Harry stood up and held out his hand to help Draco to his feet. Draco ignored this and stood on his own. Suddenly Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head as memories played in his head as though he was watching his life on film.

He was much younger, playing Quidditch with Draco, Sirius, Lupin, his father and, to his great surprise, Dudley. Then he was at a funeral. His mother's head was buried in his father's shoulder. She was obviously crying and he could see tears in his father's eyes. Sirius was sitting on the other side of him, tears were silently roiling down his face, and Draco was next to Sirius. More images flashed before his eyes before he could clearly see Draco again.

"Did you just see things you don't remember?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. You were there a lot," Harry answered, still shocked.

"So were you, but I didn't see my father at all. Did you see my father?"

"No. I didn't see Ron or Hermione either." Draco didn't reply to this. They both started walking towards the castle slowly. Neither knew what to expect. Harry's stomach growled so he started walking towards the Great Hall. Draco followed, not knowing what else to do.

They passed a boy neither recognized. "Hey Potter! Excited about the Quidditch match?" Harry just smiled, not knowing what else to do. "Sorry you didn't make the team, Draco," the boy added.

After the boy was gone, Draco stared at Harry. "Did he just say I didn't make the team?"

"Yup," Harry answered, grinning slightly at the look on Malfoy's face.

They walked into the Great Hall and Harry saw Ron sitting next to Ginny. "Come on," he said, motioning for Draco to follow him.

"Hi, Ron."

Ron looked up, but it was Ginny who spoke. "What do you want, Potter?"

"I was just saying hi, that's all."

"You can leave now," Ron said.

Draco just shrugged and pointed to a person sitting a few seats down. Harry looked over and saw Hermione, sitting by herself with books piled all around her as usual. He ran over and sat across from her. She glanced up and, when she saw Harry, she jumped.

"I'm almost done with your essay. Just give me twenty more minutes."

"Huh?"

"Your Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts essay. I'm nearly finished." Harry looked at Draco but he looked about as confused as Harry felt.

"I'm sorry I haven't finished yet. Please, don't punish me again. I'm nearly done," Hermione repeated.

"Um…don't worry," Harry said, before walking away.

"You're not a nice person are you, Potter?" Draco asked when he caught up with Harry.

"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry answered as they walked up to the Gryffindor common room. No one said a word to them. Harry muttered something under his breath as they got to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"That is incorrect."

"Huh?"

A boy was walking towards the stairs, but Harry stopped him. "Hey!" The boy looked back and looked startled.

"Yes?"

"What's the password?"

"Mandrake, sir." Harry made a face at being addressed as 'Sir.'

"Thanks," he said, before turning to Draco. "I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

Draco shrugged and left the Gryffindor common room. He as near the Great Hall when he ran into Hermione.

"Where's Potter?"

"He went to bed."

"He's weird today, don't you think?"

"I guess."

"Why were you hanging out with him?"

"Shouldn't I?"

"I guess you can, but I don't see why you'd want to. He's not the nicest person. I know you two used to be really close before Remus died, but he's changed. Honey, you know that."

"Yeah," Draco said. 'Did she just call me Honey?' he thought to himself. "I think I'm going to go to bed," he said, getting up. He walked slowly towards the dungeons.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

Draco turned to look at her. "Yes, I'm fine. Why?"

"Where are you going?"

"To bed," Draco repeated, slightly annoyed.

"Then why are you going that way? Your dormitory is the other way. Very top of the stairs, across from the seventh year boys' dorm."

"Wait," Draco said, putting his hands on Hermione's shoulders, "I'm a Gryffindor?"

"Yes," Hermione answered, sounding worried. "Darling, are you sure you're alright?"

Draco just stared at her, trying to remember his first day at Hogwarts. At first he saw himself sitting on a stool with a smug look on his face, McGonagall was putting the Sorting Hat on his head, but before it fell all the way, it shouted 'Slytherin!' There was a flash and the image changed. He was still sitting on the stool, but this time he looked nervous. He heard the hat's voice in his head, "Another Malfoy. This should be easy." To his great surprise, he then heard himself thinking, "Not Slytherin," and then the hat shouted "Gryffindor!" He snapped out of his flashback and saw he was still standing in front of Hermione. "Why am I across from the seventh year boys' dorm? Isn't that were Harry's room is?"

"No, that's were your room is, Draco. Maybe you're ill," Hermione suggested, pressing her hand against his forehead.

"I'm fine," he said, pushing her hand away. "I'm going to bed," he said, starting to walk towards the staircase, but Hermione pulled him back. She stood on her tiptoes and Draco was startled when she kissed him. "

"Goodnight, love," she said and turned to go to her own dormitory.

Draco touched his fingers to his lips, in shock, before he whispered, "Goodnight."

When Draco got to the room, he found Harry lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "What are you doing in my room, Potter?"

"Your room?"

"Yup. Granger's just told me that I'm Head Boy. Then she kissed me," Draco said, smiling at the look on Harry's face.

"You're a liar," Harry said. "She hates you."

"Looks like it's you she hates. Oh, yeah. She also mentioned Remus' death."

"What?"

"I don't know. This is all too weird for me. Get out, so I can go to bed. Maybe I'll wake up and this will all be a very messed up dream."