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Chapter One

"Hermione, you aren't listening," Harry breathed out as he took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Hermione quickly glanced up from her homework, "I just want to get this done and out of the way. Then we can talk, okay?"

"Not likely," Harry muttered as he stalked away.

This was not the first time during his sixth year that they'd had this conversation. You'd think with her OWLs over, she'd relax a bit during sixth year, but Hermione realized that NEWTs were next. Harry had tried to talk to Ron but, Ron being Ron, was not a talker. He had just tried distracting Harry and that's not what Harry wanted nor needed. Harry felt as if he'd tried everyone in the damn castle; Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hufflepuffs, pictures. They all dismissed him. There was only one last thing that Harry could think of.

Harry rushed up to the seventh floor with only one thing on his mind: give me someone who won't judge me, give me someone who will listen to me. This year, he felt invisible. There was so much weight on his shoulders that he thought he might break at any point. He made it to the corridor. The door appeared. He took a deep breath full of nerves, anticipating who or what was on the other side. As he slowly pushed it open, the room revealed itself. It was a cozy, dimly lit space with plush armchairs and a crackling fireplace. The soft glow of the flames danced across the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

"Where in Salazar's name am I?"

A pit in Harry's stomach formed and the coziness of the room instantly vanished, "Oh god no," He breathed to himself, "Anyone but him."

Standing in the Room of Requirement was the one and only Draco Malfoy. The same Draco Malfoy that had tormented Harry and his friends for years, the same one whose dad had tried to kill him, said same dad is in Azkaban because of him. Harry couldn't even hear the door slam shut behind him amidst his panic, alerting the blonde of his arrival. Oh, Harry was so screwed.

"Potter!" Malfoy exclaimed. Harry quickly turned around to escape the room only to find that there was no door. He tried quickly thinking of a door but still no door appeared. Harry was spun around by the Slytherin, "Did you set this up? You think this is funny, don't you?"

"I didn't set anything up," Harry sighed and let his shoulders drop in defeat, "I just wanted someone to talk to with no judgement, someone who would actually listen to me. How could I have known you would show up!" Harry shouted the last bit, frustrated. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair. "Just – Just sit down and relax. I'm not sure how long until the door returns." Harry went off into the farthest corner and curled up on a chair, trying to ignore the blonde that stared at him the entire time. Soon, Malfoy followed suit and sat down in the opposite corner, grabbed a book that the room provided, and began to read. It was to the sound of pages being flipped that Harry found himself asleep, with his school enemy in the room, reading.


It felt like hours to Harry, but it could have only been 20 minutes at the most before he was woken up by a hand on his shoulder. He startled out of sleep and went to grab his wand, only to find that it wasn't on him. He shrunk in on himself after that realization. When the hand on his shoulder gently shook him again, Harry untangled his sweat ridden body and looked to the person with heavy breaths. Harry looked up to see Malfoy with his wand and peering down on him with an impassive stare, "Ur– Yes? Why do you have my wand? Give it back!"

Malfoy made a face at his, shall we say, less than posh English, "I took your wand so you wouldn't hex me for waking you. It looked like you were having a nightmare."

The only thing Harry could say was 'Oh…' with a dumb face as he started to remember what was beginning to happen while he was asleep. It might've been the sleep still in Harry's system, but he swore he saw concern flash across Malfoy's face. The Slytherin gave a nod before handing Harry's wand back and headed over to his corner.

Harry tried to collect himself, taking deep breaths, counting down from ten, noting things with his five senses. This was normal for him now. This was why he wanted someone to talk to. Why he wanted his friends to talk to. He could feel his thumbs frantically running across his fingertips, making sure to touch each one. Minutes passed but felt like hours.

Harry was startled from his subpanic state by a hesitant voice, "Do… you want to talk about it? The nightmare?"

His head snapped to the only other person in the room, "Why? So, you use it against me? Humiliate me? Yeah, no thanks…" The Gryffindor let his head rest against the arm of the chair he was in.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "You Gryffindors are so dramatic." Before Harry could protest, he continued, "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, do hereby swear upon my magic to never disclose what Harry James Potter shares with me in this room unless specified by him. So, Mote be it."

Harry could feel the magic swirl around him and connect him to Malfoy, "What the bloody hell did you just do?!" He stood up quickly and made his way to the blonde.

"I made a Wizard's Vow." Malfoy stated, "There's no way you would believe me otherwise. Besides, I can't just let the Saviour of the Wizarding World die on us because he has too many problems, can I?"

Oh, Harry was going to kill him. The sarcasm was evident in the pureblood's voice. He didn't believe Harry an ounce! "You don't believe me!" Harry confronted with a laugh of disbelief.

"Now, now, Potter. If I didn't believe you, would I go this far?"

So going to kill him.

"Fine! Fine. You want to know what's wrong? Buckle up, ferret boy, you're in for a ride."

And so, Harry ranted and raved. He raged about how his friends ignore him, how Dumbledore won't tell him anything, how he's faced death every single goddamn year, how it was his fault Sirius was dead, how he felt like a pawn, felt used, how he never wanted this, how the Dursley's could go fuck themselves because they're whales ("they're whales" "you'd understand if you'd seen them"). The list went on and on. He avoided extremely sensitive topics like his cupboard or the prophecy, but he really released it. To Draco Malfoy. Oh, how the world would crumble if they saw this scene.

When Harry muttered his last grievance of the night with a breath of relief, a door appeared with a pop. Harry looked at Malfoy, at the door, then back to Malfoy before doing the sensible thing. He ran, straight out the door and to the Gryffindor Tower. By the time he arrived at the Tower, the green-eyed boy was out of breath, and he realized it was late. He quickly got ready for bed and lay with the curtains draped. He kept revisiting the whole evening in his head before reaching a resolution in horror, "Oh my god, I just trauma dumped on Draco Malfoy."

He was so dead.