Draco Malfoy was a very strange person. I didn't quite like him because he was a death eater, but at the same time, I couldn't stop thinking about him. His smile was all I could think about, it was so pure. I didn't know how else to describe it. Sometimes I wondered how my life would've turned out if I'd accepted his friendship in our first year. Man, he was a prat back then. Actually, he was a prat for a long time, until perhaps our fifth year. That's the moment our bickering lessened quite a bit. I mean, he did rat us out to Umbridge and shit, but we didn't directly communicate. I also noticed that, well, it's a bit embarrassing to say, but in our third year, Malfoy got hit by puberty like a bus! Damn, I mean he was fine. Actually, way more than fine. I slapped myself on the head, I wasn't supposed to think things like this about him, his 'beauty' wasn't going to change my feelings towards him. And my feelings were more than negative!

My new dorm room looked quite like the one I shared with Neville, but with lesser plants, lesser bugs, and a Slytherin sleeping meters away from me. I sighed, staring out of our window. I had a view over the Quidditch Pitch, or well, what used to be the Quidditch Pitch, all that was left now was a wooden pile of debris. I sighed, turning back to my room. On Malfoy's side of the room, there was a bunch of stuff, posters for example about numerous amounts of potions I'd never heard of, and Quidditch teams, and a bunch of books on his bedside table. His sheets looked like they hadn't been slept in for days. He was so bloody tidy.  I sighed, leaving the room to go to lunch.

***

"Hey Harry, how did it go?", Hermione asked. I'd told her and Ron about the room change earlier that day during a class. "Fine. It's got a nice view.", I answered, chewing on my potatoes. Ron frowned, "I don't think that's what she meant mate.". Hermione slapped him on the back of the head but didn't deny it. I chuckled, "It was fine. We agreed to stay out of each other's way and that's that.", I said as Ginny joined our group. 

"Hey guys, what are you talking about?", she asked, taking a bunch of food and stuffing them in her pocket. "Harry was just telling us what it's like sharing a room with Malfoy.", Ron answered, stuffing more and more chicken in his mouth. God, I don't even know where he put it all, surely his stomach wasn't big enough. Ginny gasped and looked at me with a look that screamed 'Spill'. So again, I explained that nothing happened other than a truce agreement. However, even this seemed to surprise them. "Are you sure, Harry? That really doesn't sound like the Malfoy we know.", Hermione worriedly commented. I shrugged, "Perhaps we don't know him that well then.", I said. That was the end of that subject, well after a few weird looks from Ginny and Ron at least. 

I think they tried to change it as quickly as they could, they'd noticed my mood had improved and didn't want to upset me. The reason I was feeling a bit more cheerful was because of that person I was talking to. It felt great to vent to someone, even though it was just through passing notes in a diary. 

That morning, just before going to unpack my stuff, I'd passed by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Thanks for the advice! I'll definitely try it, I'll let you know if it works even the slightest. I'm actually pretty excited about sharing things with you even though you could be anyone. I think that adds to the excitement, 'the mystery'. It feels dangerous though, I mean I know for a fact that if anyone knew who I was, I would be the topic of another scandal. You sound like you have the same problem. If you need to vent, I'm here for you.

I remembered smiling after reading it, whoever it was they felt as cheerful as I did. So, as always I wrote my answer on the next page and hoped to get a response soon.

"Hey, I was wondering if you guys wanted to come to Hogsmeade with me and Luna this weekend. It'll be the first one of the year, so we thought we could all go together.", Ginny proposed, interrupting my thoughts. Hermione and Ron smiled, immediately stating they'd come, then they all looked at me. I stared back, not sure why they were all looking at me like that. "Are you coming?", Ginny repeated to which I raised a brow. "Of course I am, why wouldn't I go to Hogsmeade with my best friends!", I grinned. Ron patted me on the back, a look of relief falling onto each one of their faces as I chuckled.

***

Ginny had had a rough time after the war. After losing Fred, all the Weasley's were quite, well, miserable of course, with the exception of Ginny. She wasn't sad, she just ignored his death. She talked about him as if he was still here as if he wasn't dead, but every time someone brought it up, she'd become violent. Violence was very not  Ginny, she was against it, yet even the slightest mention of her favorite brother could start a fight. George on the other hand had been very depressed at first, then he'd realized there was no use in being sad. So, he decided to continue his and Fred's business in Diagon Alley, and commemorate him by pulling twice as many pranks on people and twice as epic. I guess those really cheered up the rest of the family, to see their remaining twin deal with it in a healthy way. Ginny didn't quite recover like them. But then again, would any one of them really recover? They wouldn't, which was perfectly normal. I missed Fred too, every day. Just as much as I missed Serius, Remus, and Cedric, and my parents and everyone else I'd lost. That reminds me, I should write a letter to Teddy, my godson. So I did, I went to write him a letter just before classes started again, planning to post it afterward.

***

I really was trying in class, I was doing my absolute best, but for some reason, even that wasn't enough. I was great at magic, I knew that, but I wasn't being challenged enough. I was very much challenged in Potions though, that was very rough. Who knew they could be this hard without Snape's magical help? God, I even missed him. Thinking of all these deaths, really brought me down, I needed to distract myself, otherwise...otherwise, I was scared I'd hurt myself.

I had a history of self-harm, not a big one, but one nonetheless. During the summer, I felt weird in my skin, my scar didn't hurt anymore, and my nightmares and visions were gone. I guess I was so used to the pain that I started inflicting it on myself. It actually helped me with sleeping sometimes if I'd hurt myself right before going to bed. After a while, Ron found out and knocked some sense into my head. I was reluctant to stop at first, I was addicted, but he slowly helped me through it and now I try not to hurt myself anymore. I get urges though, whenever I was feeling sad and depressed, I'd get an urge, so I could be able to feel better. At moments like that, it was important to distract me.

I turned to Ron, who was sitting next to me and class, and told him about the urges. He always found a way to distract me. He smiled, changing the subject, "You've been really bloody cheerful lately, it's actually pretty annoying mate. Who's got you riled up like that?", he grinned, trying to chop up the Jutro beans. Ron could be the most oblivious sometimes, but there were moments where he knew things you'd never guessed he'd know. "How'd you know mate?", I asked, smiling back at him. I added the beans to our potion to which it turned green. "Trelawney said I had the power of the mighty eye or something. Anyways, who is it?", he chuckled, nudging me gently from the side. I sighed, "Well, I'm not sure.". He raised a brow and stopped what he was doing to look at me then he slowly started smirking, "You bloody player!", he started loudly saying. Our classmates started to look up and see what the noise was all about, luckily Slughorn was almost deaf. "Shut it you ginger. I don't need everyone to know!", I laughed back, "But in all honesty, I am pretty amazing aren't I?". I started striking poses to which he started cackling like a bloody chicken. He then put the wrong ingredient in our potion causing it to explode on me.

***

After classes, I rushed to my room as fast as I could to change clothes. Walking around in a school uniform with blue goo all over you wasn't the most comfortable. When I arrived at my new room, I was met with the Slytherin. Malfoy was reading some book about dragons on his bed. I didn't pay much attention to him as I started to undress, but then I noticed him glancing at me when I was standing in my boxers. Some blue goo was still hanging all over me, tangled up in my hair. He must be laughing so hard in that little intelligent pesty beautiful head of his. "What are you reading?", I asked nonchalantly, leaning against the pillar of my bed. He lifted his eyes to look at me. I don't think I'd ever seen a redder face as he seemed to scan my body with his eyes. This. Was. Fun. I'd never found it fun to tease people, but boy was it fun to tease Draco Malfoy. "It's, Uhm, it's called 'The history of the Večer dragon'. It's very interesting.", he mumbled, gripping his book tightly. I moved closer, pretending to lean over his shoulder to look at the book. "Charlie Weasley works with dragons, if you're interested I could ask him for some books?", I answered calmly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he looked back at his book and said: "You stink. Go get a shower before you get your goo all over my bed sheets.". I smirked, sighing deeply, then I thought of something funny to do. Or at least it was funny in my head, it might've turned out a bit different than I thought. I leaned in and whispered into his ear, making his face turn as red as Ron's hair. I never thought I could make someone as annoyed and angry as that, but boy did I love it. Then I just turned around towards our shared bathroom. When I came back into the room after our shower, Malfoy was very much gone.