Hello! I apologize in advance for not being able to update as much as I'd like to! School's gotten in the way and I've been trying to order my priorities correctly. Anyways, I used Daniel Radcliffe's physical attributes instead of Harry's (blue eyes instead of green eyes), hope it's okay with you guys. I would love reviews too and thank you to the people who have favorited the story or put it on alert! I appreciate it a lot. Enjoy! :)

As Harry laid in his bed that night, his mind couldn't stop wandering back to his argument with Malena earlier that day. Unlike Ron, who'd continued to be stubborn and refused to admit he was wrong, Harry had felt a pang of guilt after noticing Malena wasn't completely over her father's death. He decided he needed some fresh air to clear his mind, so he snatched his invisibility cloak and made his way out of the common room.

Harry had to constantly shake the clouding mental images of Malena nibbling on her food away and hadn't noticed he had crashed into a jar, making it fall and shatter.

"Who's there?" He heard a small voice whisper in the darkness. "Lumos." The voice quivered and as the wand glowed and revealed the person. It was Malena.

After a few seconds of deliberation, Harry decided to take the cloak off and show himself. "Malena, it's me."

She slowly raised her wand to his face's height and quickly retreated it back to her side. "Oh." She muttered, turning on her heel.

"Wait! Malena!" Harry found the words to involuntarily spill out of his mouth.

"What do you want, Potter?" Her accent seemed to slip whenever she pronounced his last name, failing to make her tone intimidating, but her eyes made up for it. The way her irises narrowed and darkened whenever they glared at him caused a shiver to run down his spine and a sense of uneasiness to loom over him.

"I just wanted to apologize for acting like a complete git. You were right, I-I was presumptuous and judgmental." He stumbled over his words as he noticed her aggressive demeanor did not soften at all.

"Is that all? Because I really didn't need your approval on my conclusion." She snapped.

Harry gulped and rubbed his sweaty palm on his trousers. "C-Can we start over?"

"No." Malena answered, already turning to walk away.

"Malena." Harry grabbed her arm and turned her back to face him. "Why not?"

Malena's eyes looked down at his pale hand that still held her tanned arm and then back up at his green eyes. Harry noticed her guard had lowered, closeness seemed to disturb her. "Because I don't want to. Now let me g-."

Their heads both swerved in the direction from where sound of approaching footsteps and a small, bright light was coming from.

Harry's right arm quickly snaked around her waist and covered them with his cloak with his other. "Don't..make..a sound," Harry ordered lowly as he craned his neck slightly, his lips tickling her ear. She just nodded and gulped, watching the distant light come closer. Harry slowly directed them against the wall, standing side by side, watching Filch pass by with his lantern in hand.

"I'm no nutter," Filch groaned, "someone's here, I can smell ya!"

Malena carefully reached for her wand inside her jumper's pocket and levitated a jar ahead of them, then dropping it, creating a loud ruckus. Filch's head swerved in the direction of the accident. "You better stop that right now!" He yelled, jogging over to the broken jar. Malena continued breaking the jars along the hallway, using it as a bait to distract Filch away.

"Good thinking," Harry sighed, smirking at Malena. She only grasped the arm encircling her waist, and shoved it back against his side.

"If you weren't such a clumsy mess, we could have avoided that." She lifted the cloak off her and started making her way to the common room.

"Malena!" Harry growled, reaching her quickly in only two strides, "Can you stop being so bloody stubborn and just agree so I can have a clean conscience?"

What Harry thought had been a good solution in his head only made matters worse.

"I don't give a damn about your bloody conscience, Potter! You just proved yourself to be more of an arrogant bastard than before! I'm not some charity case so don't you even dare pitying me! I pity you! Now, is your conscience clean yet?" Malena snarled in response, jabbing her index finger in his chest with every word.

"How am I being arrogant if I'm practically begging you to forgive me! If anyone's being arrogant, it's you!" Harry groused back, his voice raising.

"Are you even hearing yourself?" Malena spat out, getting angrier with each of Harry's mutters.

Harry only rolled his eyes at her. "You're unbelievable," he groaned.

Malena only huffed and turned around for the third time, and for the third time, Harry stopped her.

"Can you please just forgive me?" Harry pled, his blue gaze softening in front of her.

"Anything to get you off my case." She whispered softly, dropping her folded arms to her sides. "Good night, Potter." She said before turning away and heading to Common Room.