A/N I may, possibly write another chapter. I'm not sure. Let me know what you think! I don't own anything. Again.

Divination Room.

Everyday since the mirror escapade, Draco couldn't help but pay more attention to Harry. And Harry was beginning to notice.

Malfoy has an absolutely horrible poker face. We can all tell he's scheming. So what, he got bored and wants to start something that'll bring him attention? Hermione's probably right, I should hang tight to my wand. It's always me he wants to humiliate. You never know what'll go down. I've kinda grown accustomed to it.

It had been two weeks since Draco became acquainted with these newly found emotions. And he couldn't stand them anymore. No, he couldn't stand not acting on them. In a sudden rush of adrenaline, Draco scribbled a quick note and sent it to the Gryffindor. Clearly, he hadn't thought this through long enough to realize that it was lunchtime and everyone gathered in the Dining Hall couldn't help but look slightly suspicious when Draco Malfoy's owl dropped a small piece of paper in front of Harry Potter.

To Draco's surprise, Harry calmly pocketed the note and continued to finish his meal. Draco certainly had expected more of a reaction, but was pleased that everybody else soon lost interest in the matter at hand. That is of course, Hermione, who began to look increasingly frustrated, the longer Harry ignored the letter. Though Harry seemed quite content with his decision, he could feel the paper burning a hole in his pocket.

Oh, I knew this was going to happen. Another duel, perhaps? The longer I put off reading it, the longer I can put off Malfoy's stupid challenge. Probably.

But, that night, temptation took over and Harry took out the Slytherin's note.

~Meet me in the Divination Classroom. Midnight.~

Harry had always been the curious type. Needless to say, he went.

"Potter." Draco tried to sound as normal, and unfazed as possible, as Harry opened the trap door. Secretly, his heart was racing.

"Malfoy. What do you want?"

"I'm not exactly sure, to be honest."

"Since when do you care about honesty."

"Don't have to be such a prat, Potter. I just wanted to apologize for landing you in the hospital wing after that last Quidditch game. I was just so mad, I lost control, and well, you know the rest."

Harry stared in disbelief. "...Uhm, I have a feeling you've been hit in the head with something. Something hard. Either that, or this is all set-up. What do you really want from me, Malfoy?"

Draco noticed Harry clinging desperately onto his wand. He loosed his own grip to show the Gryffindor that he wasn't going to try anything. "I can't believe you won't accept my apology. Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? I even got you this bloody Treacle tart. But, I guess there's no use for it now. If you're not gonna believe anything I say."

"Alright, Draco. Apology accepted. Happy? Now, let me have that Treacle Tart!"

Harry had clearly noticed Draco let go of his wand. And the mention of Treacle tart? How'd the Slytherin know that was his weakness? But, what really made him realize that Draco truly wasn't going to try and hex him into oblivion, was the look in his eyes. Instead of their usual cold, stoney appearance, they looked warm and caring. Sure, it was weird, but Harry preferred them that way.

He called me Draco.

"Right there," Draco pointed to a small round table surrounded by three chintz armchairs. There was a large Treacle tart with dollops of cream sitting in the middle.

The two of them sat opposite each other. Harry couldn't help but notice the way Draco's face was illuminated by the crimson light gave off by the fireplace. He was literally seeing him in a new light. And he liked it. The once tough, menacing and cold Slytherin looked lonely and helpless.

As Draco looked up from the tart, he caught Harry's eye.

"I'm sorry."

"You already apologized, Draco. It's okay. Really."

"No, Harry. For everything," he said, tears welled up in his eyes. Draco couldn't keep his feelings bottled up any longer. "I never wanted this life I was forced into. I'm sorry for the things I had to do to keep my parents happy. It's just so hard. My family are Death Eaters. It was so easy to hate you. You had it all. You're 'The Chosen One'. Everyone likes you.. -"

"It's going to be alright, Draco," Harry cut him off. He got up and sat next to him. He had no idea what to say, but he knew Draco needed consoling. He put his arm around the tall, slender boy and let him calm down.

Harry felt so safe here. Here with Draco. He felt something he hadn't felt before. It was a good feeling. Warm and genuine. He lifted Draco's pale face with one hand and gently wiped his tear-stained cheeks. Draco couldn't help but give Harry a shy smile before leaning in and placing a slow, tender kiss upon his perfect lips.

In this moment, Harry realized he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. "Nobody's ever looked at me the way you just did," Harry whispered and pulled Draco closer to him. Draco purred in response as he nuzzled in the crook of Harry's neck.