The curtains shaded the sun from directly shining into their room, thank fully for Harry. He wasn't too used to sunlight or it's possible damaging effects. The weathered carpet was a tan color, but Harry wasn't it sure it was that color when it was put down. Draco was simply smirking, as Harry was doing another take on the room, then turned his eyes back to Draco. Even in the dark room, Draco shone, his blonde hair was pushed to the side and he looked worn, but a handsome kind of worn. Harry felt nothing towards him, but a twinge of envy.

The light reflected off of Harry's eyes, going in and out of focus. Draco confusedly waved a hand in front of his face, grasping his attention, once again. "Our business is your prophesied future." Draco said, smirk growing on his face.

Obviously, his intents weren't completely altruistic, but being forced to aid a criminal was better than being forced back into his home, under the stairs. "And this prophesied future includes?" Harry asked, raising a brow and growing increasingly intrigued in the fact that, according to Draco, he was important for a cause.

Draco's smirk grew, again, and he spoke lowly. "The child that was a choice, but untouched would become the second Dark Lord." Draco said firmly, smirk escaping his face and he peered around, on high alert.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, once again, but Harry cut him off. "Yeah, I don't believe I'm going to want to fit what has been prophesied." Harry said, firmly, making sure his face was in a stern and certain expression.

"Blimey, stop being stubborn and allow me to continue my explanation. I'm certain you won't be able to be a hatred-motivated person, who kills for fun and feeds on power, but I didn't come here to aid in the creation of another V-Dark Lord." Draco stated firmly, sneering at Harry. Unlike Goyle, Harry clearly did not respect Draco and didn't even seem affected by Draco's sneer. "I'm going to keep an eye on you and—"

"Teach me magic?" Harry cut off, happily smiling. He looks quite nice when he smiles. Draco though, but shook it off to correct the boy.

Draco looked confusedly at him, slight anger in his eyes because Harry had cut him off, but Harry just innocently grinned and looked hopefully at Draco. "No. No! I will not be teaching the possibly future Voldemort magic, you git!" Draco snapped and seemed infuriated by the assumption, but then his eyes widened and he gulped. Harry tilted his head and Draco didn't look back at him, but pushed past him, knocking him back a step, to stride to the window, covered by solid gray curtains, and lock it, hands visibly trembling. Harry felt his heart being crushed because of how scared the boy was and he followed Draco's action, putting the weak metal lock on the wooden door, that lead to the hallway.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air, choking out everyone in it. Draco was still shaking by the window and Harry was simply watch his every small tremor or move. "Er—Draco, why do you seem like you've just seen a dementor that's going to give you the dementor's kiss?" Harry asked, jokingly, but Draco turned and didn't seem to find it very funny.

Draco faced him, his pale skin wrinkling as he furrowed his brow. Harry dug his toes into the carpet and tried to focus his attention to an old alarm clock, sitting on the nightstand in between their beds. It was covered in dust, or dead skin cells, and the two bells didn't appear like they'd work too well. "Dementors...how do you know of dementors?" Draco asked, his voice still shaky, but there was an angry and annoyed undertone.

"Why wouldn't I know of dementors? My neighbor used to give me books, some including Azkaban and dementors." Harry said, in a voice that made it sound like it was an obvious thing to know of. "You're taking it so serious. It's only a work of fiction."

The uncomfortable air was now gone and replaced by one that suffocated it's surroundings with annoyance and infuriation. "Dementors, Azkaban, its all real, Potter!" Draco yelled, grasping the sleeve of his shirt and pulling it, to reveal a dark mark. To Harry it was simply a tattoo, but to Draco it was a painful reminder of his life since sixth year. Harry shrugged and Draco completely lost his temper, grabbing his wand from his pocket and pointing it at Harry, who didn't send fazed. He'd seen the power the wand he'd found could do and it wasn't anything special. "Avada Ke-Ke-" Draco stuttered, tears filling his eyes, before he dropped his wand. He didn't mean to, but his emotions overwhelmed him. How could he take in such a prat? Harry still didn't seem fazed, slightly guilty, but not fearful. This angered Draco even more! He couldn't understand how the git could be so relaxed. Harry had shown that he knew certain things about the Wizarding World, so why didn't he seem like he cared?

Harry took a small step, bending down, and grabbing the wand. It felt different then the one he'd found, but had the same basic structure. He stood, handing it to the blonde boy, who was shocked at his reaction. Draco's hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, but Harry had taken a liking to him. Enough to possibly consider him a friend. "The Killing Curse, huh?" Harry asked, sighing. Maybe Draco didn't think the same way as he did, but Harry had gotten good at reading people and was sure that he wouldn't follow through with it. "Brilliant way to make friends." Harry said, laughing at his own sarcastic comment and seeing Draco's angry expression calm, reassuring Harry he'd read the boy right.