Finaly, no? heh.


Draco peered over at Harry Potter, the boy he loathed with all his might, the boy who had just saved his life. His dark mane was so messy in comparison to Draco's sleek hair that it was almost shameful. The lightning shaped scar was just visible underneath the mess. What was that all about, anyway? He asked himself. I just don't get it. Why did I save him? Why did he save me? Draco hadn't realized he was still looking at Harry until his gaze was returned. His gray eyes thinned as he glared at Harry, who's green eyes searched his face, Perhaps asking the same questions, thought Draco, the wheels of his bright and cautious mind turning. He turned away and decided to focus determinedly on the castle which lay a few hundred yards ahead. Better not to make him think I'm thinking too much…

Harry was still watching Draco intently after he had turned away. He observed the boys shallow skin, almost transparent. His high cheekbones only added to the lack-of-sleep look the boy had and his white-blonde, sleek hair made the job even more well-done. His gray eyes, which had scrutinized Harry only an instant before were as cold as ice. Harry wondered if there was a single person Malfoy had ever trusted. Probably not, he thought sadly, that's why he's so cold. It made him realize that he wouldn't ever want Draco Malfoy's life. Wow, I never thought I'd think that…

They soon reached the castle and were walking up the stairs, now un-afraid of anyone spotting them together for no one was on the grounds.

"Wow. Got dark fast," Harry stated to Draco, conversationally. Only his eyes shifted towards Harry and he frowned, speeding up his walk. Draco soon reached the door and hesitated before opening it, his hand on the huge knob which was the shape of a rather large, fat hog's head. Harry saw Draco turn back to see him jogging towards the doors. Thinking that Draco would slam the door in his face, he sped up to a run. Turning back to the door and smirking to himself he waited, holding the door open for Harry.

"Oh, thanks," Harry seemed surprised by the act, which pleased Draco.

"Don't mention it," he smirked at Harry, who raised his eyebrows in return.

They walked into the Entrance Hall, which was also void of any other students. Their footsteps echoed faintly on the stone flagged floor, reminding each boy that they were alone with their most despised enemy. Harry turned again to glance at Draco, who noticed his being studied. Draco, suddenly swiveling around in front of Harry, peered determinedly into his eyes. He studied them unwaveringly before saying, "Why did you save me?"

Harry looked shocked that Draco had asked him the question that was obviously burning in both their minds fervently, which was of course the reaction Draco was hoping for; startling Harry into an honest answer. He stared him down, hoping to pierce Harry with his cold gray stare. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but there was a large crash just above them on the second floor. They both looked up startled as peeves zoomed down the stairs in between them and skidded to a halt.

"What's this? Potty and Malfy having a secret romance? And at this hour? Naughty, Naughty!" and he broke out into song:

Naughty, naughty, Malfy and Potty
One's toilet and one's all haughty

He zoomed off again only to continue his loud obnoxious singing. They heard continuous banging and crashing until he reached the upper floors, where his clamor died away.

After Peeves' noises expired Harry turned back to Malfoy only to see his usually pale face turned a soft pink. It was Harry's turn to smirk at Malfoy, who was not subject to much teasing. Harry started to turn, hoping to avoid the question he didn't really know the answer to.

"Wait, Potty—Uh, Potter," Draco's voice sounded faulty, "Don't tell anyone about this, alright? I'm…I'm sure Peeves will do that for…us." He cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes.

"Yeah, okay. I won't tell anyone," Harry turned around and walked up the stairs, hoping to seem cold and distant. He turned to see Malfoy looking back at him before he descended the stairs to the dungeons.

As he was climbing the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, Harry thought about what had just happened. That was very odd…why was Draco embarrassed by the song? He then stopped short in the middle of the third floor and realized…Does Draco…like me?

"Oi! You! You best get off ta bed nah," stated a painting of a Wizard in tartan. "Wouldn' wan' you shufflin' round here afte' dark now, would we?" He yawned and plopped down on the bed in the painting next to his where a young woman, who had been sleeping, awoke, startled and hit him over the head with a mirror from her bedside table.

"Sorry," Harry stalked off, thinking to himself, Yes, that would kind of explain everything…I thought he hated me though! He paused again for a moment thinking, Well, if he does like me…do I like him?

Draco marched down the stairs to his Slytherin common room, rather put off by the whole Peeves experience. Stupid poltergeist. He's going to sing that song non-stop until he finds juicier news. And it's not even true! Har—Potter is my enemy! Draco stalked, seething, up to the entrance to his common room,

"Boomslang," he mutter, still fuming. The wall slid aside willingly and opened to reveal the common room.

"Oi! Malfoy! Hey, we've got news for you," shouted Goyle, waving his arms rather energetically for someone who was the size of a small gorilla. "Why are you back so late?"

"Piss off, you," Draco shot at him, and reeled up the stairs feeling a little sick. No, no, no. This can't be happening. Potter is my sworn enemy. I hate him! You hate him, Draco. Hate him!

He stripped his clothes, throwing them in a pile on the floor in the middle of the room. Jamming a shirt over his head and grabbing his toothbrush he headed for the bathroom. You hate him, he thought again and he slammed the bathroom door.


Nina's Sanity: Sorry this took so long, you guys! The documents part was messed up for me...but NOW I'M BACK!
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Nina's Sanity: smacks Nina's Insanity with a huge cat what the hell are you doing? You're NOT having a party!
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