I look at my watch; I had already been here for almost three hours. I couldn't help but reminisce again. This time it had been maybe the sixth time we had met. The fourth and fifth time we meet was nothing special; we would talk and insult each other. But the sixth time had been different.

It was on the night of the Yule ball, well sort of. It was around one am, I had went or to the Astronomy tower to think about my current living conditions, seeing as at the time, I didn't have any.

Like always I'm up in the Astronomy tower, sitting in the far right hand corner, thinking about whatever comes to mind. Unfortunately tonight my thoughts revolve around one person. Harry Potter. 'I know that I've been warming up to him recently, but why did I feel a little jealous tonight.' I sigh and put my head in my hands. 'I suppose I need to figure out who I was jealous of. Am I jealous of Harry for having so many people that want to be around him, while at the present moment I have no one?'

That's right, after everybody found out that I had been disowned they cut all ties with me. They no longer see me as one of them. 'Not that I need them anyway. I'm fine on my own.' I hear the door open and I instantly know who it is. "Is there ever a time when we don't somehow run into each other?" I ask.

"I guess not. But I think that could be a good thing." He says as he walks over and sits across from me. By now I've gotten accustomed to him wanting to sit and talk to me. "I noticed you didn't have a date tonight."

"So, I noticed you had one but didn't pay any attention to her." I look outside, "What was wrong with her?" I look back at him; I can tell that he doesn't really want to answer. "Potter, all you had to say is 'she wasn't the one I want to go with'."

"I know I was debating on telling you who I really wanted to go with." I roll my eyes.

"If you don't want to tell me then don't tell me, idiot." He nods.

"Why didn't you have a date?" This time I don't want to answer. "You couldn't find someone that would say 'yes'?"

"For your information, Potter, I couldn't find anyone that I wanted to go with."

"Why?"

"None of the girls peeked me interest."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." I snap at him. We fall in to silence. He looks outside. I look at him for the first time I really see him. For the first time I really see how good looking he is. 'What the hell am I thinking?'

"Malfoy, are you gay?"

"What?" I almost scream at him.

"You heard me, are you homosexual?" I'm at a loss for words for once. "Well?"

"No, I'm not gay."

"Are you sure?" I sigh.

"Potter, I think I would know my own sexuality." In truth I have no idea if I am or not, I've never given it to much thought, I always planned on a life that was already planned out for me by my father.

"Personally I'm bi. I like both girls and boys. But I haven't told anyone until now. It feels kind of nice to say it out loud." He looks at me and smiles.

"Why would you think I care about your sexuality."

"Just a hunch." He smiles at me at me again, I just frown. "Did Snape say if he would be taking you in?" He asks before I could say anything on the precious subject.

"Yeah, but he said he is unable to take me in. Dumbledore said he would find a place for me to go." The last couple of times that we've talked I've began to open up to him, well at least I've began to talk more. At the moment it's a little to have someone to talk to.

"I wonder why Snape won't take you in?"

"Who knows?" I shrug as I talk.

The remainder of the out time together that night was spent talking about trivial things. Things that didn't really matter to either of us. And when I finally went to bed that night I couldn't stop thinking about him. "Please wake up. I need you to wake up." I'm beginning to get desperate. I know the longer he's in this coma the less likely he is to wake up. And if he does, he may not be the same person.

Our seventh meeting was the night after the second task.

Like always I'm heading to the Astronomy tower. I figure that I'm going to be walking in on Potter staring out over the grounds. Just as I turn the corner I see Potter starting to go up the stairs. 'It's odd for him to go without his cloak.' I shrug and go to follow him up the stairs.

About half way up Potter stops, turns around and looks at me. "Do you really need to come up here tonight?" He sounds annoyed.

"I would like to, it's not like we need to talk to each other."

"What ever." He turns and continues his accent up the stairs. I roll my eyes and follow him up. There's a small part of me that wants to asks him what's wrong, but there's a bigger part of me that doesn't really care, or at least doesn't want the burden of his problems on top of mine.

I watch him go over to one of the far windows and sits down. I go to my normal window, in the middle, and sit down and begin to think about what I'm going to do about my housing situation. 'I could ask if I could stay here, but I have that I'll get told no.'

"Do you think they made the right decision by letting me compete?"

"Are you actually talking to me?"

"Just answer me." I roll my eyes.

"In my opinion, yeah they did. I'll admit it, though I would rather not, you're a good wizard. But you don't have enough training to compete with the older kids. The only reason you're still alive is because you have a lot of luck." He seems to relax. "Don't tell me that's what you needed to hear."

"Yeah it is. Everyone is telling me how great I am. I just wanted one person to tell me otherwise."

"I can keep going." I know he won't say yes but it's worth a try.

"No I really don't need to hear anymore, thank you." He smiles at me and I fight the urge to smile back. He gets up and walks over to me and sits across from me. This meeting is starting to feel normal again. "Have they found a place for you to live yet?"

"No, I'm going to ask to stay here for the summer."

"Do you really want to stay here?"

"What do you think, Potter?"

"I don't think you do. I also don't think you want to go back to your old home."

"Not really. This way I don't have the parents to deal with or the baby crying all night. The way I look at it that baby can raise more hell than I can right now. That and you remember what my father wrote to me, he wants nothing more to do with me."

"Do you know what the babies name is?"

"Potter, I don't want anything to do with that baby. What don't you seem to understand about that?" I yell, but it doesn't seem to faze him. I suppose he knows I need to get some of my anger off my chest, so I guess he's just going to sit there and listen to me. 'Why does that make me so angry?' It normally wouldn't make me so angry, but for some reason tonight I want him to argue with me. "Would you please say something." I say in an exasperated voice.

"What do you want me to say? Anything I say will not change what you think. So I'll just sit here and listen." For once I don't know how to act. Normally he would argue back, normally he would have something to say.

"Whatever," I say as I stand up, "I'm out of here." I don't bother saying bye as I walk out of the room.

My mind is still going a mile a minute as I walk out into the hallway. 'Why the hell couldn't he just talk back? Why do I care what he thing? Why am I so upset about this?' "Wait," I say to myself as I stop walking , "why am I so upset about this?" I can't come up with a good reason to be upset, I try to calm down, but for some reason, I can't. "What would my father do in this situation?"

"I wouldn't know, he never was one to get in to trouble." I jump and turn around.

"Professor Snape. I was just heading back to the dorms." I'm hoping he feels like just letting me off this time, he's done it before.

"Do you want to explain why you're out this late?" I start to panic a little on the inside.

'Crap.' "I was up in the Astronomy Tower thinking." I watch as Snape looks behind me.

"Mr. Potter, how nice of you to join us." In a way he sounds almost happy to catch Potter doing something wrong. "And what excuse do you have for me?"

"I was thinking."

"Let me guess, in the Astronomy Tower."

"Perhaps." I want to laugh, but I know if I do I am going to be in more trouble. I watch as Snape walks over and grabs Potter, by the arm, then he comes over and grabs me as well. I'm not going to be stupid enough to try and fight him. I look over at potter and see that he isn't going to try and fight either.

In truth the walk to Snape's office gave me a lot of time to think about why I was so upset in the first place. At the time I could come up with no rational explanation, so I start to think about what I was going to tell Snape about what I was doing. But before I could come up with a good explanation as to what I was doing up there with Potter we were at our destination.

"Now one of you give me a good reason not to expel you both." He says as he walks around his desk. "Well?"

"We were just up there thinking. We barely said a word to each other." Potter says, I slowly nod in agreement.

"Don't lie to me Potter. And you Mr. Malfoy, I allowed you to go up there, once, and only once. I did not give you permission to go up there now." I wait a couple seconds to see if he's though.

"I know that sir. But I just wanted to think somewhere quite."

"That's not my problem. The last time I checked you no longer had the power behind your name…" He doesn't get to finish his sentence, as Potter feels the need to cut him off.

"What's happened in his private life shouldn't have anything to do with this."

"I wasn't talk to you Potter."

"So." He obviously isn't afraid of getting in to trouble.

"30 points from Gryffindor. I would advise you to keep your mouth shut. Now as for you Mr. Malfoy, I believe three weeks worth of detentions should teach you some respect." I won't dare to say anything back to him; I know that he can do worse. "Now Potter, what to do with you?" He acts like he's really contemplating about what he plans to do. "I believe five weeks detention should help you teach you not to wonder about at night."

"Now, now, Severus, I think that's a bit harsh." I almost jump when I hear someone talk behind me. I know without looking that it's the Headmaster, Dumbledore. "These boys have had a hard time this year. I personally think it's a good thing that they've found solace in each other."

"Headmaster, they've broken school rules."

"I know that and I do believe that they need to be punished. Now if I'm correct you've already taken 30 points away from Mr. Potter, so I believe it's only fair to take 30 away from your house as well. And for the rest of your punishment, please come to my office tomorrow at ten am."

"Yes sir." Potter says first I don't say anything instead I just nod.

"Good, then I'll ask both of you to go to your dorms. A good night's sleep is important for growing boys." He moves aside to let us walk past him and out the door.

We silently walk together until we have to part to get back to our house dorms. "Well, this was fun." I say sarcastically.

"Sure." We stand in an awkward silence for a couple seconds. "Well, night Draco." He says as he walks off. By the time what he said sinks in he's already gone. I sigh and head back to my own dorm.

I smile fondly at the memory. Even now I'm still not used to him calling me by my given name. And in truth, I'm sure; he's not used to me calling him Harry yet. I look at him again, this time I study his face. He defiantly looks older than he used to, but in a way he still looks the same. It's probably because of his green eyes, and always messy hair. I run a hand through his hair. "Please don't die. You've fought dragons, giant snakes, and the dark lord himself. Two of those things you did when you were twelve. And you fought the dark lord four times. How the hell can you let this happen to you?" I lean back in my chair and think about the meeting with Dumbledore.

I look at my watch again; I have two minutes to get to his office on time. The only problem is that I'm already running at top speed and it will take five minutes to get there. It's not that I'm worried about what the old man will think if I'm late, it's more because I want to get this over with as soon as possible so I can go back to avoiding the other Slytherins. Needless to say they aren't happy about the points that were taken away last night. This morning a few of them tried to attack me.

Just as I come running up to the entrance I see that Potter is bent over with his hands on his knees, he's obviously trying to catch his breath. I stop running and walk up to him. "You ran here too, huh?" He says as he stands up strait.

"I just want to get this over with." He doesn't say anything else. "Do you know the password?" I ask after a few seconds.

"No, but it shouldn't be too hard to figure out. It's normally a type of candy." I roll my eyes and focus on returning my breathing back to normal.

Once I feel like I'm able to breathe normally again I stand up and walk up to the entrance. "Well Potter since you seem to know so much about this you go first."

"Lemon Drops." Nothing happens. "Acid Pops?" This time the gargoyle move and we make our way up the stairs. "You know you could have done that."

"So, I didn't want to." He rolls his eyes and knocks on the door.

"Come in." We walk in and see the old man sitting at his desk. "I'm glad to see you made it here on time. The first thing I would like to talk about is these late night meetings, planned or not, they are against the rules, so I'm going to ask you both to quit sneaking out at night. Understand?" We both nod. "Good, please have a seat I would like to talk to you both." I take the chair in front of me and drag it a little farther away from Potter then sit down. "Thank you. Now may I ask you a question Mr. Malfoy?"

"Sure." It's not like I can say no.

"Has your father sent you any more letters?"

"No."

"Have you tried to send him any?"

"Yeah a couple, but he always sends them back."

"Alright, thank you." 'Wait he's not going tell me why he was asking those unnecessary questions.'

"Can I ask why you were asking me those questions?"

"I'm having a hard time trying to find someone to take you, so I was wondering if there was any way for Lucius to take you, but you answers tell me that he has no intention of taking you back. Unfortunately your past behavior makes some people a little apprehensive to take you."

"Can't I just stay here? It would save you a lot of trouble."

"I'll talk to the Minister about that." I can tell that he doesn't exactly like me all that much. I think he just wants to get me out of his hair. "I want you to know that I'm not upset with you, my problem is with your father. I'm having a hard time comprehending how he could just kick you out with nowhere to go."

'Can he read minds?' "Whatever."

"Now Mr. Potter, may I ask why you were up in the tower."

"I just needed some alone time, Sir." He shifts in his seat. "Everyone keeps asking me questions, keeps telling me what they think I should do to win, or telling me that I deserve to die. I just needed some time to think."

"Yes, but you were up there with Mr. Malfoy."

"Yeah well, it was an accident."

"And I suppose all those other times you two met were accidents as well?" Neither of us say anything at first.

"Yes, they were." I finally say.

"Perhaps the first time, but after that it no longer looks like a coincidence. I'm not here to judge you; in fact I'm pleased that you two are slowing getting to understand each other."

"Professor, we really didn't plan any of them." I say, getting annoyed.

"Perhaps you didn't, but perhaps Mr. Potter did." I look over at him.

"I was getting tired of everyone treating me like I'm some sort of super hero. You were the only person that didn't. I just wanted one person to treat me like I'm nothing important."

"So you tricked me. What about last night? You didn't want to talk to me." I don't even know what to feel, or what to think, right now. I never thought he was planning almost all of those meetings.

"You're right, I wasn't thinking. Once I calmed down a little I wanted you there. I don't know why but talking to you helps me."

"Potter, drop the sappy talk, please." I forgot that the old man is still in the room until I hear someone chuckle a little. We both turn to look at him.

"I'm glad to see that you seem to be taking this information well, Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps you like talking to him as well." I don't answer right away. 'Do I actually like talking to him? Does he make me feel better, or am I just looking for someone to pour all my problems on?'

"I wouldn't say I like talking to him, but I wouldn't say I don't like talking to him either." Dumbledore looks happy; Potter looks like I sprouted a second head. "What, it not like I had anyone else to talk to, you was convenient."

"Whatever." Is all he says, but I can tell that he doesn't believe me.

"I like the idea of you two finding comfort in each other, but I'm going to ask that you two do it within the rules. And Harry, I think it would be nice for you to tell Mr. Malfoy the truth at some point, about everything." I look over and see that Potter is blushing a little. Something that I haven't seen him do in a while.

'I don't think I want to know the truth about anything if it makes him blush.' I don't say anything, I just turn back around and look at the headmaster.

"I do believe that it's almost lunch time," he says sounding happy for some reason, "why don't we call it a day. Perhaps the both of you would like to take the rest of the day off, maybe go down to lake and talk for a while. I don't believe that any teachers will be handing out home work today." He smiles at us. I shrug, any chance I get to not go to class I take.

"Thanks professor." Potter sounds too happy about this; it makes me feel a little… sick.

In truth now that I think about it, I don't think I felt sick, I think I was nervous about spending the rest of the day together. I look at the clock again, only ten minutes have passed. "Honestly you need to wake up soon, my back is starting to hurt, I really don't know how much longer I can sit here." I know that if Harry was awake right now he would tell me to stop complaining.

I can't help but laugh at the memories of that afternoon. For the first hour or so we just argued, but somehow he managed to get us both to calm down and not kill each other…

"Malfoy just put the wand away, think of what Snape will do to us if he found out, or hell what McGonagall will do." Just the thought of either of them pissed off at me for feeding Potter to the Giant Squid is enough for me to put my wand away for the third time that hour alone.

'Honestly, how does the stupid old man expect us to get along, sure we've had our moments, but that doesn't mean that we can put all of our past behind us and become friends.'

"You know you could just tell me what you're thinking instead of keeping everything to yourself all the time."

"Firstly, I don't have to tell you anything I don't want to. Secondly, how in the hell do you know when I'm thinking about something of interest to you?"

"I don't, but I've found out that I'm a pretty good guesser."

'Figures…' "I'm going back inside, I'm done with this. There is no way that you and I can ever be friends." I say as I turn and start to walk away.

"Why?" I stop and look back at him.

"What?"

"Why can't we be friends?"

"Because we are to different."

"That's it?"

"What else do you want me to say?"

"Well Hermione and I don't have that much in common but we are best friends. So why can't we get along. What did I do to you to make you hate me so much?" I can't help but stop and think about this question. It's not something I've ever thought about. For once in the last couple of years Potter has actually said something that has made me stop and think. "Can't think of a reason?"

"In truth, Potter, I suppose I'm bitter about you choosing to not join my group. You would have been a good asset to us. And my Father would have been proud that I was able to get you to join our side and not theirs."

"So your upset that I didn't shake your hand."

"I've never said it out loud, it sounds childish. But yeah I suppose that's one of the reasons." I watch as Potter walks up to me and holds out his hand.

"Would you like to see what true friends are like?" I don't say anything, I just reach out and shake his hand. Once he releases my hand he asks me another question. "Now what are the other reasons? You can tell me, trust me, I'm sure anything you say won't be nearly as bad as what people told me after my name was drawn." It's like when he said that he opened the flood gates.

"You get everything handed to you, people automatically like you because you're famous and rich. But for some reason they never liked me. I'm richer than you, and everyone knows who the Malfoys are, so what makes you so special?" I know I sounded extremely bitter about the whole thing. But while I was working to keep up an image to keep people around me he didn't have to do anything, everyone liked him, and just the thought of that pisses me off.

"You know for the longest time I've wondered the same thing. I didn't even know I'm a wizard until I turned eleven. But I remember the first time I went to Diagon ally, everyone knew my name; everyone was so excited to meet me. And I didn't have a clue as to why. Later Hagrid told me almost everything, he left out a few details, and even then I still didn't see what the big deal was. I mean I didn't do anything. If anything my mom is the hero, but I guess they needed someone to cheer for, and since my mom is dead, they decided to cheer for me." The entire time he was talking he sounded a little sad, not angry or happy, just sad. He stops and looks out at the lake. He looks like he's really thinking about something.

"You know you could just tell me what you're thinking instead of keeping everything to yourself all the time." I repeat. He laughed a little.

"Yeah I know." He sighs, "when I was little I wanted nothing more that to get out of my aunt and uncles house, I used to dream about being a wizard, one like Merlin. But now I sometimes wish I was just a normal kid. You know. If I was just a normal kid, or hell a normal wizard, I wouldn't almost die every time I come to school. I would just be normal. No one would know my name unless I gave it to them. I would at least have one parent, I would be normal. But other times I like be special, it makes me feel like I'm worth something to someone. But I guess that makes me sound like a brat." He looks back at me. And for the first time I look at him and see Harry, not Potter, and not Harry Potter the boy who lived, just Harry. And for some reason it makes me feel better to know that even he has normal everyday problems.

"Not really, I guess it makes you sound normal. It human nature to want to be special, even Granger wants to be special." He smiles at me and I roll my eyes. "Now stop with all the mushy shit."

"Fine. Hey do you know if they are going to kick you off the Quidditch team next year?"

"No, but the way things are going it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to play next year, so I guess you win this one Potter."

"Please, you couldn't catch the Snitch even if it was right in front of your face." He laughs, and for some reason that makes me happy.

The rest of our time at the lake was spent talking about Quidditch and the Tri-Wizard tournament, we argued, but for the most part we laughed.

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