One gloomy night after quidditch, Harry Potter walked into an old bathroom to find Draco Malfoy crying in front of a mirror. Harry doesn't know what to feel, they've been enemies for forever. He needs to help, but he can't let his real feelings show. What does he decide? He decides to take the Gryffindor way out.

Enemies, Friends, Lovers Harry never knew those three words could be synonymous, but his sixth year at Hogwarts has challenged everything he has come to know. Draco Malfoy , who Harry had loathed for five years, is now progressively preoccupying his every thought. Harry doesn't know why his mind keeps creeping into these forbidden fantasies, but he knows it needs to stop. Because if there were ever a time appropriate for Harry to fall for Draco Malfoy, it certainly wasn't when the wizarding world was crumbling to pieces. Note: I wrote this when I was twelve, sorry for the poor writing :)

The Golden Trio all went back to Hogwarts to continue their education and so is Draco Malfoy. All the 8th years are sharing common room, and it so happened that Harry is sharing a dorm with Draco. How would it be, staying in the same room as your enemy? Or are they really are enemy after all they'd gone through? -sorry for bad grammars, this is my first story