The corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were dark and cold. Students werent supposed to be out of bed at this hour, not that it had ever stopped Harry from wandering the castle at night before. Harry was never out of bed after hours without purpose, though, and this time was no exception. However, it was an unusual and special reason that Harry was out of bed at this moment one that he could have never seen coming; one that he thought he would never have.
Draco Malfoy. He was Harrys reason for walking these cold, dark halls in the middle of the night. And not to tail Draco on another one of his schemes, not to smite him with another sectumsempra, oh no, this was different. This was not, at all, a hostile quest. This was something a little more
Here was the stairway to the dungeon to the Slytherin common room. Something struck Harry: &