eyes, and he struggled to control them. He would never cry in front of his father.

"You'll never learn, Draco."

His father glared at him with steel grey eyes. Defiantly, Draco glared back with eyes that were the reflection of Lucius Malfoy's.

"Insolent boy!" Lucius slapped him. Draco reeled back from the impact, the side of his mouth trickling with blood.

"Never try to look at me in that disrespectful manner, do you understand me??"

Draco kept silent, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the blood off his mouth.

"Do. You. Hear. Me?"

"Yes, father."

"Go to your room!"

Draco turned and ran, not stopping until he had reached his room and slammed the door.

*

Draco opened his eyes abruptly, involuntarily touching the cheek the man with silver hair had slapped just now.

Father, Draco thought. I called him father. Was it a dream? No, it was too real. It must be a memory.

Draco turned, troubled. Then he suddenly realized he was sharing a bed with Harry, and with Draco's turn, their noses were almost touching. Draco gave a soft yelp and edged away.

Harry was asleep, his glasses still on.

It was still dark outside, by the looks of it. Draco opened a little of his side of the curtain, allowing some moonlight to shine in.

And he looked at Harry. Harry looked very troubled in his sleep, like a 16-year old boy with burdens that were heavier than what should be for a 16-year old boy. He had long lashes, thin lips, and messy black hair that seemed dying to be combed.

Draco leaned forward.

"Harry?" he whispered.

No response. Which was understandable, because Harry was probably tired after being woken up in the middle of the night. And he probably because he had spent the whole day with an amnesia-ridden person who had trouble getting everywhere. Harry was troubled, burdened, tired…but oh so attractive.

Draco really couldn't control himself. He leaned forward even more.

I can't keep my eyes away from him at all.

Heart-pounding, he felt his nose brush past Harry's.

Is this what people call 'desire'? Draco wondered.

Then he stopped, his lips inches away from Harry's. If Harry were to wake up when Draco kissed him…and if Harry didn't like him… Everything would simply end.

Very reluctantly, Draco pulled away, lying back to the position where he had woken up from. Silently he closed his eyes, wondering if he had just lost something forever.

*

Harry had forced himself to wake up early the next morning. He wasn't going to let Ron, who woke him up every morning, to see Draco in his bed. What would he think?

He hadn't slept well all night anyway. He was too worried he might just really fall asleep and kick Draco off the bed. The bed was made for one, not two. Harry wondered how Draco managed to sleep at all when the bed was so small.

"Draco? Draco. You have to wake up," Harry whispered as loudly as he dared. He reached out and shook Draco.

Draco's eyelids fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes, staring right into Harry's.

Draco blinked, as though he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. Then he blinked again, and Harry saw realization dawn in his silver eyes.

Draco looked away. "Oh. Harry. Erm."

"Yes. You have to go back to the Slytherin dormitory. You can't let Ron see you here. He'll kill you, then he'll kill me."

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Do you like Ron? You know, in that way?"

It took Harry a few seconds to understand what Draco was saying.

"What? No! No, of course not. Ron's my friend."

"Oh." Harry saw a flicker of emotion in Draco's eyes, but he wasn't sure what it was. "Okay," Draco continued. "Well, erm, I guess I'd better be going."

"Yeah." Harry pulled his Invisibility Cloak out of the drawer. "You'd better use this to get back. You know the way, don't you?"

"Yes. It's an …" Harry watched as Draco struggled with his memory. "Invisibility Cloak?"

"Yes. Come on. You'd better be quick. Breakfast starts soon. I'll see you in the Great Hall in an hour and a half."

Draco nodded, and Harry watched as he disappeared under the Cloak.

"Don't knock into anyone," Harry said.

"I know," came Draco's disembodied voice. Then Harry watched as after a while, the dormitory door swung open and closed silently.

Harry had the strange feeling that he had lost something forever.