~Midnight Snack~

Draco slammed and locked the door behind him, relieved to get away from Pansy, "GOD WHAT A BITCH!"

Draco walked into his bathroom and flipped on the lights. He found his toothbrush, dabbed a bit of toothpaste on it, and began brushing his teeth while thinking, 'What the fuck was Parkinson thinking? First she drags me over to their tower to play a muggle game of all things! Then I'm dared to, ugg... kiss Potter! If word gets out about this my reputation will be ruined! My father will disown me! I'll be the laughing stock of the whole God damn school just because Pansy wanted revenge! What the fuck made me go along with it anyway?! How the fuck can Pansy push me into these things?! Damit!!!'

Draco leaned in toward the sink and spit out the toothpaste. He checked his lips in the mirror making sure there wasn't any paste on them, but then he saw something he hadn't seen before. A small, but visible bruise began forming at the top right corner of his upper lip.

"Goddammit! That's all I need! I didn't even kiss him that hard!!!" Draco spat into the mirror.

He removed his robes and changed into a comfortable green night shirt and black sweats. Muggle clothes, but they were comfortable all the same and that's all he cared about at the moment.

He pulled the sheets down from his bed and climbed in welcoming the warmth. He stared up at the ceiling and reached over for his wand, but it wasn't there. It was still in his robes.

"Goddammit! This is not my day!" Draco yelled as he got up again and headed for the bathroom. He grabbed his robes and searched inside but it was empty. "Where's my fucking wand?!"

He thought back to when he had it. He remembered having it when he went up to Gryffindor Tower and using it to flicker a light off when he was too lazy to get up during the game. But... But Pansy distracted him and he set his wand down beside him.

"Shit! How much of an idiot can I be in one day?! Not putting my wand back in my robe! Goddammit!!!" Draco cursed, "I can't wait until tomorrow to get it. I won't sleep until I get it back!"

Draco unlocked his door and slowly made his way to the common room. He checked to make sure no one was up and he slipped out of the Slytherin dormitories. Draco snuck through the hallways careful not to run into a teacher or Filch and his cat. Even prefects had night hours now. He had to take a few detours when he heard footsteps coming in his direction.

Finally he made it to Gryffindor Tower's entrance, the Fat Lady portrait. She had her eyes closed and was sleeping.

"Psst, hey wake up!" Draco grumbled.

The Fat Lady opened her eyes and snapped, "What do you want?" She eyed his clothes, "Have you been sneaking around? You don't look like any Gryffindor I've seen! Password."

Draco thought back. Granger had said something that began with a 'C', but he couldn't remember what! "I was here about an hour ago remember? I left my wand in the common room. All I want to do is go retrieve it."

"No password no entrance," the Fat Lady grumbled and began to close her eyes again, "Now go away, I was sleeping."

"I can't leave till I get my wand!" Draco hissed, "Trust me I don't want to be anywhere near here!"

"Ah!" the Fat Lady smiled like she just realized something, "You must be a Slytherin! A Slytherin trying to get in and destroy Gryffindor Tower!"

"Goddammit! I don't want to destroy the tower I just want to find my fucking wand!"

The Fat Lady yawned, "Go away, you little pest. I'm tired."

Draco got furious but he had to stay quiet or get caught sneaking around at night, 'Now what was that password Granger said? It was 'C' something. 'Ca' 'Cas' 'Car' 'Carm',' Draco brightened up, 'That's it! Carmel Apple!'

"Carmel Apple," Draco smirked at the portrait.

The Fat Lady gave him one of the dirtiest looks he had ever seen, but none the less she opened the entrance for him. Draco walked in quietly heading straight toward the fire.

"Now where did I put it?" he whispered to himself. He searched around for a few minutes in the dark. Only the small glow of the burned ashes in the fireplace gave off any amount of light. "Where is it?!!" He stubbed his foot on a chair, "Damit!"

A voice came from behind him, "Don't move!"

Draco froze in place startled. His headache came back and it was hard to concentrate on who the voice belonged to.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for my wand."

"And why would it be up here?"

"Because I left it here when I was over here earlier."

"Turn around."

Draco's head spun when he turned around but he came face to face with his attacker.

"Potter?!!"

"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here?!!"

"I told you I'm looking for my wand. I can't find it and I think I left it up here," Draco got a strange feeling in his stomach and a few of those weird emotions came running back to hit him. He shook it off and cursed himself.

"I have it up in my room. You did leave it here and Hermione told me to keep it in my room until I could give it back to you tomorrow."

"Well I want it back tonight, Potter."

"Alright, damn. Follow me," Harry started walking up a flight of stairs.

"Don't you think I would wake all your little Gryffindor friends?"

"I'm a prefect, I have my own room. Now follow me or you won't get it back."

Draco was a little hesitant, but followed after Harry started up. Harry opened the door and led Draco inside and turned on a light. Draco took a look around the room. It looked like his room. Actually it was an exact replica of his room except done in red and gold instead of green and silver.

Harry saw Draco staring, "Do you like the room?"

"It's the same as mine actually."

"You're a prefect?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, I am."

Harry shrugged and walked over to one of his chests. He mumbled a few passwords and numbers until it finally opened.

"You kept my wand in a password protected trunk? I'm surprised you didn't chuck it out an open window," Draco crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well unlike Slytherins," Harry smirked giving his tone away, "I think it's cruel for a person to not have his wand. It just makes then too vulnerable."

Harry handed the wand back to Draco. Draco took it and tucked it into the rim of his pants. He stammered, "Uh... thanks."

"Your welcome."

There was silence. Now that Draco didn't have his mind on finding his wand it wandered to other places. Like that kiss, the silence, and being up here in Harry's room, alone.

He decided to break the silence, "What were you doing down in the common room?"

"I was going to get something to eat, but then I saw someone in here and I thought someone was trying to trash the place. We've had that happen before. A hurt ex-girlfriend."

"Of yours?" Draco could have smacked himself.

"No. I'm no good at relationships. Haven't had a girlfriend since Cho in fifth year."

"So whose was it?"

"I think it was Dean's."

Harry's stomach gurgled and he slightly blushed.

Draco chuckled, 'Isn't that cute?' Then the realization of what he just thought hit him, 'Wait no! What the fuck am I thinking?!'

Harry spoke knocking him out of his thoughts, "Told you I was hungry. You wanna come with me and grab something to eat? It's boring eating alone and I'd even go with my Slytherin enemy."

"Thanks, Potter."

Harry smirked, "You're welcome."

Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

Harry laughed, "Are you coming or not?"

Draco remembered that he didn't even eat dinner and food wouldn't kill him, "Fine."

Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and the two boys walked back down into the common room. He threw it over himself and Draco and opened the entrance and they snuck out into the halls.

Draco couldn't understand why, but he was shaking from being so close to Harry. They had to stay, sides touching, so they could fit underneath the cloak. They were so close that Draco could smell green apple in Harry's hair. It smelt nice and had a calming effect over him. He could hear Harry let out short breaths with each step they took.

He finally shook out of it, 'What the fuck are you thinking, Draco!'

Harry reached out and tickled the pear. The secret entrance opened up and the two stepped inside. Harry took the cloak off of them and stepped away both to Draco's relief and reluctance.

A small house elf came running up to them. He grabbed onto Harry and began shouting, "Oh kind Harry Potter has come to see Dobby! Would Harry Potter like anything to eat?"

"Yes, Dobby," Harry gave a 'please help me' glance to Draco, "Could you get me a piece of chocolate cake? Want a piece, Draco?"

"Sure," Draco eyed the strange house elf. He looked familiar in a way. Draco passed it off; all house elves looked the same anyway and his family had gone through a few to many.

Dobby looked at Draco strangely and whispered something into Harry's ear. Harry whispered something back that sounded like, "Just act like you don't know him."

Dobby nodded and scurried away as a few other house elves fixed up a table.

"What was that about?" Draco asked.

"Nothing. You know; house elf stuff."

Draco passed it off, "Whatever."

It took a few more seconds to realize what Harry had called him earlier, "Did you call me Draco?"

Harry looked at him with those fire-emerald green eyes of his, "Well yeah. I figured since we spent a whole night playing a game and now we're eating together I figured it would be stupid to call each other by our last names. Besides we're the only ones here so it won't hurt. We can go back to hating each other tomorrow. How about a truce for tonight?" Harry stretched out his hand.

Draco shook it, "Fine, Pott. er, Harry." He tried to focus on the truce and not how his hand felt like it was burning inside Harry's.

Dobby came racing back with two plates of cake and set them down on the table. The two boys sat down and began to eat, devouring the food.

Draco taste buds suddenly perked at the familiar flavor, "So that's what I tasted."

Harry looked up from his plate and swallowed, "Excuse me?"

Draco looked up unaware he had spoken out loud, "Huh?"

"You just said, 'So that's what I tasted'. Care to elaborate?"

Draco's face went red with embarrassment with the realization he had thought aloud, "Oh... uh... nothing!"

"No, what did you mean?"

"Nothing, Pott... Harry!"

Harry smirked, "Did you mean the chocolate cake I had for dinner?"

Draco blushed even deeper, "No!"

Harry chuckled, "Honestly, Draco. I'm not gonna tell anyone. To tell you the truth I don't want everyone to find out I kissed my enemy even if it was on a dare. Besides it's not... not like it meant anything. I was worrying about the whole situation until I realized it was stupid to worry about it."

Draco nodded, not noticing Harry had stuttered, "You're right. Tomorrow we can go back to hating each other."

"Besides," Harry grinned, "You tasted like peppermint."

Draco reached inside his sweatpants pocket and pulled out two peppermints, "Practically the only muggle candy I like." He tossed one to Harry.

"What's with the bruise?"

Draco put his hands to his lips, "Nothing."

Harry's eyes twinkled, "You should try a concealing charm."

"I'm really no good at those."

"I'll put one on you tomorrow morning so no one gets any ideas."

Draco nodded, but was very appreciative.

A few seconds of silence went by. Harry eyed Draco and smiled, "You're more muggle then I thought."

"What?!!" Draco shouted.

"You're wearing muggle clothes," Harry began to laugh.

"Shut up, Potter," even though Draco thought he should have been angry he began laughing too, "And besides, Harry, you're wearing the same thing I am."

"But I'm not Draco, all mighty pureblood wizard," his sarcasm was ruined by laughter.

"You wait, Harry. When this truce is over I'm going to hex you so bad," Draco's eyes twinkled with tears of laughter.

"I'm glad I did call that truce, huh?"

"Better believe it, Potter."

Harry yawned, "So now that we both know the other has terrific taste buds and that we both choose muggle clothes to sleep in, I don't know about you, but I need to get some sleep tonight."

Draco nodded, "Yeah I know."

The two stood up and the house elves were practically fighting over the dirty dishes. Dobby went over to Harry, "Harry Potter and his friend come and visit Dobby again real soon?"

Draco was sort of shocked. Never had he been called Harry's friend.

"I'm sure we will, Dobby, but we must go now," Harry waved at the entrance, "Thanks for the cake."

"Anytime, Harry Potter!"

Harry threw the cloak around the two of them and, once again, Draco was close to him.

Harry whispered in Draco's ear because they were so close and he didn't want anyone to hear them, "I'm gonna walk down to the Slytherin dungeons so you don't have to try to sneak down there."

Harry's hot breath on his ear sent tingles down his spine, but he tried to concentrate, "Thanks."

Harry nodded and the two walked down to the Slytherin entrance.

"Thanks again," Draco couldn't believe how unlike himself he was being at the moment. He unwrapped himself from the cloak and Harry put the hood down so it seemed like his head was floating in the air.

"No problem."

"Unicorn Blood," Draco whispered and climbed into the entrance. He looked back and saw Harry staring.

Silence fell and it seemed to Draco that the two were getting closer and closer. Draco realized they were practically nose to nose before he pulled away with a jerk, "Thanks, H-Harry."

Harry stood back in surprise of his own actions, "No problem, Draco," he repeated.

"I guess I'll s-see you t-tomorrow," Draco stammered.

"Yeah bye," Harry pulled the hood up and Draco could hear him quickly walk away.

He walked inside and quickly closed the door behind him breathing hard. He practically ran up to his room shutting the door and locking it behind him. He let out a taunting breath and leaned against the door closing his eyes.

'Draco, you are one of the worse people you know! He's Potter for fucks sake! What the fuck almost happened?!! All he did was invite you to a late night snack!' Draco rubbed his palm to his forehead the headache returning, 'Goddamn migraine!'

He steadied himself against the wall and carefully guided himself toward the bed. Everything was spinning slowly and dizziness overtook his eyes. He felt along his bed and sat down taking his wand out and setting it on the nightstand. He rested his head on the silver pillow and laid down staring at the ceiling. The dizzy sensation slowly faded away.

'Fucking migraine is getting worse. Must see Pomfrey for a stronger medicine. Maybe Snape will brew something. Hell even Harry might be able to brew something now. He's become quite well in potions. Wait, when the fuck do I call Potter, Harry?!!' Now that his thoughts had landed on Harry again Draco began to think over the night, 'God Draco, all you did was try to go get your wand. And then Potter had to invite you to go get something to eat. Damn him. It's not like I care about him, in fact I down right hate him. Yes, that's it. It's a new era of hate and that's these new emotions and shit. I don't care for Potter one bit.'

Draco closed his eyes feeling he had explained everything to himself, but something nagged at the pit of his stomach that wouldn't go away. He turned a few times uneasy before his sleep deprived body finally shut down and the welcoming darkness consumed him.