Here's chapter three for your entertainment. . .

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The next few days went on like their visit to Hogsmeade.
They would spend time together, much of it spent in silence, but they did have their chats. It would go like so: One of them would ask a small question. For example, their favorite color, and the other would answer, and then the one who answered would ask the next question. They were actually having a fun time.
So far, Malfoy's favorite color was green (of course), favorite ice cream, chocolate frog surprise(the surprise was, the bewitched chocolate frog was chopped up for the ice cream, and the parts still wriggled about), food was sushi, music, anything from classical to The Weird Sisters, game was exploding snap, class was of course potions, and many other things that Harry never knew about Malfoy, and probably wouldn't have ever known if Malfoy hadn't stayed for the holidays.

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The night before Christmas eve. Malfoy and I were lounging about on the staircase, me leaning against the marble railing, a leg bent up and a leg stretched forward, and him sitting a couple feet in front of me on a stair, laying lazily with his arms behind his head.

"Okay, I have another one." I say, going into our little game of questions.

"And that is?" He says with a smirk, looking above at the ceiling.

"Your most embarrassing moment." I say smirking myself.

"Oh no. I can't tell you that." He says with a little laugh, the smirk still in place.

"You have to. I asked it." I demand in a teasing way.

"Fine, Potter." He doesn't move out of his spot, just looks over at me, "A couple days after the Yule Ball, I told a few Slytherins that I had snogged with Pansy outside after the ball for the longest time. Of course none of it was true. As I was going into detail, a few started to snicker and point behind me. I was stupid, and didn't think anything of it. Oh God! I can't believe it happened." He stopped for a second to laugh at his own story, "So, as I was going into detail, Pansy herself turned me around, and slapped me right across the face! Yelling that I had defiled her reputation, and all that non-sense. That's what the others were snickering about. God, I was such a moron to have not noticed." I was laughing at this, thinking that Malfoy had been slapped two times in his Hogwarts career. Now I wonder how many times he has been slapped since he's been here.

"Okay, my turn." He says as he sits up.

"Do your worst." I challenge him.

"Well, my worst, huh?" His smirk gets even wider.

"Yes, your worst." I say as I lean forward.

"You asked for it. In third year, there was a time that I was in Hogsmeade and I kept getting pelt with mud."

"Oh no, not that." I think as he keeps going.

"I thought I saw your head float about. Was it actually you, or was it infact a figment of my imagination?" Not only does he have a smirk on his face, but now his right eyebrow is raised in a knowing manner.

"Well, I, I -" I stutter as I try to answer. How am I going to answer this?
"Y-yes. I was in Hogmeade, and what you saw was my head." Yeah, I could only answer the truth. How he would react, I'll know in a second.

He surprises me, and starts to laugh!

"Have you gone mad, Malfoy? I didn't expect you to laugh."

"It's just f-funny!" He spurts out through his laughing, "I thought I was going mad in third year, and now I know that you infact snuck out of Hogwarts and pelted a Slytherin with mud! You could've gotten killed by Professor Snape if he found out it was you." He finishes as he wipes away a tear from his laughter.

"I'm lucky he didn't. He nearly found out how I snuck out and everything! I almost got expelled!"

He now gives me a serious look, and asks another question, "How did you sneak out anyway? With the dementors and everything protecting Hogwarts every which way, I don't see how you could have done it."

"Well, I just can't tell you that, Malfoy." I simply say. He nods in understanding, looking down the stairs.

I hear a someone walking towards us, and am thinking that this could be Filch. It was past hours, and neither of us should be out here.

"Malfoy, I hear someone coming. We should get back to our dorms." He nods again, still looking down towards the front doors.

As I stand up, and start to head up the stairs, I hear Malfoy speak, "Potter?" He asks me.
I look back, he hasn't moved a muscle.

"Yes?" I ask, wanting to get to the dorm so as to not get caught.

"I'm glad you weren't expelled. Then I wouldn't have anyone to talk to on Christmas break." He doesn't look at me as he stands up, and heads the other way to the dungeons to his own dorm room.
And he didn't look at me as he went into the passage that lead to where he slept.

"I'm glad I wasn't expelled either." I say softly, and start to head up the stairs once again.

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"Tell me one thing about your childhood." I say as Malfoy and I walk on the grounds of Hogwarts of Christmas eve night.

"One thing, huh?" He asks looking straight ahead.

"Yep. One thing."

"I'm not sure." He says, smoothing his already smoothed hair.

"I'm sure you can think of one thing." He stays silent for a moment, and then just stops. I look at him, and he starts to answer.

"I guess one thing is, my mother used to read to me." He looks down to the ground, a slight blush rising to his cheeks, "I can't believe I just admitted that my mother read to me as a child. I'm a Malfoy! Malfoy's don't get read to." I smile at his ranting. Such an ego. But what can you expect from a Malfoy? Things I never thought possible.

"I think it's a good thing that you got read to." I say. But now a blush is rising to my own cheeks as I say something that I shouldn't have, "I never got read to as a child. I wish I could have been." I stand there silent as I wait for his reaction.

"You didn't get read to as a child?" He asks.

"N-no. I didn't." I stammer a reply. Why am I telling him this? I've never even told this to Ron and Hermione.

"That's too bad, Potter. No kid should not be read to." He then starts to walk once again, silent as ever.

I walk behind him, the both of us still silent. Now I notice where we are. We're close to that bench. The one where I usually go to sort out my thoughts, the one where I'm alone. . .the one where I think about Sirius. God, I hadn't thought about Sirius since me and Malfoy started to form a friendship.

"You want to sit down, Potter?" He asks, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, sure." I say quietly. We go to that same bench, and sit down like we were a few nights before.
It's like we never left that spot. Everything looks the same. The orange pinkish sky, the snow glistening like a thousand fairies garnished the land with sparkling dust. I sigh, and look up at the sky.

"Potter, why do you look so. . .saggy?" I laugh at him. How could you not laugh at a word like "saggy"?

"Saggy? What's that supposed to mean?" I say as I still stare at the sky.

"Saggy, it's-it's what I say when someone looks like they have troubles on their mind." I look at him from the corner of my eye, he smoothes his hair again. I think he does it when he's nervous.

"Nothing." I lie, "Nothing is on my mind. It's blank." I keep on lying.

"You liar." He says, "Why don't you tell me? I think you could trust me enough that you could tell me things." He says as that blush from before returns and he smoothes down the invisible hair that won't stay put.

"Well," I start, thinking of how I could answer.

I stop to collect my thoughts. This was hard to tell Malfoy, hell, it was hard to tell anyone about this! Especially if they didn't know the person.
"Well," I start again, "In 5th year, I lost someone very dear to me." I still stare at the sky, waiting for his response.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Potter." I look over at him. He's staring at the ground, arms at his sides.
"Who- who did you lose?" He asks carefully as he looks over to me.

"My godfather." I answer in a whisper. He nods in response.

We now sit in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. I had never told anyone out of my circle of friends about Sirius. I couldn't. He was a wanted criminal. I just wanted to go around and shout out that Sirius Black was a great man who died a noble death!

But, I couldn't.

I shiver from thinking of Sirius again. I hadn't thought of him for days. Why didn't I think of him?

"It's because of Malfoy." The thought just popped into my head. And it was true. He took my mind off of Sirius for a few days. No one has taken my mind off him for more than a day. And Malfoy did it for a multiple amount of days.
I shiver again, but not just from my thoughts, now it was from the cold as well.

"Potter, are you cold?" He asks with a bit of concern.

"No, not really." I lie.

"You're obviously cold. Here, take my scarf." He unwraps it from around his pale neck, and reaches out an arm to hand it to me.

"No thank you, Malfoy." I say, smiling a little.

"I insist, Potter." He then swings it over my head, and it's soon around my neck, his hands still holding the ends of his scarf.
Now with a swing of his hand, the scarf makes a 'whoosh' as the green and silver pattern cloth wraps around my neck over my gold and red scarf.

"There you go. You must be warm now." He says rather smugly and with a smirk.

"Oh, plenty warm." I say as a slight blush rises to my cheeks.

"Why don't we head back to the castle? It's about dinner time." He says as he stands up.

"Yeah, okay." I say quietly.

We head back up the snowy path to Hogwarts, another comfortable silence upon us.
We now climb the stone steps and soon are going through the extraordinary large oak doors.
I stop right before the steps, and he does the same.

"I have to go do something before dinner. I'll see you in a little while." I say, a wider smile on my face.

"Okay. I'll see you in a while."

He starts to walk, but I stop him as he's about to go down the passage to the dungeons.
"Malfoy! You forgot your scarf." He turns, and gives a slight chuckle. He walks back as I take the scarf from around my neck to hand back to him.
I place it in his hands. I take a couple steps up, but he looks at me with a look of sympathy on his face. It makes me so I can't go up the stairs.

"Potter, come here." He says with a tone of order in his voice. I do as he says, and am standing in front of him once again.

He has thrown the scarf over his shoulder at this point, and just stares at me like before.
Now, he raises his arms a bit, but has a sense of reluctance about what he is about to do.
He starts to raise them again, and now they're further up. He shocks me at what he does. He takes me in his arms, and gently hugs me!
I don't react. I just stand there, in a hug that was given by Malfoy.

"I'm sorry," he whispers by my ear, "I'm sorry that you lost someone dear to you." He now pulls away, and looks at me with a small smile, "I've never lost someone to death. I've only lost someone to dementors." He hugs me lightly once again, and I respond by putting my arms around him, lightly as well.
He pulls apart once again, and heads back to the dungeons.

I stand there for a second, and ponder why that had felt so right.


There we go.I'm so sorry about this chapter, folks. It's been acting so odd, I had to upload it about 3 times. o.O But, I hope you like/love it. I'm trying my best. XD

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