Chapter 3:
It was Friday night as Harry made his way down to Snape's office, on his way he cursed himself for being so stupid, as he was doing so, he turned a corner and bumped into somebody who along with him, fell over and landed on the floor.
"Watch where you're going Potter!" said malfoy.
"Yea whatever" replied Harry as he picked himself up off the ground and continued on his way to Snape's dungeon.
"Why are you wandering around so late Potter?" asked malfoy from behind him.
"If you must know, I have a detention with Snape" replied Harry.
"No way, do you have to mark exam papers?" asked malfoy
"Yea but what's it to you?" asked Harry in turn
"Well I'm stuck doing the same thing"
"Great".
The two boys made their way downstairs to Snape's dungeon and when they got there, they found Professor Snape waiting outside for them.
"Ok you two, follow me." Said Snape as he turned and walked down a narrow corridor, Harry and Malfoy followed behind him.
"You two will be locked in a dungeon with the exam papers that you are to mark, in the morning I will let you out but only if you have completed all of them." Snape said.
They finally reached the end of the long narrow corridor, professor Snape opened the door and the two boys entered the room which was only lit by a couple of candles stuck on the wall and a fire at the far side. Professor Snape then locked the door using a number of complicated spells so that neither Harry nor Draco could open the door.
Snape's then began to walk away, his footsteps could be heard slowly dying down until Harry and Draco were left in complete silence except for the occasional crackle of the fire.
"Well, isn't this great!" said Draco as he sat down on the old couch by the fire.
Harry set to work on the exam papers but soon noticed that Draco wasn't helping at all and was just sitting there, watching him, he turned to look at Draco before speaking.
"Aren't you going to help?" Harry asked.
"No, you seem to be doing a good job by yourself" Draco replied.
Harry stood up, he was just so sick and tired of Draco's attitude, he started walking towards Draco but his foot got caught on a loose brick on the floor and he slammed into the ground, landing face first. He felt blood trickle down his face from his nose, he tried to wipe it away but it just kept running. Draco noticed and out of the blue, asked if Harry was alright.
"Yea I'm fine" said Harry
"No your not, come here" Said Draco, pointing to the spot on the couch next to him.
Harry reluctantly stood up and sat down next to Draco on the couch.
"Let me see it"
"No! What can you do?" asked Harry.
"I know a spell for injuries like this" said Draco as he reached into his robes for his wand.
He then muttered some words and Harry felt his nose suddenly repair its self.
"Thanks" said Harry.
"No problems" replied Draco, putting his wand back into his robe pocket.
"But I'm confused, you hate me, so why did you just help me?" asked Harry with a bewildered look on his face.
Draco paused and exhaled loudly before speaking
"Harry, I don't hate you, I've never hated you, I was just scared that my friends would tease me if they found out I liked you"
"Whoa…" said Harry
"I've wanted to be your friend since I first saw you, I knew you were a good person but I was too scared to ask for your friendship, until now"
"Uh…I have no idea what to say, I mean, I thought I hated you but now I'm not sure" said Harry.
The two boys looked at each other for a moment, staring into each others eyes, both wondering what the other was thinking.
As Harry looked into Draco's pale blue eyes, he thought to himself, what if it's a trick? What if he's just trying to make me look stupid so he can taunt me later? What if he's telling the truth?