Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever own the rights to Harry, Draco, or any other character from the Harry Potter series. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money from this story and writing it purely for fun.
A/N: I know this chapter is really short and I apologize, but it's just a transition. I promise the next one will be longer. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing the first chapter! It means so much to me! I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, but lines that are Italicized are thoughts of characters. So, without further ado, let get to the story! Enjoy!
Chapter 2
As Draco finally regained composure, he and Harry decided that sitting on the bathroom floor was probably not the best place to remain completely undetected as it was getting close to curfew, and the other prefects would be coming soon to use the bathroom as they were getting ready for bed. Draco was the first to move or say anything as he stood up and stretched.
"I think we should probably get out of here. I'm sure Pansy and Zabini are looking for me, and I'm going to assume that Granger and the Weasel are looking for you. Come on," he said, extending a friendly hand to help Harry off the floor.
"Thanks," Harry replied simply, taking the proffered hand and standing up. "They probably are. I'll see you around?"
"Maybe. I can't have people thinking that all of a sudden I have befriended the infamous Harry Potter, Golden Boy of Gryffindor, now can I?"
"I suppose not, prat," Harry chided.
Draco smirked, but didn't retort. Instead, he gave Harry a gentle shove and Harry reciprocated the action, much to Draco's dismay. Draco just looked at him, attempting a glare, with little animosity remaining after their conversation. He hoped that he and Harry could meet up again soon. He was starting to like the idea of having a new friend that he could talk to about the stresses of being the Dark Lord's chosen.
As they walked out of the bathroom, Harry collected his Invisibility Cloak that he had hidden behind a nearby statue and covered himself. He knew that if he and Draco were caught civilly walking with each other, both of their reputations at Hogwarts would be ruined. Draco was vaguely aware of Harry grabbing something and putting it on, but wasn't completely sure of what it was until he turned to say something and Harry had vanished.
"I'm still here," Harry whispered from under the cloak.
Draco simply nodded his head in acknowledgement of Harry's reassuring comment. However, they continued to walk in complete silence, as if the other wasn't there. After all, to the rest of the school, Draco was walking the corridors alone—not something uncommon for a Prefect to do around curfew—and Harry was nowhere to be seen.
Draco wasn't sure exactly when Harry had turned down a different corridor on his way to Gryffindor Tower, but was made fully aware when he began talking and heard no response. He then felt in mid-air, where Harry should have been, and felt nothing but air. I guess he grew tired of walking in silence…or maybe he's already gone to bed.
Once Draco had finished his rounds, he headed back to his dormitory in the dungeons. After settling into bed, pulling the curtains shut, and casting a silencing charm on his bed, Draco closed his eyes hoping to fall asleep quickly and remain sleeping dreamlessly. Unfortunately, the latter did not occur. Instead, he could dream of nothing but deep emerald green eyes and messy jet black hair.
Little did he know that Harry's thoughts were filled with visions of steel gray-blue eyes and controlled white-blonde hair. Harry had been having more and more dreams about the blonde over the summer. It caused Harry panic at the beginning, but now it was more pleasant and frequent.
Harry and Draco, unbeknownst to them, were slowly being pushed together by two sets of invisible hands playing puppeteers with their pawns. Dumbledore had been on a mission for the last two years to put them together as often as possible in hopes of converting Draco to the light side. Unfortunately, Voldemort had been doing the same thing, but with entirely different motives. Voldemort wanted Draco to bring Harry to Malfoy Manor in hopes of catching the onyx-haired teen off guard thus killing him easily.
"Time and patience," he told himself in the dark of his personal quarters. "Time and patience, and he will bring the boy to me…"
A/N: So, what did you think? Please let me know. I use your opinions to adjust my future pieces/entries. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I'm not sure when the next chapter will be posted, but I will post it as soon as I have it written. :)