Halloween was approaching. It had been approximately two weeks since Malfoy kicked Browne's arse. That was honestly great to witness. I was fairly familiar with silent spell casting as well as wandless spell casting. So, I had accio'd Malfoy's wand to him. I don't think he knew it was me, but we had a great time at the party that evening. Neither of us drank, we had that in common. I didn't drink because during the summer I drank too much alcohol, so much that Hermione was forced to bring me to an AA meeting. I hadn't even been drinking for two months yet. Turns out Malfoy had about the same problem, the pressure to fit in as well, so you drink without a reason.

I sighed, getting up from my bed. I'd finished my homework already. I was amazing at most subjects except for Potions, luckily Slughorn was going easy on us. Malfoy wasn't in the room, so, for some reason, I wanted to snoop around his stuff. I had a suspicion.

I picked up one of his books, it was another one about dragons. 'Life to death: How do dragons cope with loss'. Interesting. As I flipped through the pages I could see he had marked things inside, little notes, remarks about paragraphs, a bit like comments on Wattpad. His handwriting was oddly familiar and I immediately recognized it. My suspicion had been confirmed, Draco Malfoy was the man from the diary that I'd been writing notes with. Ever since I saw him go into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, all the pieces of the puzzle fell in place. The same problems, same handwriting, and seen at the place of the crime.

I was scared to approach him and tell him to say the least. I had confessed so many things about my past to him without knowing it and I wasn't sure I wanted him to immediately know who it was. I hadn't told him anything in real life yet. Well, I guess the notes are real life, but you get what I mean. To him, I was still the same boy as before. The question stayed in my mind, haunting my thoughts; Should I tell Draco Malfoy that I'm his mystery friend?

And then there's the other problem. He constantly haunted my thoughts. His soft angular features, his white hair, his gorgeous gray eyes, and especially his smile. He was so angelic. He was everything I wanted in life, an angel sent from above and more. How on earth was I, some stupid guy going to tell him I might like him? Yes, it was true. I might be gay for bloody Draco Malfoy of all people.

My sexuality had always been something I'd suppressed, I'd just not paid any attention to it. All of my friends seemed to know about Dean and Seamus, and although it made Ron uncomfortable, he hid it well and did his best to support them.

I wondered how Malfoy would feel about my being bisexual. Or at least I think that's what they called it. I mean I still liked boobies, but I also liked dick I guess. It felt good admitting it to myself.

"Oh hey Potter.", I heard behind me. I immediately looked up to see Blaise standing in the doorway of our room. "What are you doing with Draco's book?", he asked, coming closer and taking it from my hands. He put it back on top of the pile. "Oh I might be interested in Dragons so I wanted to quickly check it out.", I answered calmly, crossing my arms. He smirked, "If you were really interested in Dragons, they have the same book in the library. Why didn't you just check it out there? Don't you know Draco hates it when people touch his stuff?", Blaise said, crossing his arms as well. He was shorter than me, but that didn't stop him from being intimidating. I was a pretty good liar though, having had years of practice, he better believe me. "Of course, I thought it was easier to see if the book seemed interesting and if I should go get it. I don't think he'd mind that much.", I answered with a smile.

"Well, then you clearly don't know Draco.", Blaise sniggered, eyeing me one last time before stepping out of my room. Finally.

I was honestly scared he was going to tell Malfoy, but what was there to tell? I was checking out the book!

I looked out of my window. I missed the Quidditch Pitch, so many great memories and victories. It had been a while since I had played a match, not even with Ron during the summer. He was grieving and Fred had loved the game too much. It would've been too soon. Maybe I should get my broom and play around with the snitch Dumbledore had left me, just for fun. I could always invite someone to come play with me. So, I put on a sweater, the one Mrs. Weasley had given me, the one with a big 'H' on the front, and some trousers. It was cold in October.

I grabbed my broom and left. My snitch was always in my pocket, I kept it with me like a good luck charm. I ran through the castle towards the gardens, avoiding the stares I was given, and mounted my broom. It was a new one, the latest model. I soared to the sky, it was quicker than any other broom I had ever had. The snitch in my pocket flew around my head and disappeared.

I flew behind it, following it closely. I stretched out my hand and just as I was about to catch it, someone called my name. It surprised me and I fell off my broom, only hanging on with one arm. "Oh sorry! You alright?", Ginny asked, flying towards me. She was also on her broom, wearing her own Weasley sweater. "I'm fine, you scared me.", I answered, getting back onto my broom, "Hey, we're wearing matching outfits!". She laughed as I pointed at our sweaters.

"What were you doing?", she asked. I explained that I wanted to play some Quidditch. It had been such a long time since I had last played and the Pitch hadn't been rebuilt yet. She nodded, "I miss it too. I saw you fly so I thought I'd join you.".

I whistled into the sky, and my Snitch immediately soared back to me, hovering next to me. Ginny seemed impressed. "Oh, I was also wondering what you guys were doing on Halloween. I tried to find Hermione and Ron, but they disappeared. The whole lovey-dovey soul mate thing they have is starting to bother me. I can understand you much better now.", she chuckled as we floated in the air side by side.

I had broken up with Ginny shortly after the war. She had completely agreed with me that we just weren't going to work out and had even confessed to being aromantic.

I smirked, "I think we're having a party in the common room for Halloween, you're free to come of course. Luna is too if she's interested. There's only one rule, you have to have a disguise.", I said, as we lowered to the ground. She nodded with a smile. Then she looked back at the sky. "How about we race to the other side of the castle and back?", she proposed cheekily. I raised a brow, "This is the Nimbus 3000 Sweetheart, you don't stand a chance.", I answered, getting in position. "It's the wizard on the broom, not the broom itself Potter.", Ginny yelled as we soared towards the sky together.

***

My hair was incredibly messy and I did not look forward to brushing it, my clothes were wet and my glasses fogged up because it had started raining and I had my broom in hand. This must've been quite the sight as I walked into my room. Ron had already laughed at my appearance when he saw me in the common room. Even Hermione had secretly giggled. "Merlin's sake, what happened to you?", Malfoy asked me as I placed my glasses on my bedside table. "Quidditch and rain.", I answered, throwing my wet clothes on the floor.

"Ah.", the Slytherin answered, not even looking up from his book as I put on my pajamas and jumped into bed. Then he glanced at me with his silver eyes. "You do realize you still have supper to go to, right?", he questioned. I nodded, "I'm not going. I can't go in my pajamas, it would hurt my reputation. You could always bring something with you for me to eat?", I pleaded with a hopeful grin. He raised a brow, "I'd rather you starve.".

"Well, that's mean. Hadn't expected that from you, Malfoy.", I answered with a sigh as I got out of bed, "Guess, I'll just have to undress again.". He immediately looked up, his face red, "Fine. I'll get you something to eat! Now let me procrastinate in peace!", he scowled, getting up and leaving.

***

He brought me back a sandwich and a bottle of water. I thanked him as he sat opposite me. I immediately started munching on the sandwich, I was so bloody hungry. "I have a question.", Malfoy suddenly said, fidgeting with his hands. I looked up, meeting his stare. I was curious, to say the least. "Can I call you Harry?", he asked. A wide grin plastered itself on my face as I nodded. My name sounded so melodic and sweet and wonderful out of his mouth, I wanted him to say it time after time, again and again. He smiled too. "You can call me Draco then if you'd like.", he said, looking back down at his hands. "Maybe. I'd much rather call you mine.", I answered smugly. I hadn't even planned on saying that, it just sort of came out of my mouth unexpectedly, I was even surprised by my flirtatious attempt.

His eyes widened as his head shot back up. He was either very angry, or he was blushing. If I hadn't known better I'd have picked the second one. Then his expression relaxed, and he looked back down. "Well then maybe you should.", he mumbled. Now it was my turn to turn as red as a Weasley's hair. It was then that I saw the playful smirk on his face. "We should get to bed.", he said, "It's getting late.".

I nodded, going into the bathroom to brush my teeth and put on my pajamas. He did the same thing when I was done. Then we just lay in our bed.

I stared at the ceiling. Today had been a nice day. It had been nice to finally play Quidditch again and it actually gave me a few ideas. I wondered if perhaps with a few other eighth years, we could rebuild the Pitch. It would mean that the annual Quidditch House competition would be back, but perhaps I could make some changes. What if we re-invented the teams? What if instead of house competition, it was house unity? What if... teams played together? Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw against Gryffindor and Slytherin for example. What if the eighth years had their own team?

A smile appeared on my face just thinking about how this could bring people together, this might just be what some students needed after the war. I'd propose it to McGonagall after Halloween.

The other thing that was on my mind was Malfoy... or Draco. I would've never guessed it would come from him to move to a first-name basis. Until now most efforts had been on my part, maybe helping him with his nightmares was a good thing I did. I guess this meant we were friends, right? That made me happy as far as I could call myself happy at least. The pain, the guilt, the shame I felt would never go away, I knew that, but at least the little things like this could make me forget about them for a while.

The only thing I was worried about were my other friends' reactions. I knew Hermione would understand, she always did, she'd never be able to be friends with Draco herself, but she understood why I was.

Ron on the other hand was angry too, angry at every single person who could be even the slightest bit responsible for his brother's death, but he'd understand over time. He knew that it wasn't Draco's fault specifically, he just didn't like him.

Ginny would be angry. Very angry. She blamed Draco most of all. I think that is because the rest of the death eaters were in jail, he's too young to go. She blames him because he's still with us while Fred can't be.

Neville and Luna would forgive me, maybe forgive him too, but they would never forget. They might just be the most gentle and kind and forgiving people I knew, but Draco really was terrible to them. After all that has happened to them, the bullying was just icing on the cake.

I sighed, turning onto my side. I'd tell them tomorrow. I just hoped it would go well, but I didn't have much hope left in me.