Draco and Harry had become roommates about a year ago. They still didn't exactly get along, but the school decided to put them in a dorm with Ron and Blaise, while Hermione, Pansy, Millicent and Lavender were all forced to live together, Pansy, Millicent didn't mind it, but Hermione and Lavender were constantly at each other's throats which drove the boys crazy, especially since Lavender was arguing with Hermione to the point where Hermione punched Lavender in the face. Ginny was lucky, she was sharing with Luna, Cho and some other girl that they didn't really know, Harry had broken up with her but they were still close as friends.
"Do you think that hurt?" Ron asked.
"From experience, I can tell you, it hurt." Draco answered.
You see, Ron, Hermione and Draco had become friends, so had Harry, Hermione and Blaise, Ron, Hermione and Blaise were pretty close too. Harry and Draco were the only ones who were left to argue. The boys tried not to argue in front of their friends since they didn't want to make it awkward for the others. The boys watched the fight carry on.
Lavender had just kicked Hermione who was now continuously punching her against a wall to the point where Harry and Ron had to pull her away. She was pulled back with a nosebleed but Lavender was black and blue and both girls were given detention. Ron and Harry went back to the dorm to hang out alone for a while and then Draco and Blaise walked in. Draco flopped onto the bed next to Harry's and stared at the ceiling Harry scoffed and carried on speaking to Ron and Blaise they all changed and went to sleep, well, Ron and Blaise went to sleep. Draco didn't sleep and Harry pretend to.
Draco thought that everyone was sleeping and then he got up and walked towards the door. He opened it and walked out. Harry peeped through the keyhole and then opened the door and quietly closed it so Draco wouldn't hear. He followed his frenemy to the room of requirement. Harry snuck in with Draco but stayed unnoticed. The room was almost completely empty, there was a small cupboard and a grand piano. Harry his behind the cupboard as Draco sat down on the piano stool and started to play the piano. Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was A Song From The Secret Garden! A muggle song that Hermione could play, he had heard it before, but when Draco did it it was...different, it made Harry feel like he had known Draco forever. Like he had accepted his offer to be friends all those years ago. Draco continued playing before stopping halfway through.
"I know you're there, Potter."
Harry sighed and moved away from his hiding spot.
"Why did you follow me?" Draco asked.
Harry walked towards the piano. Draco swivelled around so that he was facing Harry.
"I wanted to know what you were doing." Harry answered.
Draco got up "acceptable answer, Potter."
"Why are you so secretive about it?" Harry asked.
"..."
"Malfoy?..."
"Well, I uh, I used to play for my parents, well, for my Mother. A Song From A Secret Garden was always her favourite song, so I played it for her while she was sick, she got sick when I was ten, that's why I was always in such a bad mood and was always rude to people. I never told anybody about the piano because people would ask why, and I would have to explain my mother's sickness and I hated talking about it. If I'm honest, it's the first time I've played piano since..."
"Since when?"
"Since she died..."
Harry almost had tears in his eyes. It made him think of his own parents. He fell to the ground and Draco knelt down and hugged him.
"It's okay Harry..."
Harry flinched, Draco has never used his first name before. He clutched onto the jacket Draco was wearing and carried on crying. Heck, Draco must have thought he was weak. Draco lifted him back up and he hugged Harry again. Then Harry looked into his eyes despite the darkness in the room, and Draco did the same. They both had the same instinct at the same time and just ended up snogging each other's faces off.
They let go and blushed.
"Play again" Harry demanded.
Draco smiled and sat back down and played the same song again. He listened and immediately knew why Narcissa loved that song.
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