Draco groaned when he woke up the next day, running to the bathroom quickly only to empty his stomach out.

Once he was done getting sick, he walked back out of the bathroom and got his clothes on. Draco brushed his hair, put in Cologne, brushed his teeth, made sure his clothes looked perfect, set his toothbrush down nearly next to his organized toothpaste, and went to breakfast.

Harry was running down the hallways to get to breakfast, resulting in him running into someone. "Oh sorry! Wasn't looking where you was going," Harry told them.

"It's fine potter," he heard Malfoy say.

Oh god.

Harry could melt at the sound of his sexy voice.

"I wasn't paying attention," Malfoy told him as he brushed off his robes to make them neat again.

"Oh, okay," Harry said awkwardly.

"Potter. About that night-"

"Oh yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that," Harry said, excitement in his voice.

"I think we should just forget about it." Malfoy told him. Harry's eyes widened.

"What?" Harry asked.

Draco sighed. "Clearly you were drunk and didn't know it was me. Plus, the press would be all over you if they found out you had sex with death eater Malfoy, so let's forget about it." Malfoy told him.

"Yeah, yeah okay," Harry said quietly, parting ways quickly to the Gryffindor table once the two boys got to the great hall.

Harry sunk into his set and put his head in his arms. "I'm so bloody stupid!"

"Harry, what's the matter?" Hermione asked.

Harry sighed and looked at her. "I had amazing sex with this person I like, and they said to forget about it,"

"Oh Harry I'm sure everything will work out for the best," Hermione told him, rubbing his arm comfortingly.

Harry nodded and started to eat his toast. He looked over at the Slytherin table, where he saw Malfoy at the end of the table is played from everyone else.

Whenever someone was walking by him, they would make a disgusted look. They'd call him names and torment him, and he just takes it. It drove Harry mad.

"Why are they even picking on Malfoy?! He's the one who threw me my wand, risked his life to save me, and got a broken leg from getting people out of reach from death eaters. He's one of the heroes here!" Harry cried. His friends looked at him.

"Mate, that's ferret you're talking about." Ron reminded him. Harry growled.

"I know that!" He snapped. "Look at him! He's just-just sitting there and taking all of it."

"Maybe it doesn't hurt him much," Hermione said quietly. "I saw him at a graveyard, he was at two headstones... For his parents..."

"They died?" Harry gasped. "Oh merlin, he just can't catch a break,"

Harry looked at him worriedly, then returned to his food. "I hope he's okay,"