Harry didn't stop walking until he reached their room. He sat on his side of the bed in a little ball silently shaking for five minutes.

Malfoy touched his shoulder gently. "Potter? Are you alright?"

Harry lifted his head and nodded calmly. "That never happened."

"Potter were you really..." Malfoy couldn't seem to bring himself to finish the sentence.

"Yes," Harry said shortly. Then he sighed. "I didn't want to tell anyone, but Hermione always knows when something's wrong, and she told Ron, and they eventually slipped Veritaserum into my drink and made me tell them."

"That's awful!" Malfoy looked outraged. "They're your best friends! How could they?"

Harry sighed. "It's alright. I was mad too, but I got over it. I made them swear never to speak of it, or tell anyone. It was a secret I was going to take to my grave."

Harry drops his head in his hand, miserable. "And now you're gonna tell the whole school."

"Why would I do that?"

Harry's head snapped up to stare at Malfoy. "What do you mean? Of course you would. You hate me."

"Harry." Malfoy gave him a look. "You're not the only one with a tough childhood. I understand. I'm not gonna tell anyone."

Harry smiled. "Thanks, Malfoy."

Malfoy nodded, and Harry laid back on the bed, and quickly fell asleep, despite it being morning.
Harry didn't notice two things.

First, he didn't notice Malfoy had called him Harry.

Second, he didn't see the burning rage Malfoy had in his eyes for Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley Dursley.

The Dursleys, of number 4 Privet Drive, had no idea who they had messed with.

Hey guys! I'm going to be away for a few days, so consider this a parting gift. I'll be back either Sunday or Monday. Thanks so much for reading!! Love you guys!
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