This was wrong. This was so very wrong; but it wasn't at the same time. Draco Malfoy woke up the following morning with a heavy weight against his chest. When he opened his eyes, he found none other than Harry Potter wrapped around his torso. Harry's dark hair was messy, and his lips were slightly parted as his head was tilted upwards. He looked free of worries, and at peace. It brought a smile to Draco's face.

"What're you doing to me, Potter?" He whispered, slowly running his pale fingers through Harry's dark strands. His hair felt greasy, and Draco wondered when the last time the boy had taken a shower was. He didn't smell, but his hair certainly didn't feel clean. Regardless, he kept running his fingers through the soft strands.

Harry huffed out a sleepy breath, and inched closer to Draco, leaning into his touch. Draco couldn't help but let out another smile. As soon as he stopped the motion of his hand, Harry's green eyes shot open and he stared up at Malfoy in a dreamy state.

"Mmm." He murmured, and then when his eyes focused a bit better, he noticed the platinum blond hair of his old Slytherin enemy. "Malfoy, why're you here?"

"Merlin, Potter, it's the same question with you every day. I'm here because you wanted me here. Sometimes, I swear you've got a memory infirmity." Draco stated, sitting up slowly, causing Harry to sit up and blush, crossing his arms over his clothed chest.

"You carried me here last night, didn't you?" He asked, and Draco nodded slowly, stretching out his long legs.

"Didn't feel right leaving you to be trampled over in the corridor. That'd surely be the talk of the century: Harry Potter, a floor mat." Draco admitted.

"Well, thank you." Harry said, offering a smile to the blond.

"Any time." Malfoy smiled, a real, genuine smile. "Honestly, I'd probably pick you up any time you needed me." And Draco didn't know why he'd just said that, but he did, and it had brought an even greater smile to Harry's face.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've got a crush on me, Malfoy." Harry smirked, and Malfoy's grey eyes widened.

"Definitely not, Potter. You wish, but definitely not." Draco said, although deep within the pit of his stomach, he felt a darkness spreading.

He hated Harry Potter. He hated the way that stupid wizard with his stupid dark hair and mesmerizing green eyes was such a big part of his life. He hated it, but he really didn't.

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The Golden Trio was sitting together in the Gryffindor Common Room that evening when a thought occurred in Harry's head. Draco Malfoy had been ridiculously nice to him as of recent, and Harry couldn't help but grow suspicious that maybe the blond boy wanted something.

"So, you spent the night in Madam Pomfrey's again." Ron stated, glancing towards his friend before continuing on with his Astronomy homework.

"Yeah, I- when I was heading back to the Common Room, I fainted. When I woke up, I was in the hospital wing again." Harry said, not wanting to go into detail on just who had taken him to the hospital wing. Whatever was going on between Harry and Malfoy, it was none of Ron or Hermione's business.

"That's so odd, Harry. Are you sure you've been eating? Showering? To be honest, you look terrible." Hermione stated, staring at him from head to toe.

"I actually think I could go for a shower." Harry admitted, and Ron let out a laugh.

"Good on you! I didn't wanna say it, but your hair honestly looks greasier than that muggle restaurant McDonalds' french fries. Honestly, why do they call them french fries? They're not even French!" Ron exclaimed, seeming very upset over the title of a food.

"Wow, way to make me feel special, Ron." Harry rolled his eyes, and continued on with his Potions homework. The class was honestly so much easier now that Snape wasn't teaching; even though he'd never teach again seeing as he was dead, and now Harry couldn't stop thinking of his death.

He shivered, and tried to make the memory disappear so as not to distract himself from the very important essay at hand. It was due the next day, and because Harry had been so caught up in Malfoy and the hospital over the past few days, he'd neglected to even start it. Just when he'd gotten the memory to surpass, the portrait hole to the Common Room opened with a bang, causing Harry to glance up.

His eyes met none other than those of Ginny Weasley, who had been previously distracted in some inside joke with two other seventh year girls. When they finally looked away from each other, Ginny made her way towards the dorms, and Harry stared back down at his scroll.

"You really should talk to her." Hermione insisted, and Harry let out a sigh.

"I honestly have nothing to say. When I have something to say, I'll speak." And with that, he packed up his school supplies and got ready for a shower. Ron and Hermione remained in the Common Room a bit longer, conversing quietly over just what the hell was going on with their best friend. Obviously, the war had taken a deep twist on the boy, but seemed to be getting worse every day. With time came peace, but that didn't seem to be the case for Harry.

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It was later that night when Harry entered his dorm room, towel drying his hair that he found a very angry Ron sitting at the foot of his bed.

"Alright, mate?" Harry asked, throwing his towel off to the side as he did up the buttons on his pajama shirt.

"Does it bloody look like I'm alright?" Ron snarled, and that was when Harry came to the conclusion that Ron was mad at him.

"Er, no?"

"How right you are, Harry. While you were taking that awfully long shower, probably bathing weeks of grime and sorrow off your body, Hermione and I were having a chat. In this talk, I began to wonder something: why are you so keen on not speaking to my sister? The breakup broke her heart too, you know." Ron asked, seemingly more agitated than angry now.

Harry frowned, and took a seat beside his mate on the edge of his bed. He wrung his hands together, and played with the string on his bottoms.

"I don't know, Ron, I'm sorry. I just-"

"Enough excuses, Harry. You've been weird for a while now, and I as your best friend, am curious as to why you're not talking to me. In fact, it seems this year you're a hell of a lot closer to Malfoy, your arch nemesis, than you are the person who's been by your side since the first time we ran through Platform 9 3/4." Ron preached, and Harry felt even more pathetic.

"Ron, can't you let up on him a bit?" It was Neville who spoke, causing both boys to turn towards the blond-haired, goofy-looking kid.

"Stay out of this, Neville." Ron spat, and the lad hurriedly made his way from the dorm.

"Anyways, if you'd rather be friends with Malfoy than Hermione and I, let me bloody know so I can stop wasting my time." Ron concluded, and Harry let out a gulp.

"Ron, that's not it at all." Harry started.

"It sure seems like it. Even Hermione's questioning you and the Slytherin prat." The ginger stated, crossing his arms. Harry found his jaw clenching defensively, and he desperately wanted to tell Ron off for calling the boy a prat, but the lad did have a point.

After seven years of hostility and downright vile behavior, it was odd that the faces of Slytherin and Gryffindor had become acquaintances rather than enemies, and somewhat even friends. Well, the friends part was questionable. Harry could never recall a time where he'd cuddled Ron quite like he'd done with Malfoy, but that was beside the point.

"Malfoy and me, I don't know. We just sort of became close after that dreadful walk to Hogwarts. Kinda like you and me in second year when we flew your dad's car here. It was a lot of time spent, just the two of us, and we just sort of get along now. I don't understand it either, Ron, but I'm rolling with it. The less stress I have in my life right now, the better." Harry explained, and Ron crossed his ankles thoughtfully.

"Dad still talks about that car sometimes," Ron admitted. "And I guess I understand. If I'm honest, Harry, I'm just worried about losing you. Hermione and I both are. And about Ginny, I really do think you should try talking to her. Work things out, even if you're not getting back together. It honestly looks like you should get as many friends as you can right now: with Hermione and I still being your number one's, of course." Ron added the last part as a bit of an afterthought.

"I'll do it soon. Right now, I really just want to relax. Hey, did you pick up anything from the trolley on the train? I was hoping to stock up on some Pepper Imps." Harry asked, and Ron let out one of his goofy smiles.

"'Course I loaded up. If you'd been to every class over the last few days, you would've known we're planning a trip into Hogsmeade pretty soon, and therefore you can stock up for yourself at Honeydukes." With that, he pulled a ratty old pillowcase from his trunk, and spilled its contents onto Harry's bed.

Chocolate Frogs, Pepper Imps: Ron had at least ten of everything.

"Thanks." Harry muttered, before collecting a few pieces for himself and then leaning back on his bed. "You know, this year really has been rather strange, and we're not even a month in."

"That's what I've been saying!" Ron exclaimed, letting out a short laugh before popping some sweets into his mouth.