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Chapter Three: Morning Calls

A few days later, Harry was on his way to his least favorite class, taught by his least favorite teacher. Potions with Professor Snape, what a joy. Suddenly the staircase Harry happened to be climbing decided to change its course of direction.
"Bloody Hell!" he cursed. When the staircase finished moving, he hopped onto the landing. He stood in front of an unfamiliar large, black, rustic door. He placed his ear to the door, straining to hear. Nothing. Silence. No sense in going to Potions now! Snape would have a field day docking points from Gryfindor. He shrugged and tugged at the doorknob. The door opened quietly, revealing a dark, deserted room. Closing the door behind him, he slowly walked inside. He felt intrusive, like he didn't belong. Feeling vulnerable in the dark he lit his wand with a whispered "Lumos." He couldn't believe his eyes.
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Most unfortunately, and ironically Draco found he was rooming with Blaise. Blaise was furious at this, and Snape, the head of house, would do nothing to change it.
"You will not be sleeping here! Do you understand! I do not give a fuck where you room, but it won't be here! Or anywhere near here! Now get out!" Blaise ordered
. Draco was shocked, and confused. Crabbe and Goyle were now Blaise's cronies and right now they were sending death glares Draco's way, with strong grips on their wands. He shook his head in disbelief and exited the room. Out in the common room his fellow Slytherins stared at him, they all heard of him going "soft" on his owl. He knew it was a stupid mistake, and he was paying the price. He strode out of the common room and wandered about the castle. He was deep in thought , and wasn't aware of where his feet were carrying him. He felt betrayed, and lonely. What am I supposed to do this year? Who will I talk to? Ugh..It doesn't matter. Maybe all this is just setting the scene for my mission! Surely scarhead wouldn't have befriended me if I were close with the others. Now he'll think I've changed and..and when I succeed Blaise will be on his fucking knees begging for forgiveness. Ha! Once he snapped out of his thoughts he found himself in front of a large, black door. He stepped inside and looked around. The room was clearly unused. There was a sofa and several lounge chairs, each covered with a sheet of dust. He angrily stormed over to the nearest chair, picked it up and threw it at the wall. He backed up against the wall and slid down so he was sitting.
I can't believe this..it's just not fair. Draco was used to everything going his way, and it was, until that summer. He buried his head in his hands, and for the first time in his life he let out all of his emotions instead of hiding them. First it was just a few tears then it was loud sobs. He soon fell into a deep slumber. Hours later he heard footsteps. He opened his eyes and squinted, there was a dim light illuminating the room. He stretched, his body ached from his awkward sleeping position. Standing over him was none other than the-boy-who-lived. He was ready to spit out an insult when he suddenly remembered the Lords plan.
"Potter." he acknowledged in a bored, dull tone.
Harry looked surprised at first, but then relieved. "Malfoy." he replied, followed by an awkward silence.
"What brings you here?"
"Changing staircases, and my hate for Professor Snape." Draco nodded. Snape was rather harsh on Potter. Harry turned around and began walking towards the door.
"Wait.."
Harry turned around and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Stay." it was more of a demand than an offer. Harry stood there for a moment, deciding what to do. This is Malfoy for gods sake! What does he have up his sleeve? But Harry remembered the rumors he'd been hearing about Malfoy, and figured all the boy wanted was some decent company. He chose to stay when noticing Malfoy's tear stained cheeks. Ha! Hes been crying? ! I didn't know Malfoys cried. He sat down next to him, a grin playing on his lips. "Whats so funny?" Draco asked angrily.
"Nothing. This is just, weird. Why are you here anyway?"
Draco sighed. Tell him the truth? Ugh.. might as well. What am I turning into? "I got into a disagreement with Blaise Zabini and he intimidated all the other Slytherins into despising me." "Ouch.."
"Yeah so now I have no where to room."
"Bloody hell.. that sucks." Harry surprised himself, he was speaking civilly with ferret boy. How absurd.
"Yes, it does."
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"Here I guess." he answered, nodding to the old sofa . Harry felt sympathy for the boy. Sympathy for the boy who caused him and his friends years of trouble.
"Maybe you could arrange something with Dumbledore." Harry suggested.
"That old goon! I don't think so." Draco spat.
"Suit yourself. I could bring you some blankets and food. If you want." he offered.
"Yeah, whatever." Draco replied nonchalantly.
Harry rose to his feet. "Umm..okay. I'll be right back." Draco nodded.
Harry left the room and made his way to the room of requirement. He paced back and forth three times in front of the non-existent door, thinking of linens, food, and an invisibility cloak. After the three paces the large oak door appeared. He opened it and it was a small closet with shelves. On one shelf was two pillows and two white, fleece, blankets. On the next shelf was a brown paper bag, looking inside Harry found chicken sandwiches, pumpkin juice, éclairs, and various candies including chocolate frogs and Bertie Botts every flavor beans. On the last shelf was a silver cloak, the invisibility cloak. He smiled and mentally thanked Dobby for introducing him to the room. He grabbed the bag and linens and through the cloak over himself. Half way back to the room, Harry paused. What the hell am I doing? Helping Malfoy? Bringing him food, pillows, and blankets? Oh gods, I've gone mental.. He shook his thoughts away and made his way back to the room. He opened the door, and tugged the cloak off himself.
"Heres the blankets. I got some food too."
"Great, I'm starving. Hey.. why are there two pillows and blankets?"
"Oh I hadn't noticed."
Draco raised his eyebrows. This is too easy. "Why don't you stay? You might not be the best company but it's better than no one I suppose."
"Umm.. okay." Harry replied, scuffing his shoe on the floor.
"Alright then, I get the sofa."
"Well I think its a pull out." He strode over to the sofa , took off its cushions and pulled out a bed.
"See?"
"Oh, alright." They made the bed up and sat down next to eachother, stuffing their faces with food.
"I must admit to you Malfoy, this is really awkward. Why are you being so nice to me?" Harry dared to ask. Draco contemplated his answer.. he obviously couldn't tell him his plan.
"Because, I'm tired of fighting. Its too much energy. It is awkward, but people change."
Harry snorted into his eclair. "Oh please! I bet you're a death eater!"
Draco scowled. Harry had touched a nerve. "Not by choice Potter. -Nox- Goodnight."
Draco said, ending the conversation. Harry rolled his eyes and lyed down. Egotistical git. He suddenly felt Draco's hand brush his accidentally and a weird tingling sensation trailed up his arm. Harry fell asleep with his pants oddly tight.
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Sunlight streamed through the window, and Draco opened his eyes. He looked around. Harry was missing from the bed. He looked at his watch. "Shit! Why didn't the bastard wake me up?" --------
A/N: Rewritten, and improved. Review!