Thank you for all of the positive responses on the last chapter! I'm really glad you all liked it. I wasn't sure of it myself, but I'm glad that you all found it good. Okay, so, in this chapter, we'll be going back in time, to before Harry and Draco were together. The purpose of this is to 1) Give the story a plot. Lol. And 2) To make thedeath of Draco even more... real. If you know what was going on in the past, it makes the present a lot harder to deal with. Enjoy! Also, this is in sixth year, NOT following along with HBP. THERE WILL BE OOTP SPOILERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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"Well, if it isn't Potty, Weasel, and the mudblood." Malfoy's voice hits my ears, sending a stab of annoyance shivering down my spine.

"Wow. That was so creative. Because I've never heard you say that before." I say sarcastically. I can tell that behind me, Ron is glaring at Malfoy with that air of satisfaction that he always has when I insult him, and Hermione is smirking slightly. It's surprising how well she smirks, especially for somebody with such a 'teacher's pet' reputation.

Malfoy doesn't reply right away, but he just stares at me. I suddenly feel very uncomfortable, him staring at me like that. He knows, and I know. This is a weakness of mine. I can't stand it when he looks at me like that. Like he's reading my mind. Like he can see my most personal thoughts. It doesn't seem to bother Ron and Hermione at all. Just me. Or maybe the only reason that it effects me, is because he's looking at me. He's not looking at them. He's looking at me.

"They say that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." Malfoy says, bringing me back to reality. He smirks that Malfoy smirk, the one that drives me insane, and waits for my reply.

Sometimes I wonder why we do this. It's a battle of words. It's not as much vicious as it is a game. We make our comment, and then politely retreat while the other makes his comeback. And we just do that for a while. Never causing any real pain to each other. Because it's gotten to the point where I don't think that either one of us really care. So, I wonder why we do this. Everyday. It's so completely pointless. So why do we do it? I suddenly notice that Malfoy is looking at me expectantly, waiting for my reply. I erase the thoughts from my mind, and continue the argument.

"At least I have wit at all." Ah, that was pathetic. Malfoy knows it too, judging by the way that he's smirking like a madman.

"Seemed to have lost your touch Potter. I guess I've won this round..." He grins, something I've never seen him do before. He turns around, and walks off, those apes that he calls friends following. I turn to face Ron and Hermione. They don't look angry at Malfoy, or even disappointed that we lost. They seem to just look very confused.

Then I realize. What Malfoy said. So he knows too. He knows that this is just a game of words. That this is just a harmless competition. Ron and Hermione still think that we're trying to hurt each other, so that comment I guess I've won this round... must have been very confusing to them. I smile a little, finding amusement in the fact that Malfoy and I are sharing an inside... something. It's not exactly an inside joke... it's more of an inside thought.

"What's so funny Harry?" Ron asks. Hermione just gives me one of those I'm-a-girl-and-I-know-what-you're-thinking-about looks.

"Nothing. Let's go." I say. I realize what I just thought, and shake my head, disgusted with myself. I cannot believe that I just thought something that resembled a friendly thought about Malfoy.

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Ron is snoring loudly, as is Neville. Everybody in the dormitory is asleep. But somehow I can't rest. I'm stuck here, staring at my ceiling. Truly, the ceiling is kind of amazing. A dark, blood red, bearing down on you. The texture of it is swirling about, forming pattens and shapes all over the place. And suddenly, all of the little patterns jump together, forming the structured face of Draco Malfoy.

I groan, and roll over, burying my head in my pillow. I breath in my own scent, and suddenly wonder what Malfoy's pillow would smell like. And I suddenly find myself hating the night. When every thing's quiet, and I'm trapped in a world of my thoughts. Where I can't escape from my mind. No matter how hard I try, I can't get Malfoy's face out of my mind.

And what's worse, this isn't the first time that this has happened. Ever since Sirius died, I've been retreating into myself more and more. And now, I'm almost always trapped. Dwelling on things. During the day, I can try to engage myself in some other activity and forget it. But during the night, there are no distractions. And my heart takes over. It replays everything that I don't want to see. I can't sleep. I'm too wrapped up in my own memories.

I know it's no use to try to sleep, so I walk over the the window seat. I sit down, the cushion sinking with my weight. I stare outside. The sky is covered with large, fluffy, black clouds. Only the corner of the moon is visible beneath the immense blackness that floats in front of it. It's a full moon tonight. My thoughts drift to Remus. It must be so hard for him. Being forced, every full moon, to think of his three best friends. The ones that had, at one point, put a lot of time and effort into helping him. Now, one of them was a traitor, and the other two had met their demise. To be the only one left. To be the one plagued by those memories... That must be so hard.

I sit back, and watch as the clouds shift in and out of focus, the moon becoming more and more visible. And for the second time that night, I see Malfoy's face. The clouds move in every which way, twisting around and around, before forming his face up in the sky. I groan, and hit my head against the wall that's behind me. I don't like Malfoy- especially not like that. It's just those eyes. I can't forget them. The way that his gaze makes my stomach squirm, or makes my face become flushed, or the way it sends shivers down my spine. I can't forget it. I wonder why he looks at me like that...

And the worst part about him staring at me: I kind of... like it.

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So, how was it? Tell me! I want reviews! Was it too OOC, or whatever? Or did you like it? I want to know! R&R!