"I-" Harry didn't know what to say.

"Get out!" Malfoy yelled.

So he left and went up to his common room.

(2 weeks later)

Harry couldn't stop thinking about Draco. He made Hermione and Ron very concerned by jumping up in class yelling "no!" when he realized he'd just thought of Malfoy as Draco.

So he did the only logical thing he could think of. He went back at midnight to Draco's secret room. He wasn't kept waiting long. Draco opened the door and shut it closed behind him. When his eyes focused on Harry he swore.

"Fuck! Potter what's wrong with you? Are you stalking me or something?" he screamed.

"No," Harry said quietly and a little too quickly. Draco stared at him, as if waiting for an explanation. After several seconds passed, Draco realized Harry wasn't planning to elaborate. Draco shook his head.

"So what," he asked, his voice dangerously low, "are you doing here? Do you think you're gonna play the part of hero? Save me from my self-destructrive ways?" He clenched his fists at his sides.

"No. I just wanted to know why…" Harry realized this was exactly the reason he had come.

Draco snorted. "You think I'd tell you,Potter?" He turned abruptly from Harry and sat on the couch. He was obviously trying to ignore Harry, but then he broke the silence.

"You don't know what it's like. Your life is perfect. You're everyone's 'Golden Gryffinder'," he said, spitting out the last two words like they were poison. "You have friends who really care about you."

"And you don't?"

"I didn't say that!"

You implied it."

"Whatever, Potter. You're crazy!"

"Anyways, you're wrong. How can they care about me when they don't even know me? All they see is their key to beating Voldemort.

"Oh, the poor tragic hero. Touching, but I'm still not going to tell you," he let Harry know.

"Is it your father?" Harry asked, hesitatingly.

Draco sprang up from the couch and was face to face with Harry almost before Harry was done speaking, looking an equal measure scared and angry. "You don't talk about my father, Potter! You don't know so shut up! What even makes you think that?"

"That reaction for one."

"Oh, you think you're so smart. I'm done with you. Go away," he commanded. He sulked back to the couch, faintly reminding Harry of a 3-year old when he hadn't gotten his way. Harry watched as Draco rummaged in his pocket for something. It was a lighter and cigarette. He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, holding in the smoke before exhaling it in a cloud.

Harry was still watching, moments later when Draco had almost finished said cigarette. Draco threw it to the ground and stomped it with his foot before speaking.

"I thought maybe the second-hand smoke would get you to leave." Harry wasn't expecting this, and his shocked expression made Draco laugh. Not very long, and not very loud, but it was the most he'd laughed in a long while. This encouraged Harry to move across the room to sit next to Draco on the couch. Draco raised an eyebrow at him. He pulled a joint out of his pocket.

"Maybe this will make you leave." He smiled and lit it. He blew the smoke into Harry's face, and Harry promptly began coughing. Of course, Draco thought this was hilarious. "Weak lungs, Potter?" Draco said with a wry grin. Harry shook his head. He then did something that took even him by surprise. He reached over and plucked the joint from Draco's left hand and raised it to his mouth. Draco's eyes were wide as he inhaled the thick, sweet smoke.

And then he started hacking his lungs out, releasing all the smoke in one big puff. Draco laughed, holding his stomach. Harry, not wanting to show how his lungs were killing him, took another puff. This one went down a little better.

"Hold it in," Draco advised, now that he was done laughing at Harry. Harry took his advice.

"How will I know it's working?"

"You'll know." He paused. "You're surprising me, Potter."

He might've said more, but Harry wasn't sure, since the glow of the fire was hypnotizing him as it swirled, and crackled- "Potter?" Harry felt Draco's hand on his shoulder, shaking him.

"Hmmm?" he managed, dragging out the 'mmm' longer than necessary.

"You didn't even hear what I said, did you?"

"No," Harry agreed, amicably. "Draco, why aren't we friends?"

"What?" Draco's mouth dropped open. "Did you just call me Draco? No, that doesn't matter. We're not friends because we hate each other!"

"I don't hate you." Harry paused to take a hit. "Oh, and you should call me Harry, okay?"

"I think that's enough for you," Draco said, extricating the joint from Harry's fingers and preceding to finish it off. "Besides, we don't get along."

"What do you call now?"

"A severe lack in judgment."

Harry laughed. "We both like Quidditch and flying. And we're both hot!"

Draco froze. "So you're calling me hot, Potter-I mean Harry?" he said seductively. Harry almost fell off the couch as Draco burst out laughing. "Relax, Potter. I'm just joking."

"I knew that!"

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I-no, no you're right."

"I think it's time to get going before-too late, I already regret this." Draco stood up and used his wand to put out the fire. He used a spell to nutralize the smell that lingered on the room, Harry, and himself. "C'mon, Potter." Harry tried to stand but found he had to immediately sit back down.

"I can't! I want to stay here."

"You have to!" Harry remained sitting, looking at Draco pitifully. Draco let out an audible sigh. "Fine. I should just leave you here, you know." He took Harry's hand and pulled him up. Harry didn't stop vertically, but rather he kept going to land on top of Malfoy on the floor. "I suppose you think this is funny!" Harry obviously did since he was giggling. "Newbies," Draco murmered.

Draco finally managed to get him to the door, holding him up with his arm around Harry's waist. He prayed no one would see them.

30 minutes and 5 wrong turns later, they were finally standing in front of the Gryffinder portrait. "Thanks, Draco!" Harry said cheerfully.

Draco nodded and began to walk back when Potter called out, "Wait! Draco, I have something to tell you." He spun around and went back to where Potter was standing.

"Well?"

"I had a dream about you." Draco stared at Harry.

"Is that all?"

"Uh, yeah."

"You're nuts, Potter. Goodnight." He turned and walked away without glancing back. Harry managed to remember the password and get up to his room without incident.

He drifted off into a colorful dream-filled sleep.