June 18th, 1996

Draco walked up the stairs from the dungeons. He was so deep in thought, that he hadn't realized that he had crashed into the very person he had been thinking about.

"Would you like some help up, Mal- Draco?" Harry asked, slipping up a bit on the name. In the last few months, everyone was making an effort to kinder to others. Well, everyone but the Slytherins. Draco was the only one who was making an effort.

"Thanks, Harry," he said, accepting Harry's help. Harry gave him a quizzical look as he extended his arm to help him up. Even though Harry was always making an effort to be civil to the Slytherins, it still surprised him the first time that Draco called him by Harry, instead of Potter, or Golden Boy.

"So, Draco, what were you thinking about when you plowed me over?" Harry asked, attempting to break some of the ice that was still there, despite their efforts to melt it. Harry felt that he was at least a little bit at fault for the collision. After all, he was thinking about that special someone as well, although Harry was sure that he didn't know that.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Sure, why not?"

Draco grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him down the stairs and into the empty dungeons.

"You," Draco said simply. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid move, you are so stupid, Draco! What the bloody hell were you thinking?' He screamed at himself mentally. So, obviously, Draco was shocked when Harry grinned at him. "What?" Draco asked defensively. "You said you wanted to know, so I told you!"

Harry grinned even more. "You know Draco, I believe you. Wanna know why? Because I was thinking of you when we collided." There was a stunned silence from Draco while Harry continued to grin stupidly.

"So, where does that put us?" Draco finally asked after five minutes of attempting to process this new information.

"Honestly, I have no idea," Harry said in an undertone. What were they going to do? They couldn't tell anyone. If they did, the news would get back to Lucius Malfoy. I f Draco's father knew, then Voldemort would know. The two of them would be killed.

"We'll, let's keep it between us. No one needs to know. However, if we do this, does it mean that you're switching sides?" Harry asked.

"Of course it means I'm switching sides. I've been going over all of it for months. I would have switched soon anyway. I just needed proper motivation to leave the Death Eaters. I guess death is a good enough incentive," Draco added sarcastically.

They stood in silence a little longer. Then Draco said, "You know, I've always been jealous of you. No seriously," he added when Harry burst out laughing. "You've got real friends. People like you because you're kind. Me, I learned everything from my father, Mr. Being-Pure-Blooded-is-the-only-thing-that-matters."

"Well, you do have a point," Harry replied, still giggling.

"Oh, bugger off!"

Just then, they heard Professor Snape coming down the steps.

"Oh shit!" Harry whispered frantically. "What are going to do? He'll catch us!"

"Catch us? What do you mean catch us?" Draco asked. "He loves me. He's not on the Dark Lord's side. You should know that by now."

"That may be, but he loathes me," Harry said.

"So what? Besides, he already knows about the fact that, I, well, you know. It's kind of hard to put into words."

Snape walked into the dungeon just then.

"So, Mr. Malfoy, you finally told him, did you? Potter."

"Professor?" Harry said, confused.

"Oh, believe me Potter. I've known about Draco's liking for you for quite some time, even when he didn't."