Disclaimer-Not my characters, you know how it goes.

By- FawkesSP

Chapter Two- Draco's Reason

Staring back at him was the boy who for the past few years he had despised more than any other student at Hogwarts. The boy who had tried to make him lose one of the most important Quidditch matches in his third year. And not to mention he was from Gryffindor's rival house.

Draco Malfoy nodded to the doorway, and Harry shook his head to indicate that he understood him. Harry momentarily thought that seeing as this was Draco, could he really trust him? But somehow, he did. He saw it in his pale eyes. As Malfoy left, Harry packed up his things.

"… no Ron, I said you cannot copy- Harry? Where are you going?" Hermione said, almost knocking over her ink bottle.

"Er.. I have to run back up to the dormitory, I forgot something." Harry lied quickly. He put his Defense Against the Dark Arts book and his essay (if you could call it that, as it only had his name on it) back in his bag, capped his ink bottle, took his quill, and started out of the library.

He knew that he could tell Ron and Hermione anything, but this was different. He knew how they both felt about Draco, and he could sense that their reactions would not be supportive or comforting. Ron looked for a second that he knew Harry was lying, but he went back trying to persuade Hermione to let him copy her.

Harry walked over to the small archway out of the library into the south side of the castle. Madame Pince looked threatening at him, as though he might be stealing one of her books, but he passed the test. As he stepped out into the corridor, he saw Malfoy leaning against the wall and looking out the dark window at the lake, that just looked like a dark mass. Harry waited for a moment before letting Draco know that he was standing behind him. His stomach felt fluttery, his fingertips began to tingle. He shook his head.

"Umm... hey..." Harry said nervously.

Again, Draco seemed he wasn't going to respond. Harry couldn't detect any nervousness in him, but it seemed he couldn't think about what to say. It had to be weird for him to, Harry thought, after all the ridiculing through the years, and for him to be coming to Harry…

Draco continued to stand there, staring with a blank look that Harry had never seen in anyone. Harry didn't know what to do, this was so awkward. Despite that, he walked over next to him, leaned on the other side of the window, and looked into what seemed like a never ending sea of gray.

"I…I needed someone to talk to, and I didn't know who to go to." Draco said, looking at Harry.

Harry didn't know what to say. He tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach, which seemed to be spreading throughout his body. Some kids walked by, Harry ignored them. Seeing Harry and Draco together was not normal around Hogwarts, and everyone knew about their rivalry.

"Well... er... Since there is no classes for a lot of kids right now, I don't think we are going to be getting any privacy anywhere. Would you want to meet in the Charms corridor at 9? Filch usually cleans there first, so we should be safe." Harry suggested.

"Yeah, I think we need to be private," Draco said as a group of kids in their year walked by and eyed them suspiciously. "Okay, I'll be there." But he looked worried.

For a fleeting second he wanted to touch Draco, just to try and tell him it was going to be okay. When he started to move, his legs felt numb.

Harry didn't want to go back to join Ron and Hermione doing work, but then he heard the bell that meant the morning classes were over. So he started his way back to the Great Hall. What was it that Draco wanted to talk to him about? How come he was having all these feelings for him all the sudden? He passed Mrs. Norris who was trotting up to him as though he was breaking the rules.

"Go away, I am going to lunch." he said firmly.

The school was already on their way there, so Harry walked behind the people leaving their class, or where ever they were for their free period. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat on the side facing the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there yet. He realized he wasn't really hungry at the moment so he just took half of a sandwich, and was soon joined by Ron and Hermione.

"...Well if you would have let me look at your essay first, you wouldn't have to help me correct it. Hey Harry." Ron said as he sat down next to him.

"Hey. Sorry I didn't come back, I… er.. just started my work in the common room is all." he said most defiantly.

"Yeah, I thought so." Hermione said, still looking slightly angry at Ron.

Harry stayed silent most of lunch, and in the rest of his classes didn't participate much. He found it really hard to concentrate on his work In Transfiguration, when he was supposed to be turning beetles into buttons for review, he kept messing up. He was glad when the day was over and he was on his way back to the common room.

He walked up to the fat lady, said the password ("mountain troll") and climbed through the portrait hole. The round Gryffindor common room was the warmest part of the castle he had been in yet, and he was very grateful for the crackling fire. He passed a group of second years, who were playing a game of Exploding Snap, and walked to the closest chair by the fire, soaking up its warmth. Soon later, he had fallen asleep.

"Harry? Harry! Wake up."

Harry stirred, and opened his eyes to a mass of bushy brown hair. Hermione was staring at him.

"Did you get your homework done?" she asked him, sitting down on the other chair.

"Yeah, where is Ron?" said Harry.

"I think he went up to the dormitory already." Hermione replied.

Harry suddenly remembered he was supposed to meet Draco. He spun around and saw that the windows were pitch black.

"What time is it?" Harry said quickly.

"It was nine when I checked" she told him.

And without saying another word, he ran out of the common room, leaving Hermione completely bewildered.

"I thought you weren't going to come" said Draco, five minutes after Harry left the common room.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep" Harry said breathlessly.

And they began to walk down the corridor, in silence, for who knows how long, and then Harry remembered why he was with him to begin with.

"She just didn't understand you know?" Draco said suddenly. "I mean I couldn't tell her the whole reason, you never know how girls are going to react when you break off a relationship, they might tell people anything to make life miserable as hell, but I tried as best I could to tell her that I needed time to think for myself."

Harry knew he was talking about Pansy Parkinson. Draco and her had been together since, well, a long time. Nobody seemed to know what the reason was, and now Harry knew, neither did Pansy.

They turned along another corridor, this one was more colder than any part of the castle they had walked through yet as there was no torches or candles anywhere. Harry drew his cloak around him closer.

"So, what exactly did you need to think about for yourself?" Harry asked, through chattering teeth.

"Well, that's what I need to talk to someone about. I never really needed to talk to someone before, until recently, and then I realized I don't really have anyone to talk to. But all this confusion that I have been feeling has been happening for awhile now." Draco said. "Ugh! This is so hard for me!"

Harry jumped a little at the sound of him getting angry all the sudden. They stopped in the middle of the dark corridor, but Harry could distinctly see Draco's eyes pouring into his. Harry thought he knew what was bothering him.

"You can tell me. I mean I know we have not gotten along very well in school. Hell, we have not gotten along at all. But today, I sensed that something was different in you, and I couldn't help but go see you." said Harry, quite awkwardly.

At these words, Draco finally seemed he could talk to Harry. He let out a long, slow, quivering breath, as though he may be crying, and ran his hands through his smooth silver-blonde hair.

"I kind of felt the same way," he said, still staring into Harry's green eyes, "You see, Harry, I think that I might like someone, someone unexpected." He said it softly, as though he was whispering, but Harry caught every word, as though he was yelling it.

Harry could of never pictured Draco Malfoy like this. He wasn't used to hearing Draco sound sincere, and just overall, a nice guy. Frankly, Harry never thought he could be like that when he thought about all the things he put him through.

The darkness in the corridor seemed to be pressing on every inch of his body, and a cold breeze swept through and seemed to chill his insides. And just when he was going to continue walking, Draco grabbed his hand.

A/N- I guess I am having more trouble than I thought. I keep thinking they seem too OOC, well of course they are OOC, but I mean their character, not the situation because of course that's going to be OOC for them. But I don't know how to change that without messing up what I have set for the story in my mind. Any suggestions? Thank you!