Harry's POV

I was exhausted. But I still had one more class and then dinner. Potions had become a favorite class of mine.

It was the only class where Slughorn could care less about who anyone in the class was and more about who did the best at getting the potion right.

We were learning about elixirs and relaxers in class today. I had my notes from last class already on my desk.

I just had an inkling of a feeling that the rest of the night would be exciting. After all, something always goes crazy when there are night time classes.

I had some prior knowledge since we used relaxers whenever we were injured in quidditch games.

Seamus, Dean and Neville arrived and sat at the table with me.

I'd just finished eating an apple when Slughorn appeared from the supply closet holding up a bunch of tubes filled with colorful liquids.

"Good evening everyone!" Professor Slughorn set down the tubes on the main station at the front of the room. "As discussed in last class, we will be going over elixirs and relaxers. Then, since Madame Pomphrey has asked, we will brew some dreamless sleep relaxer for the hospital wing."

I listened as Slughorn spoke but I couldn't help but overhear Dean and Seamus muttering about me.

They clearly still hated me, even though sharing the 8th year dorm space seemed to keep things personal. Neville was fine though. He was taking the neatest notes I had ever seen with a muggle notebook and pen.

I was starting to stare off into space when a familiar redhead walked in. Ginny was hand in hand with Ernie Macmillan, hufflepuff. I don't know who was more surprised, me or Ron. No one said anything, not even a remark from Slughorn about being late, they just sat down in the corner of the room together.

I wasn't surprised. She'd been seen coming out of the 8th year dorms this morning and I couldn't care less. I figured it would be Adrian Pucey or Justin Finch-Fletchley, they're far more attractive.

I began to take notes when Slughorn went in depth about how too much of certain ingredients could cause permanent sleep, the bad kind. Neville perked up at the mention of working in the greenhouse to harvest the freshest ingredients for the potions.

After class, which was two hours of trial and error, Neville and I headed to the dorms to drop off our stuff before heading to the dining hall.

It was quiet for this time of night. Dinner tonight was Italian food. Pasta bowls, pizzas and breadsticks littered the tables.

Neville and I ate quietly, not wanting to bother anyone.

I left dinner early, Neville was going out on a walk with Luna before we had Divination at midnight.

I wanted to take a quick nap beforehand so I took a quick shower and headed to the dorm room with a towel wrapped around my waist.

I did not expect anyone to be in the dorm, and I did not expect it to be Draco Malfoy.

I nearly collided with him when I walked in.

He was shirtless but had on a pair of muggle sweatpants, and he was holding his wand defensively in front of him.

"Oh, it's just you Potter," Draco muttered.

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be in here."

I walked over to my area of the dorms, taking out some clean clothes from my trunk.

I looked over at Draco, who was facing his trunk and rummaging through it.

I quickly dropped my towel and began to get dressed.