Harry remembered, quite vividly, the night Draco Malfoy joined the side of the light.

He'd been nearing the end of sixth year, angrily going through the motions of school even though he knew it was pointless because the more he learned the less he knew. The Daily Prophet came every morning with news of more deaths and he watched the budding romance between Ron and Hermione blossom with envious eyes.

The death of Narcissa Malfoy not only made the front page, but also took up pages two and four beyond, detailing the fight at Malfoy Manor and how Draco's mother hadn't even fought her husband; just stood and let death take her without even a word.

He'd looked for Draco across the room then, finding him absent and knowing if it were him he would be more than reluctant to face a room of gawkers.

Then that night, Draco wasn't at dinner and when Harry was summoned by Professor Dumbledore to his office and he saw Draco sitting in front of the fire with Snape at his side, he'd known instantly.

Of course.

"Harry, I called you here to inform you..."

"He's on our side now."

Draco had looked up at him then, his eyes full of hate and anger so deep that Harry felt his skin shiver. "I'm not on anyone's SIDE, Potter. I'm on any side that's against HIM."

Malfoy had looked back at the floor again then, silent for the rest of the meeting but Harry saw a few stray tears fall onto his arm every few minutes while he spoke with Dumbledore and Snape.

They hadn't really ever joined forces in any of the battles, Draco being a spy and Harry being the "enemy" but he'd never forgotten that night.

Now it seemed that Draco was still in the back of his mind, the feel of his lips, the touch of his skin, and the whispered words, "You owe me," before he was kissed so softly that his entire body relaxed in an instant.

Harry touched his lips while he lied in bed, staring up at the ceiling and knowing he wouldn't get to sleep tonight. Not with his mind on this. The back of his mind whispered, "I know where we can go," while the rest of him knew Malfoy would just make fun of him for the need and he really didn't want to look like an idiot anymore in Draco's eyes.

He sighed and rolled over just as something fell off the dresser behind him with a clang.

Turning Harry saw it was a mirror.

Sirius's mirror.

He'd had it fixed in sixth year, or rather, Dumbledore had fixed it and told him that he was to be the only one in contact with Draco while he spied for them.

He had forgotten all about it. Odd, though, since he was sure it hadn't been on the dresser just a moment before.

Running his fingers across his reflection he whispered, "Draco," with a sigh before putting the mirror on the dresser again and closing his eyes.

"Draco..."

Draco shot up in bed, wide-awake and staring around his bedroom with wide eyes.

He'd heard a voice, and while he knew it could have been a dream or just wishful thinking he almost thought it was Potter.

Sighing, Draco closed his eyes and tried to get his mind out off of bloody Potter for a few minutes. He was nearly asleep when he heard it again. "Draco."

The mirror.

The thought came unbidden, like it wasn't his but he knew it was true as soon as it crossed his mind. He got out of bed and went to his old school trunk and lifted the lid.

The mirror was sitting on top of all his old school things and it was glowing.

"Harry."

"Draco?"

Draco took the mirror in his hands and sighed, wiping at it and touching his reflection.

"Who else?"

The glow suddenly became a face and he forced himself not to smile at seeing Harry Potter's reflection. "I was thinking about you."

"I gathered."

"I think...there's something I want to show you."

Draco did smile then. "I've already seen your tail, remember? Tiny snake attacked by giant lion?"

Harry grinned. "You haven't lived until you've seen it up close and personal."

Only Harry Potter could make him apprehensive and aroused at the very same time. He'd slit his throat before he'd let Potter know, though he was almost certain that Harry knew this already.

"Not tonight."

Harry tilted his head and stared back at Draco as if trying to read his mind.

"You'll never know what goes on in my head, Potter. Don't even try."

"I want to. Try."

Draco swallowed. "Well, though this has been very enjoyable I must say goodnight."

"Draco I..."

He set the mirror down in the trunk and closed the lid with a loud smack, trying to calm his sudden heavy breathing and increased heartbeat.

This was Harry Potter.

POTTER.

Not some charming socialite witch or even wizard, flawless and beautiful, who he could spend forever with that his father...

Just thinking about his father shut down that thought immediately. His parents no longer ran his life. He could be attracted to anyone, want anything, and need whatever he pleased.

Draco ran his hand over the top of the trunk and sighed.

Harry had no place in his life, no matter what his feelings were.

He stood and walked towards his bed again; ready to get back under the comforter, when suddenly the trunk opened behind him with a click.

Draco turned and stared with wide eyes as the mirror floated across the room and laid next to him, continuing to glow.

"Who..."

The mirror fogged and words appeared.

GO TO HIM

He hastily scrambled off the bed and grabbed his wand from the table, brandishing it in the air and screaming, "Show yourself! I know you're there!"

The mirror did nothing and he let out a breath, closing his eyes.

"I never knew you were such a nancy boy, Malfoy. Next time I'll knock."

Draco's eyes widened and he stood rigid, refusing to believe he wasn't hearing things.

When the ghost came in his view and sat on his bed, picked up the mirror and smiled at him, he knew he wasn't.

It was Sirius Black.

Black smiled and said plainly, "So, I've heard you want to shag my godson."

Draco swallowed and still couldn't speak.

"Harry is pretty daft lately, ain't he? Asking a Malfoy of all people to help him with his Animagus problem, going around kissing you, treating Moony like shit…"

"He deserves it," Draco whispered, making Sirius stop short and glare at him.

"Oh, you think so?"

"He betrayed you, kept you from Potter again and then shagged Severus of all people. It's unsanitary for a blood werewolf to even touch someone of Severus's stature," he laughed, "And to even thinking of shagging Harry bleeding Potter is in exactly the same respect. I'd have to be…"

"Mad?" Sirius finished, looking at him like he wanted to be doing anything else right now.

Draco looked away, his eyes lingering on the mirror.

"You came to Harry's rescue when he needed it."

"I've also killed a man, many men, actually when the need was called for."

Sirius floated across the room, or must have because a second later he was at Draco's ear.

"But, like Moony says, 'Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.' Have you ever thought of killing Harry, Malfoy? Even once?"

Draco bit his lip and refused to answer.

Sirius laughed and started to dematerialize right before his eyes. "I thought so," came the whisper before he was gone.

For good? Probably not.