Harry lay in his bed listening to the snores of his year-mates. Lately, it seemed harder and harder to just fall asleep and stop thinking. His thoughts jumped around, never fully making sense. Some nights he would dream about the final battle. Others, he would dream he was with Malfoy. The latter dreams were the most troubling.
Sighing, and giving up on the peacefulness of sleep, he got up quietly from his bed and walked to the restroom. His feet were bare and hit the cold tiles with a dull thump. Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at his reflection, trying to see himself as others saw him. He noticed nothing save for his scar that would identify him as extraordinary. His eyes possessed no fraction of what he had seen in his short life. How could anyone think he was their savior?
He jerked the sink handle and splashed his face with water, letting it drip down onto his robes. He was too restless to ever get to bed now, so he decided to grab his invisibility cloak and wonder the halls for awhile. His room was undisturbed when he returned. Sticking an arm under his bed, he grasped a corner of the cloak and pulled it out. He concluded that shoes would only make his footsteps easier for Filch to hear, so he went without them.
The portrait barely mumbled a word as he went through. He loved Hogwarts at night. In the day it was loud and crowded with students, but at night it seemed so huge and full of mystery. Some superstitious muggles might have called it gloomy and spooky, but Harry simply adored it. On many such trips as this one he had encountered wondrous rooms filled with odd paraphernalia. His favorite room was still the room of requiry though.
As he was heading that way he heard a noise down the corridor. Not wanting to get caught by Filch, he ducked into a room and tried to shut the door as lightly as he could. When the footsteps passed he breathed a silent sigh of relief. Then, he turned to investigate the room he was presently in. It wasn't a classroom; that was for certain. A large sofa sat in front of a fireplace. The room was carpeted with green carpet the color of jade. A few bookshelves stood along the far wall.
Harry took a look at the titles of the books. "Deadly Poisons", "The Art of the Dark Arts", and "Mythology: An Advanced Guide" jumped out at him, along with a few required educational texts. It looked like someone's personal library.
Suddenly, the door opened. Harry spun around, forgetting his invisibility cloak was covering him. He stood still when he realized that none other than Draco Malfoy was standing at the door. Malfoy hastily shut the door behind him. He strode to the sofa where he sat down.
He lit the fire with his wand, then pulled a baggy out of his pocket. Harry identified a look of happiness on his face as Malfoy held up the bag to the light. He then walked over to the bookcase, coming so close to Harry that he had to move backwards so Malfoy wouldn't touch him. Grabbing a book without so much as a glance to the title, he returned to the couch.
Pulling out a razor blade and a straw, he dumped the powdery white contents of the bag onto the front cover of the book. Harry could barely hold back his gasp. Was Malfoy doing drugs? He continued to watch as Malfoy sorted the coke into lines with the blade, then snorted it up. When the last of it was gone, and Malfoy had licked the bag for the last remaining traces, only then did he slump down and relax. Harry didn't know what to make of this new revelation.
He inched closer so that he could see Malfoy's face. He was smiling, and it was strange, because Harry had never seen him actually smile before. Sure, he smirked all the time, but this was a purely blissful smile. With his eyes closed, he almost looked... beautiful. Harry shook his head. Where did that come from? 'But it's true,' Harry thought. 'He looks like an angel.' In fact, he was so busy watching him he didn't notice when his cloak caught fire until it was too late.
He cursed loudly and spun around, trying to put out the fire with his wand. Unfortunately, he threw the cloak off as well, and Malfoy opened his eyes with a scared and angry look upon his face. "What the hell are you doing here, Potter?"