Harry was acutely aware of the body pressed against his side, the deep inhalation of every breath pressing their bodies together. Harry swallowed hard before opening his eyes and looking down. Draco had moved while they slept and was currently curled against Harry's side, one arm thrown casually across his stomach and his face buried in the crook of Harry's arm. Strangely… Harry felt completely comfortable, and felt himself smile as he realized he had never seen his friend so relaxed or comfortable before. Draco's eyes began to move behind his lids and Harry quickly cleared his throat and pulled his arm out from under Draco's head to sit up.

"Morning." Draco yawned, the jerking of his head falling to the pillow waking him up completely. "Man, I slept like a baby."

Harry looked over his shoulder at him and nodded. "Yeah, but you weren't snoring like one."

"Oh shut up." Draco punched his shoulder. Harry laughed and pushed off of the bed to find the bathroom.

"I think this room has everything." He said pulling open the bathroom door. "This bathtub is probably bigger than the one in the prefect's bathroom." Draco muttered a response but was cut off from the closing of the door. After relieving himself, Harry stood before the mirror and splashed water on his face from the sink. Now that he was thinking of it… He couldn't remember the last time he had slept so well either. For the first time this year, at least, he didn't have dark circles under his eyes. He sighed and leaned against the sink. "Don't kid yourself…" He whispered. Although he was going to make it his goal to help Draco… he couldn't assume that their relationship was going to go back to the way it was before. He didn't know if he wanted it to either…

"Harry, I have to piss too!" Draco yelled, banging on the door. Harry laughed as he yanked it open.

"Do you want to go to the great hall for dinner or should I bring something up?"

"I… I don't want to go down there." Draco shook his head and slipped past him into the bathroom.

"I'll get us something." Harry said to the closed door. As he left Draco's new quarters, he turned back to ask Draco what it was he actually wanted to eat, and found a wall behind him. "Oh great." He muttered, trying to remember how Draco had gotten into the room the night before. All Harry could remember was Draco looking like he was walking around like a crazy person…

Harry began to pace back and forth along the stretch of the wall, turning on his heel whenever he hit the end. After a few turns, a voice called out, making him jump.

"If you're trying to get in by running a hole in the floor… I think you're well on your way." Hermione stepped towards him, a smile on her face. Harry looked up to see her and Ron walking towards him with a few plates of food stacked high with an assortment of foods.

"How did you know where we were?" Harry asked, reaching to take a few plates from Hermione's hands.

"Dumbledore talked to us at lunch today… he assumed we would probably all be spending a lot of time with Malf—Draco, since we were so close to you. Although I don't necessarily trust him… I trust you, Harry. And so does Ron." Ron rolled his eyes behind her but shrugged his agreement to Harry. "So, he told us about Draco's new Quarters."

"This room is actually pretty cool." Ron piped up. "It's called The Room of Requirement and you can basically make it any room you want it to be."

"Sort of." Hermione cut in. "Since Draco is in the room, the room is his quarters no matter what we wish it to be out here. Now, to get in… You have to think about what you want, and walk past three times. Dumbledore said we have to be very specific about what we want, though right now I don't think we need to be concerned about it."

"Okay." Harry nodded and took his spot before the wall again. He closed his eyes, thinking about the room, about Draco, and about the bed. On the third time past Harry stopped short and opened his eyes. Why had he been thinking about the bed? What purpose did that serve?

"Harry." Hermione said, grabbing his arm and snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw the same large door had appeared in the wall. They filed through just as Draco was walking out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his hair.

"Uh." He said stopping short to stare at the three of them. "You brought friends."

"And food." Ron said, placing the plates in his hand on a large round table in the corner of the room. "So come eat." He plopped down in one of the chair and reached into his robes for a flagon of pumpkin juice.

"They brought dinner." Harry shrugged, meeting Draco's eyes. He could almost see the walls that were being built around Draco's expression as he looked away from Harry's eyes and studied Ron and Hermione carefully. Slowly, Draco nodded and took his place in a chair beside Ron.

"Here Draco." Hermione said, smiling as warmly as she could manage. She held a plate out to him and reached into a bag she had slung over her shoulder to pull out four goblets. "I hope you don't mind that Dumbledore told us where your quarters were. He thought that we would be able to help you, and that perhaps… if you were receptive… we might end up finding some new friends." She trailed off and looked between the three guys around the table. Harry met her eyes and shrugged. Neither Ron nor Draco had said no…

"Thank you." Draco said after a moment, pilling roast beef and garlic roasted potatoes onto his plate. "I appreciate you both bringing food up here." Hermione beamed and began pilling food on her own plate.

"I am pretty sure some of the students in the great hall think Ron and I were crazy… carrying an entire feast out of the great hall…"

"They already think you're crazy, Hermione." Ron laughed at her, reaching forward to fill her goblet with juice.

"You're so funny, Ron." Hermione retorted. Across the table Draco looked up and met Harry's eyes, a small smile on his face.

"To new beginnings." Harry said, raising his goblet.

"And… new friends." Draco added.

"You don't have to stay, Harry." Draco said after saying goodbye to Ron and Hermione. Although the beginning of their dinner had been forced, Ron had managed to find a deck of exploding snap cards, and they found themselves laughing and playing a few rounds of the game.

"I know." Harry shrugged and sat down at the table. "I know that I don't have to stay… but I don't think you should be alone either."

"I am going to be alone Harry. I have officially betrayed my family… I had already betrayed you." Draco looked at him carefully before taking a spot across the table from him. "I don't expect you to forgive me." He whispered after a second.

"I already have." Harry said, without hesitation. "If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here." Draco looked up, and Harry looked away from him quickly, not wanting to read the hope in his expression. "But that doesn't mean I am not still angry with you. Or that I have forgotten everything that has been said between us. Or that I trust you."

"I don't blame you…" Draco looked down at his hands and began picking at one of his fingernails.

"I'm willing to work on it." Harry leaned back into the chair, sighing. "It's not going to be easy, but I hope that eventually I can trust you again. I don't know how we can have a friendship if I don't. I appreciate you being friendly with Ron and Hermione as well… I think if you truly give them a chance, you'll really like them. I do… they have become my best friends this year, I don't know how I would have gotten through switching houses and having the life I had known upturned from me, without them."

"They're the kind of friends you should have…"

"Don't do that, Draco. Don't get all sullen and jealous." Harry swallowed the sudden surge of anger he felt. "We are here because of your actions, and you being jealous I am close to them is childish. I can have multiple friends, and if we figure out what's going on between us? I am hoping that they'll be just as important to you as they are to me."

Draco nodded quickly, refusing to look at him. "You're right… I'm sorry."

"Thank you. Now… what is this job that Dumbledore wants you to do?"

"I really don't want to talk about it right yet, Harry. I am not sure about all of the details… Break officially starts tomorrow so I am sure he will be here bright and early in the morning to talk about it."

"After his raspberry tarts."

"Yes, of course." Draco laughed softly and Harry could feel the tension that had settled over him start to dissipate. "If you want to be here, I doubt he would mind including you in the conversation."

"Well, if he's going to be here super early… shouldn't I just stay the night?"

"If you want to." Draco shrugged and pushed up and away from the table. "I don't mind."

"Should we leave and come back in after thinking of two beds?" Harry laughed and found himself holding his breath, waiting for Draco's response. What the hell is wrong with you?

"If it makes you more comfortable…" Draco said looking at him before turning towards the bathroom. "But… I didn't mind sharing the bed… it's big enough and… my feet didn't get cold."

Harry laughed and felt relieved. You're just glad to have your friend back… he thought, pulling off his jeans and sneakers. He crawled into the bed, and found himself nervously rearranging the pillows.

"Nox." Draco said, exiting the bathroom, and dousing the room in darkness. Harry felt the bed dip as the other boy slid in beside him. Draco's breathing was slightly fast, matching his own. "Harry?"

"Draco?"

"Thank you… for giving me another chance. It's really more than I deserve…"

"What are friends for, Draco?" Harry nudged him with his arm. Draco laughed and shifted his position so he was facing Harry.

"I am sorry… and I missed you." Harry's arm was pressed against Draco's chest, and he could feel Draco's breath, warm against his shoulder. Slowly, Draco's breathing began to slow as he fell asleep.

"And I missed you." Harry replied, leaning his head against Draco's and closing his eyes.