Draco wandered through the corridors, For no reason in particular... He just needed to sort out his mind.

Even though it was three in the morning... and if he were caught he'd be in deep shit.

He always wondered that; why the hell did they let him back into Hogwarts? After all he's done? After him being a Death Eater-

He paused, looking to his left, his thoughts shortened as he noticed a door he's never noticed there before.

Furrowing his brows, he opened the door, immediately recognizing the room.

The room of requirement.

He remembered, this was the room Harry saved him from the fire.

Merlin, Potter is an idiot. All  I did was fuck up his life. Why the fuck did he save me?

Draco looked around the room, realizing the only thing in it was a single mirror, which stood in the middle of the large room.

He slowly made his way up to it, his brows furrowing when he saw the reflection.

In the reflection he saw Harry, by his side. But they were holding hands... his dark mark missing.

He turned his head, Harry wasn't there, and... he glanced down at his arm, the same, ugly tattoo still covering his forearm.

He backed away slowly, what the fuck?

He looked back, seeing the same image.

Shaking his head, he quickly made his way out of the room, and headed back to the Slytherin dungeons, his heart pounding.

Harry furrowed his brows from the corner he stood in, his invisibility cloak protecting him from being seen.

He was looking at the Marauders map when he saw Draco's name enter the room of requirement.

What could Draco possibly need in there? And why did he seem so... Scared?

It was too late to figure out, as the door had already disappeared.

Harry sighed and quickly scurried back to the Gryffindor tower, careful he wouldn't get caught.

God, I can't wait until Christmas break is over. He thought to himself, me being alone like this is driving me bonkers...

*

"Harry!" Professor McGonagall called, her hurried steps quickly catching up to the raven-haired boy.

Harry turned around, looking up at the professor, "Yes, Professor?" He asked.

She sighed quietly, "The staff and I have recently been noticing you... you being off." She stuttered, trying to find the right words, "We've also been noticing your terrible eating and sleeping habits... Harry, is there something wrong?"

Harry's heart sank, was he really that obvious?

"No, professor, there's no need to worry." Harry faked a smile, "I've just been having a few bad dreams, and I haven't got much of an appetite lately. I'll try to eat and sleep more," Harry lied. He just didn't feel like dealing with people right now.
Not that Professor McGonagall was a bad Professor or anything, he just felt too emotionally drained to deal with actually communicating, let alone being so much as near another person.

McGonagall, of course, could see right past his little façade, but she could also see he just wanted to be left alone, "Alright, Harry. If you start eating and sleeping more I promise not to bother you with it again, just try and keep yourself healthy. Classes are going to start soon, and you'll need your strength to get up early, and deal with all the other students." McGonagall lectured.

Harry sighed, "Yes, Professor," he replied, turning around, "I'll try." He finished as he began walking towards the library, leaving Professor McGonagall to her thoughts.

*

Draco visited the room of requirement once again, seeing the same reflection, except Harry seemed to be closer to him.

Draco weaved a hand through his blond hair as he teared his gaze away from the mirror, what the hell is wrong with me?

Everytime he looked into that mirror he just hated himself more and more, Yet he couldn't stop looking. He felt his heart tug in some unknown direction he had yet to figure out each time he glanced at him and Harry's linked hands.

He shook his head, taking one last glance before leaving the room, only to run into something invisible the moment he walked out the door.

"What the bloody hell was that?" He mumbled to himself, noticing half a leg sticking out from... nothing.

Draco furrowed his brows in confusion, before he rolled his eyes in realization.

He ripped the invisibility cloak off Harry, glaring down at the boy, who was now rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Ever learn to mind your own business, Potter?" Draco snapped, "what? Did you think I was making some sort of 'secret Death Eaters call?' "

When Harry didn't meet eye contact, Draco's heart sunk, his features softening.

"You did." He whispered, more to himself than Harry.

Harry sighed, standing up, "well, you could never be too sure."

Draco immediately threw a sharp glare at Harry, "I'd never." Draco snarled, "I didn't even want to be a Death Eater to begin with. It was forced upon me. Why the fuck would I willingly go back to that shithole?"

Harry winced at his harshness, but shrugged at his question. He knew he hurt Draco, and he knew he should've minded his own business.

Draco scowled, and right when he was about to leave, he heard footsteps coming their way.

"Shit." Harry whispered, "quick, get under the cloak." He ordered, draping it around his back.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not getting into a cramped space with you." Draco scoffed.

"Draco," Harry surprised both of them with the use of Draco's first name, but continued, "they'll for sure expell you from Hogwarts. You're lucky they even let you back in after all you've done, so get under the fucking cloak."

Draco scowled at Harry but quickly scurried under the cloak, his back pushed against the cobble wall, and Harry pushed against Draco.

As soon as Harry's chest pushed against Draco's, butterflies erupted throughout Draco, and he was mentally thanking whatever god out there that it was too dark to see his faint blush.

Harry kept still, his hands on either side of Draco's head to keep the cloak from falling off them as he tried to ignore how close they were to eachother.

And how fucking muscular Draco-

No.

Harry, you aren't fucking gay.

Harry turned his head from over his shoulder, his nose just barely brushing against Draco's, which caused him to blush lightly as he turned his head back over his shoulder, awaiting for the person to walk by.

He watched professor Dumbledore walk by them, turning around the corner, onto the other corridor.

"Okay. We can move now." Draco commented. Although secretly he didn't want to.

"Not yet. Wait till we cant hear the footsteps anymore." Harry whispered sharply.

They stood there quietly, the only sound that could be heard were their faint breaths.

As soon as they could no longer hear Dumbledore's footsteps, Harry reluctantly moved away from Draco, but Draco grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving.

Harry was confused at first, until he felt a soft pair of lips against his own.

He was too shocked to kiss back- and Draco broke the kiss not even two seconds in, pushing past Harry.

They didnt share any other words that night, they just went their seperate ways, towards their common rooms.

Harry just as confused as Draco.

•••

I'm such an idiot.
I shouldn't of done that.
I regret it.

But... it felt so... right.

No- no it did not.
Dont say that.