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The room was dark, and Harry strained to see something, anything, but his vision failed him. He made sure to keep his wand ready, just in case he had to defend himself, but there was no shouts in the dark, not bright flashes of light that meant he had been attacked, just silence.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." The voice from the darkness said.

Harry spun around quickly to catch a glimpse of the person that had plagued him the past few weeks, but once again, he saw nothing. "Who are you?" He finally managed to ask.

Soft footsteps moved across the floorboards until a blonde haired boy stood in front of him, "It's me Harry, Draco."

"Draco?! What the hell?"

"I guess Granger did her job then." Draco said with a snort.

"Granger? You mean Hermione was in on this?" Harry asked scratching his head with his wand. All of those basic wand safety classes had obviously taught him nothing.

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Draco said moving across the room to sit at a small shabby table.

"I don't understand," Harry said. "I just don't get it. You blew me off at school, made it seem like some sort of sick joke. You did something to me that no one has ever done before and you tell me it meant nothing." He had surprised himself at the tone of his voice.

"Harry, we need to talk. Otherwise I wouldn't have called you here."

"You're bloody well right, we do need to talk." Harry spat.

"Well are you going to sit down and put your wand away, or are you going to curse me?" Draco asked pouring himself a drink and leaning back in his chair, staring at Harry like he was some sort of person sent to amuse him.

"I'll sit, but I can't promise you I won't decide to curse you." Harry said taking a seat across from the blonde.

"Very well," Draco said, "there is something about me you need to know."

Draco spent two hours telling Harry about his life, everything from his past, to his present and finally to the future. Of what it really meant to be a Malfoy, something that he hadn't really told anyone before, because being around nothing but pureblood wizards meant that they already knew. Harry was so gripped with his story; he had managed to put his wand away not even halfway through his tale. He had decided that he and Malfoy were on even turf now. If Malfoy cared enough to put everything about his life on the line, then he was finally vulnerable. As far as Harry was concerned, he had always been vulnerable because everyone knew everything about his life.

"I still don't understand everything, Malfoy. The Essence of Aphrodite Oil, what happened with that, was that just obsession?"

Draco laughed, "Sometimes you are pretty dense, aren't you Potter?"

"It takes me awhile. But I figured you were explaining everything else; why not just explain that to me too."

"The oil, sort of has its own essence, or life force if you will, "Draco began pouring himself another drink, "the oil can sense things, it knows when two people are around, when someone feels anger and wants revenge, that's how it works. Now, in its original state, the oil was never meant for that purpose, as Aphrodite does not want love to be a revenge cure. Love is supposed to be perfect, pure, unyielding and forgiving.

However, as people often do, especially wizards, they enjoy creating new things, manipulating free will and life to meet their needs. Sometimes the casters don't mean to do it, sometimes it's not even for them selves, but the fact remains that someone wanted it, so someone created it. Someone wanted revenge on another person, and revenge, in its evilest form is the manipulation of emotions, especially love."

Draco smirked, signifying the irony in the situation and continued, "Now, I never said Snape was the smartest man, but sometimes, he doesn't always think things through. Throwing two people that hate each other in a room where Essence of Aphrodite is kept, well, needless to say isn't the brightest idea. It sensed your anger; it felt that you wanted revenge. You were the first person in that I saw once I tripped into the oil. You therefore were thought to be the one that was casting the spell. Essence of Aphrodite is used in cases were revenge is wanted almost immediately. And immediately, it began. The oil just took something that was already present and amplified it. I would have drowned in it too if you hadn't loved me back. I was only willing to show my true feelings under its spell. It was the only time, I, Draco Malfoy could truly be myself and use the excuse of a great and powerful oil used in the wrong light. I had to lie; I had to pretend because I don't know anything else other than what I've been taught."

Draco sighed and Harry looked at the floor. He hated admitting that he was so dense sometimes, but he was. Snape, however wasn't off the hook for this one. Two enemies together in the same room, he probably had hoped Harry would mess up like he often does and be the one to succumb to the oil. He, had been wrong, and seen the two boys on a path that had never expected.

"So, all this time, you were just in love with me." Harry finally said.

"I never said boys were bright either." Draco said cocking his head to the side, "sometimes we're just as dense as you are."

"Funny, you're such a comedian." And for the first time during his stay, he cracked a smile.

And then there was silence. And then finally, "are you mad at me?" Draco asked with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I don't know what to think anymore."

"I'm really sorry I treated you the way I did. I just don't think you understand my reasoning behind it."

"It's hard for me to understand. I'll keep replaying your words, and I'll never fully understand it." Harry said leaning back in his chair.

"You need time to think, go home. Think about it. I'll keep in touch." Draco said standing up collecting his things, "unless you don't want me too."

"Just give me some time. A day or two, just some time to think." Harry said walking towards the door. With every step he took, he only felt more confused.

"See you later then Draco." He didn't wait for a response.

By the time he had gotten back to the Burrow, it was almost 11 'o' clock. Mrs. Weasley was waiting up for him, with a plate of food.

"I was worried," she said getting him a drink.

"I know," Harry said, and sat down to eat. He didn't complain about her fussing anymore.

Harry ate in silence for awhile with the thoughts of the conversation he had with Draco earlier plaguing his mind. "Mrs. Weasley, if you don't mind, I have a question."

"Yes dear?" She asked waving her wand to finish up the chores of the day.

"Wow, I had this planned and now I'm not sure how to ask this." Harry could feel his cheeks blushing as Mrs. Weasley sat down beside him at the table, with a soft smile on her face.

"It's about a boy, isn't it?"

Harry almost choked on his juice, "How did you know?"

"We know these things, mothers." She said patting her chest, "you can't pull one over on us."

"If there was this boy that had really treated you badly in the past, but then you found something out about him that really made you want to change how you thought about him. Would it? I mean, what would you do?"

"Well, I'd sleep on it, but I'd do whatever my heart told me to do. If I truly felt that he meant well, then I'd probably give it a chance. Sometimes, it pays well to give them another chance, sometimes it doesn't. Intuition is the key."

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley."

"No problem dear."

And he went to sleep on it.