Harry froze, horror welling up inside him. But Malfoy turned and smiled fondly, softening his face even more in a way that made Harry's insides twist in a way they never had before. He was sort of looking in the vague direction of where Harry was sitting.

"I know you're there Harry, you don't have to hide, I'm not angry I promise."

Harry's eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline, he was so stunned he had absolutely no idea of how to react. But Malfoy just shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck and licked his lips, eyes looking around the empty air hopefully in front of him. He seemed almost vulnerable, not like he'd caught someone spying on him at all. So Harry went against his better judgement, attempted to scrub some of the tears off of his face, then pulled off the invisibility cloak so it pooled beside him on the floor. "How did you know?" he asked a little pathetically.

But Malfoy gave him another sympathetic smile. "The door Harry," he said with a roll of his eyes. "It never did that before, the way it swings back on me when I come inside, and, well-" He grinned. "You're not exactly as quiet as you think you are."

Harry rubbed his face some more and sniffed, trying to shake off his upset. "And you guessed it was me?"

Malfoy nodded and swung a long leg over his stool. "Not many idiots around here with an invisibility cloak," he said. "Especially not ones that like to follow me around."

Harry managed to laugh, which he thought was quite impressive all things considered. But then he fixed Malfoy with a frown and huffed. "Why aren't you mad?" he asked. "And why are you calling me Harry?"

Draco shrugged again. "It's your name isn't it? And, well, I guess it was just nice to know someone wanted to listen to me. I mean, why else would you come back every day?"

Harry studied his hands in his lap and felt rather stupid. "I do like it," he said. "It is pretty weird though, listening in secret. I'm sorry Malfoy."

"Don't be," said Malfoy. "And you can call me Draco if you want. I don't want to be enemies anymore."

Harry swallowed and looked up at him. "Me either," he said with surprising ease. "You know coming here has been the only thing that's made returning back to school worth it? I mean, I'm feeling alright about the other stuff now. But your playing, I don't know, it just...it...helped."

He couldn't believe what he was admitting to Malfoy – Draco – but the words were just sort of pouring out. Draco for his part though simply nodded in understanding. "It does help," he said after a stretch of silence. "It calms me down."

Harry licked his lips. "What's that last one you always play?" he asked, burning to know.

Draco looked pleased at being asked, and Harry didn't question how happy that made him too. "Piano Sonata Number 14 in C Sharp Minor," Draco replied automatically. "More popularly known as the Moonlight Sonata. It's by a Muggle composer called Beethoven."

"A Muggle?" Harry repeated in surprise.

Draco picked at his fingernails and swallowed. "I know," he said quietly. "But it's my favourite."

Harry felt the need to be closer, to assure him, so without over-thinking it, he stood and perched on the end of the stool. "That's okay," he insisted, not wanting to make a fuss over this statement even though it was a huge step forward for Draco as far as he was concerned. "It's my favourite too."

"Then why were you crying?" Draco teased, and Harry shoved his knee gently.

"Was not," he shot back.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh?"

Harry grumbled but he eventually graced Draco with a sheepish smile. "Because that's always your last one, and, I don't know, I just feel so content here, and it's so beautiful but sad. I guess maybe I wanted to put the real world off for a little while longer."

Draco studied him, but strangely Harry didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead he touched his fingers very lightly to Harry's thigh, sending shivers down his spine. "It doesn't have to end yet," he said. "Do you want me to show you some more of what I do?"