My apologies for anything misspelt, it's 1:15am and I wrote this on my phone. Autocorrect might have completely changed it so sorry again this might not even be the right thing, like I said Im on my phone.

It was late evening and the sun was leaving the skies, not that Ron, Hermione or Harry noticed. They were talking about Christmas, Fred and Georges jokes, school, friends or anything else that came to mind. Harry had opened up and told them how much he had freaked out over the holidays. It was the first time he'd said how he'd felt aloud. Snape and Malfoy weren't exactly the people he opened up to.

The trio had finished the supplies of pumpkin juice and Dumbledores muffle sweets -Ron had wanted to try everything- Harry made a mental note to buy them all back during the summer.

Suddenly their laughter about something that Dean had done last term stopped as Malfoy entered the room.

As usual he bowed and waited for Harry's command. Ron shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Master, could I talk to you?" His voice came out so timid it almost worried the trio.

"Yeah, sure." Harry replied, oblivious to Malfoy jerking his head toward the door.

"This is more of a one-on-one thing, Master." Harry wasn't very sympathetic.

"Whatever you need to say, you can say it in front of these two." Harry was still seated comfortably on the armchair.

"Please, I'd rather do this in private." Ron gasped over dramatically, mocking Malfoy's new-found manners until Hermione shot one of her looks at him.

"Fine," Harry replied, "I'll be back soon guys. If I'm not, come check on me." He added as a joke, Malfoy's eyes narrowed but he was unable to say anything, much to his dismay.

Malfoy lead Harry up into his room and told him to have a seat on the bed. "Look, Potter," They were no longer in the presence of someone else, "I've been doing some thinking whilst I've been up here." He muttered some encouragement to himself.

"Ive, well, I've been feeling a little guilty-" He was cut off by Harry.

"No, Draco Malfoy actually have a conscience?" Under normal circumstances, Malfoy would have already come out with a snide remark but once again he was unable to retort. Malfoy just had to purse his lips and grind his teeth.

"Know what? Nevermind." He turned away from Harry, resting his hands on the desk. It was cluttered with personal items. Family photos, Slytherin pins and his Christmas presents were piled on too.

"Malfoy, I'll stop." Harry called.

"Just leave it." Malfoy dismissed him. Potter'd mocked him and he was only trying to be kind to him for once.

"Tell me." Harry commanded.

Malfoy mumbled something. Harry didn't ask, he had a feeling it was, "Yes, Master." With obvious effort, Malfoy spun again to face him.

"I just-" He stopped himself. Malfoy's eyes closed and he bit his lip, whispering to himself again, "I wanted to-" He stopped once more. His fist was thrust downward into desk.

"I just wanted to apologise." Malfoy said quickly, "For, you know, this." When he opened his eyes, he saw that Harry's jaw had dropped in shock. Harry was stunned, Malfoy had apologised? He never thought Malfoy apologised sincerely. Ever. But he did say sorry and it was definitely sincere.

Harry stammered a reply, "I-uh, thankyou, Malfoy." He wasn't going to say the usual, "It's fine." because their situation was definitely not fine. But Harry did say that it was nice of him to apologise.

Harry left the room right after that, thankfully. The tension had just buily and built between them and was ready to explode. When Harry sat back down Ron instantly asked him what had happened, "H-He apologised." Harry stammered. Shock was still taking hold of him. Ron and Hermione too, by the look of things.

Just then Snape appeared in the middle of the room with bags of ingredients. "Whats wrong with you three?" He asked. The trio replied, "Nothing." simultaneously.

Snape set out his equipment along the worktop. However, it was too late to start the potion now so Snape left the bag next to his equipment the kitchen.

Ron and Hermione decided they would stay the night, to Snape's horror but since they were his Master's guests, he could say nothing.