Ronald Weasley had had his ear pressed against the closed bedroom door, waiting to hear a delicate female voice so he could try to figure out who it was. To his surprise it was another masculine voice. Hermione had come up next to him to listen as well. Wide eyed they gave each other questioning looks. Hermione frowned as she listened to the mystery voice a bit more than whispered to Ron, "That voice sounds awfully familiar. But...it couldn't be..."
Unable to take it anymore, Ron shoved the door open.
"Oh shit...Ron"

The redhead first saw Harry than spotted Draco as he looked up. He met eyes with the boy, and Draco simply gave him a wicked smirk before continuing to button his shirt, never breaking his stare. Hermione came in behind Ron and was rendered speechless with shock. Harry was the opposite of Draco's indifferent demeanor, and it was obvious he was panicking severely. Ron yelled "What-the-f..."
"Ron it's alright." Harry said holding up his hands for silence, "we're-" he paused trying to find the right term, "well we're on much better terms now."
Ron's cheeks grew red and he pointed at Draco, "You DO know who this is, right?"
"Yes, and-"
"What'd he do to you?"
"Nothing we just-... Ron stop it!"
The redhead had pulled out his wand and aimed it at Draco threateningly. Draco didn't even flinch but just stood there with an amused expression.
"I'd think twice before trying anything with me, weasel." Draco growled, his eyes glittering with hope for a duel with the boy.
"Draco..."Harry said softly in a warning tone. Ron moved to cast but Hermione grabbed his arm. "Ron no. Just calm down. He's not worth it" She scowled at Draco and pulled Ron back a bit. Harry walked over to Draco and with a tug on his arm, began to direct the boy towards the door.
"Can't I stay around for the fun?" the blonde quipped sarcastically.
Harry pushed him out the door. "Go" he hissed then added, "I'll talk to you later" He slammed the door shut and turned around to face his friends. Draco, not wanting to miss anything, leaned against the door outside and listened tentatively.

Hermione spoke first, "I think I know what this is really about."
"And what would that be?" Harry responded in an irritated tone.
"Are you trying to get back at us for getting together, by hanging out with that git?" Ron fumed. "Oh please" Harry groaned, "This hardly has anything to do with that besides the coincidence that I happened to run into him every time you guys kicked me out of the room. We just decided to stop fighting, why is that so difficult to understand?"
"Because it doesn't make sense Harry!" Hermione squeaked, "You were just about ready to murder each other in potions this morning, and suddenly this afternoon everything's just peachy between you two? You've loathed each other for 5 years! He's done terrible things to you AND your friends. You can't seriously be waving off your past years with him as if they never happened. He's completely untrustworthy."
"I never said I trust him!" Harry retorted loudly, his anger steadily growing. "Listen, maybe its not a problem for you, but I've got enough enemies out there who want me dead. I'd rather not have one at school. Besides Draco's a decent guy deep down."
Ron gaped at Harry and threw his hands up in the air. "Will you listen to him? He's gone absolutely mental!" He muttered to Hermione.
Harry sighed and flopped onto his bed. He sat there Indian style with his eyes shut, resting his head in his hands. Suddenly he felt very tired and annoyed.

Hermione, who hated when Harry yelled, saw the boy's anger welling up and decided to avoid an explosion. She tugged on Ron's arm and pulled him to the door. "Come on Ron. We can talk about this in the morning" she sighed as they moved out the door. Harry hopped off the bed and hurried over to the door as they left. He stuck his head out and called after them, "there's nothing to talk about!" Extremely heated, he spun back around, shoving angrily at the door, hoping it slammed so loud that the whole house could hear it. Instead he heard it being caught with a loud thump and the door swung back open. Draco sauntered back in.
"Well if I knew you only wanted to befriend me to have one less enemy, I wouldn't have done you such a favor." Harry turned to him with a small frustrated scowl. He paced up to the boy with the half buttoned up shirt. When Harry was upset he had to mess with something, and Draco's buttons were closest. "There's more to it than just that." He started, glaring at the buttons because they were being more difficult to fasten since he was so irritated.
Draco grabbed his hands gently and pried them off. He looked deep into Harry's eyes with an understanding and simply said, "I know." Harry snatched his hands away as if Draco's touch was scalding, and backed off a few feet. The blonde wondered if they were on the same train of thought, or had he guessed wrong about the boy. He sighed and moved over to the window. As he opened it he pulled out his cigarettes and after lighting one up tossed the pack to Harry. The Gryffindor joined him and they stood in silence, leaning on the window ledge and observing the night sky.

"Man, this has been one twisted day." Harry said finally. Draco nodded slowly in agreement. He looked over at Harry and thought to himself how the moonlight falling on the boys pained face made him so sadly beautiful.
Yes, the blonde had come to terms with the fact he was somewhat attracted to the boy. He wasn't crazy about him, but there was no denying they had a special connection. What it was, Draco wasn't sure.

"Harry."
"Hm?"
"How do you feel about me?"
Harry narrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully. "Well...you're...unexpected"
"Meaning..."
"Well meaning the last thing I expected to be doing tonight is fighting with my friends, and hanging out with you."
"So I'm not one of your friends."
"Hey come on, we just called truce only hours ago, what do you expect?"
"Yeah alright then." Draco replied softly.
"Tell you one thing, after hating you all these years, suddenly somehow now I'm startin' to feel like you're the only one I can really relate too. Never saw that one coming..." Harry said looking at the boy next to him, "It's just...everyone's changing so much, especially Hermione and Ron. It's like housing with strangers."
"That's growing up for you."
"Yeah but you haven't changed much"
Draco stood up straight, "Are you kidding? If I hadn't changed much I wouldn't be talking so courteous with you, and I sure as hell wouldn't be up here in your room having a smoke with you. I used to be such an immature little git."
"Not arguing with you on that." Harry grinned. Draco grinned back. After a few minutes of silence, Draco had an idea. "Hey. There's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. We should go. It'll be loads more fun than you could have with those two imbeciles downstairs."
Harry frowned a bit at Draco's name calling, but didn't comment on it. "I guess we could. I don't think Ron and Hermione were going to go anyways."
"Great." Draco said happily with a smile.
"God you're cute when you smile."
Every once in a while Harry made the mistake of saying a thought out loud, and now the boy was horrified. But Draco merely chuckled and said "thanks."
Harry looked down at the floor, "Uh...that came out wrong."
"Sure it did." Draco said unbelievingly. The blonde started walking to the door, "I'd better get back to the dorm before my crew starts to wonder about me."
"Alright then." Harry said as he followed him to the door, stopping at it and resting a hand on the doorknob. Draco turned to him and leaned against the door frame, looking him dead in the eye. "And just so you know, you're cute too."
Harry smiled feebly as Draco turned and moved swiftly down the stairs. He heard a few gasps from the common room as he shut the door. Throwing himself onto his bed, Harry tried unsuccessfully to wipe the grin off his face. He shut his eyes and soon fell into the most pleasant sleep he had had in quite some time.