A/N: Hey. Sorry for the long wait. School is starting, so my updates won't be so often. Hopefully once a week. Hopefully. I'm sorry in advance. Thanks to Akilana again, for the long review that made me feel special. Thanks to Samgurlalways, WindyGalux, Gbheart, BlackHalliwell, Keisan, and Unforgivable curse caster for the reviews. I appreciate your reviews lots! You other people can leave reviews too... Just a suggestion. Well, here's the chappie. Hope you like it.

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Draco Malfoy is a bloody git. He's inconsiderate. He's a jerk. He thinks he knows everything when in reality, he knows nothing. At all. He's just a… foul, stupid, ferret…and… UGH! There aren't even enough words to describe what I think of him. I can't believe I considered making him a prince in my fairy tale fantasies. He's a senseless, worthless, infuriating prat. I wish he'd just leave me be.

He won't though. Every time he gets me mad… Every time he gets his information wrong… Every single time, he makes up for it. Or tries to. And I forgive him! Can you believe that? Do you know how many times that arse made me cry? Let me tell you: MANY! And yet every time, every single bloody time, I forgive him. Maybe not right away, but I do.

I really am going insane. And not the good insane, with silly antics and weird talking, like Luna Lovegood. It's the bad kind of insane, the kind that wants me to rip my hair out. No, worse. It makes me want to rip his hair out.

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"My aunt told me what happened that night."

Harry blinked. The words needed a few moments to process in his brain. His smile quickly faded as he tried to comprehend what was just said.

"Oh…" Harry replied, not sure what else he was supposed to say. Once the words had finally sunk in, Harry's temper rose. "You asked her? Just plain, right out asked her?"

"It's not like you were about to tell me." Draco replied coolly. Harry felt like slapping the coolness right off his face.

This was a horrible turn for the worst. Tonight was supposed to be a good evening. After the night that Draco had told Harry about the kisses, everything had changed. Harry and Draco didn't bother trying to insult each other in class, or in hallways. They didn't even make eye contact. They completely avoided each other, unless to slip a note. The notes would indicate when and where to meet, which turned out to be the Room of Requirement after classes more often than not. The first few visits had been awkward, since neither of them knew what to say. After a while, they began talking about Quidditch, which led to analysing all four teams in Hogwarts. That led to talking about certain people and why they acted certain ways. They even poked fun at each other, without threatening for the other to die. It was a great improvement. One might even call them friends.

This was their seventh meeting in a short span of ten days. The mood was usually light and happy. The same could not be said for now.

"You had no right to do that." Harry's face was hard and guarded. Draco sighed.

"Here I thought it was some great loss. I thought you lost someone close to you. You really are the most melodramatic person ever, Potter."

Harry couldn't believe his ears. He knew, and he was saying this to him? Draco knew and he was saying this? Harry shut his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He wanted to think clearly before he spoke.

"Someone as unimportant as that shouldn't be worth your brooding."

Harry couldn't stop himself now. He opened his eyes and glared at Draco, before walking up to him and punching him hard in the face.

Draco was caught off guard and fell from the impact. His eyes were wide in horror, watching as Harry stood towering over him, with a glare that made his skin crawl.

"Potter! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Draco cried, not caring if he sounded scared or not.

"Don't talk about him that way! Don't you dare talk about him that way!" Harry was practically screaming at him, his eyes watering, and Draco was too paralysed to move.

Draco, among feeling shocked, also felt confused. "You… You are talking about Sirius Black, right?" Draco was sure Harry was thinking of someone else. He heard the story from his aunt. Surely Harry couldn't get so angry over Sirius Black. "My mom's cousin? The wanted criminal who escaped from Azkaban?"

Harry seemed to be fighting every urge to kick and hurt Draco, so Draco did the wise thing and stopped talking, and waited for Harry to explain.

Harry stared at him for a long moment before he finally spoke. "Yeah. Him." Then he walked out of the room, without a backwards glance at the blond on the floor.

Draco was, not for the first time, completely bewildered by Harry's actions. Since when had he gotten so violent? Draco rubbed his face absently, and then looked at his hand. Blood. He sighed and wiped the rest of the blood away from his nose. He didn't know what he did wrong. He got up and groaned. He steadied himself, then left the Room of Requirement in search of Harry, to find out exactly what he had done to aggravate him so badly.

"Potter?" Draco shouted, not seeing him in the halls. "Potter, where are you?" he called out, sounding as exasperated as he felt. "Harry? Harry!" Draco groaned again, not seeing the Gryffindor anywhere. "Stupid git, over reacting with everything…"

Draco searched, because although he was slightly mad himself, he felt guilty. He couldn't understand why, since it had been Harry who punched him, and Draco had done nothing wrong. She had told him what had happened. His aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, had pushed Sirius Black into The Veil. It was as simple as that.

The Veil had always been something he enjoyed thinking about when he was younger. It was a myth to him back then of course, but it was strangely exhilarating to think of a veil that you could fall through, and your body and soul would remain there forever. He even remembered recounting scary stories that included it. The Veil of Lost Souls, he had called it.

So now, he knew it was real. It was kept in the Department of Mysteries, according to his aunt and father. And Harry had seen an escaped prisoner fall through The Veil. It wasn't a gruesome death or anything. Draco couldn't see why Harry had seemed traumatized. Harry was definitely not cut out for his destiny. If he couldn't handle a small causality when he and all his friends had lived, Draco didn't know how he had gotten this far without breaking down before.

Draco was immediately pulled out of his thoughts when he saw a huddled figure in a corner, hugging something. The figure seemed to be shaking. The Slytherin approached hesitantly.

"H-Harry?" Draco asked softly.

"Get away from me." Harry replied shakily through his silent sobbing. Draco didn't leave, though. He sat himself beside Harry and put an arm around his shoulder. The raven-haired boy moved away as best he could. This made Draco's own anger rise.

"Can I at least know why you went bloody mad back there?" Draco asked, glaring at Harry. His glare softened when Harry's only response was another sobbing breath and the tightening of the object he was holding. Harry didn't answer him though, and Draco wondered if his mind had even registered his words. Instead of remaining angry, he approached Harry again, but just sat beside him quietly.

"What's that?" the blond whispered. Draco caught a glimmer from the object. Harry's arms held the object tighter, protectively. Draco was about to give up hope of talking with Harry when he spoke, almost inaudibly.

"He gave it to me. It was the last thing he gave me. And if I had opened the packaged sooner… then I would have known he wasn't really in danger. I would have known. And he wouldn't be gone, because I wouldn't have been so reckless. He wouldn't have left to protect me. He could have lived." Harry seemed in a trance. No tears fell from his eyes. His grasp on the object loosened, and he stared at it. Draco watched the Gryffindor's face. He wasn't sure if the boy loathed the object or was in awe by it. Slowly, the blond let his eyes wander to the object now visible.

A mirror. A small, golden framed, mirror. He could see faint cracks in the glass, where it had been broken, then 'reparo-ed' back together. Draco furrowed his brows together in confusion, something he did very rarely, as he tried to piece the puzzle together.

"You knew him…" Draco said faintly, paling considerably enough for it to show on his already pale skin. Harry nodded and hugged the mirror again, rocking slightly. With his knees drawn up, and now the rocking, Harry looked incredibly close to being in the fetal position. Draco couldn't believe what he'd done, once again.

He stared at Harry, wanting to apologize, but the words were unable to leave his mouth.

A long while passed, with Harry on the verge of tears, and Draco silently scared to say anything more to upset Harry more than he already had. He decided he should speak though, afraid Harry would remain this way forever because of him.

"How did you know him?" Draco asked, not making eye contact.

"He was my godfather." Harry said, without the slightest hesitancy as he stared at the mirror.

"Oh…" Draco murmured, trying to find something else to say. "Wasn't he trying to kill you in third year?" Draco flinched at his own words. Surprisingly for Draco, Harry smiled.

"No. He was innocent. Twelve years in Azkaban, and he didn't deserve a day." Harry shook his head sadly. "He escaped, then hid for two years before he died." Harry's smile was gone now, as he stared off, obviously lost in his thoughts. Suddenly he blinked, and looked at Draco.

"Didn't you know that already? Doesn't your father tell you these things?"

Draco looked at him, and then quickly looked down. In everything Harry had told him in the past few weeks, he thought he deserved some truth in return. "He doesn't tell me much. Barely anything. Not until I've come of age will he let me in on much of the Dark Lord's plans."

"Oh." Harry replied, looking back at the mirror.

"Did you love him?" Draco asked after a few moments of silence.

"With all my heart." Harry said, after a moment's thought. "More than anyone, I think. He was my first father figure. I looked up to him, you know?"

"So you were like his son."

"Yeah, I guess." Harry still seemed in his own thoughts.

"You didn't want him to die, did you Harry?" Harry's eyes widened and he turned to stare at Draco angrily.

"Of course not! Why would you think –"

"Unless you wanted him to die, it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself, Harry."

Harry remained silent, still angry with Draco, but thinking of his words. He didn't want to think about much now.

"I'm sorry for before. I didn't think you had any relation to him. Thought you were overreacting." Draco sighed sadly, and looked at Harry. Harry just stared into the mirror, at his own reflection, trying hard to think about everything while convincing himself he didn't want to.

He didn't respond. Draco tried again.

"Don't blame yourself. I didn't know him, but I'm sure he wouldn't want you to feel bad all the time because of him. I know I wouldn't want that." Draco remained watching Harry hopefully, but Harry still remained silent.

"I guess I'm going to go to bed, now. It's getting late…" Draco said finally, feeling sad for leaving Harry alone at a time like this, but not knowing what else to do. He slowly got up. He kissed Harry delicately on the forehead, before standing straight.

"G'night." Draco murmured, as he made his way to the dungeons.

Draco wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a faint reply. He silently went into the Slytherin common room, and into his dorm. He knew so little about Harry, he realised. And he also realised that he wanted to learn more. Not that he would make that a public revelation.

He just wanted to be there for Harry, since Harry seemed to think there was no one left.