I thought I would try something different.

Draco Malfoy:

Draco stood in front of the Potion's room for a few unnecessary seconds, trying to decide if he really needed to talk to Snape. Maybe he could figure out what had happened in the last few days by himself.

Harry's face resurfaced in his mind. Those green eyes that were usually so soft around the edges, were narrowed into harsh slits. The green no longer a soft grassy color but now had taken on a jade edge. The way Harry snarled down at him as he lay on the floor. The jarring experience of being hit.

Draco sighed, reaching up to tug at his bangs. It was a nervous tick that he only allowed when he was alone. If his father ever saw him do something so uncivilized he would have a speech that lasted a week and his fathers disproval for a month.

He took another breath to bolster himself, glad that no one else was in the hallway, before he pushed the door open, stepping into the chilly potion's room. He carefully walked down the aisles moving to Snape's open door.

He hadn't been very excited to talk to his godfather, but he realized that he was very out of depth. Snape would also probably have no idea how to proceed, but perhaps he would be able to guide Draco down a path that wouldn't end in destruction.

Draco stepped up to the door, seeing his Professor leaning over his desk, grading papers. His long hair was covering the sides of his face, making it impossible for Draco to see his eyes.

Draco swallowed, before announcing his prescence. "Professor, I need to talk to you."

A soft intake of breath was made to Draco's right, making the blond glance over. And of course, there was Harry Potter. His back was turned to the door, hunched over whatever minutiae driven task Draco's godfather had thought up.

Draco barely stopped himself from smacking himself. Of course Harry would be here! He had detention down here for an hour. How stupid could Draco be! Draco swallowed his annoyance at his complete lack of tack but could not bring himself to look away from the Gryffindor.

"Malfoy, I am in the middle of administering a detention, I don't think it would be a good time to discuss schoolwork at this time," Snape drawled, and Draco could just picture the look on his face right now. Insulting yet worried. Only Severus Snape could ever pull off such an expression.

"Um…" The words stuck in his throat as he stared at his boyfriend. Or was it ex-boyfriend. The boy did hit him. Really hard. Across the jaw. "It's very important. It's…" What was he supposed to say? Draco was a Slytherin. He couldn't possibly say that he had personal issues. Especially when the person he had those issues with was in that very room.

"I see." And those words seem to carry all the understanding that Draco had ever seen his godfather give. "Potter, leave this room until I recall you for the rest of your detention." Of course that understanding wouldn't be given to the black sheep of Snape's life.

Draco watched as the other boy jerkily slipped from the chair, spending unnecessary amount of time, fussing with his parchment and quill. He then turned, keeping his back to Draco until he couldn't anymore, and stalked past him out of the room.

Draco felt a small ache hit his chest as Harry didn't even glance at him as he passed, keeping his green eyes pinned on the outside world. Draco barely flinched when the door banged closed, feeling it more like a slap to his face. Another door closed to him without his understanding why.

"Draco." His godfather's voice pulled him back to the present. He turned to look at his potions' professor, hoping that his face showed only what he wanted it to. The slight twitch of Snape's eyebrows let him know that he had failed. Horribly.

"There was something you wanted to discuss?" Snape began.

"Ah… yes." Draco stared at his feet, trying to pull up the feeling of simple curiosity, not letting any of the confusion or pain that he actually felt surface. "It's more of a hypothetical quandary, actually." Draco lifted his gaze to see Snape's eyebrow lift imperiously.

"Hypothetical." Snape repeated, like he was tasting the word.

Draco dropped his gaze again. "Let's say, hypothetically, that you were… insulted by someone and you don't know the reason why. What would you do?" Draco asked, trying to keep his voice in that honest curiosity range.

Snape let out a sigh, his chair creaking as he leaned back against it. "Draco, it would be in your best interest to never start a "hypothetical quandary" with something so … realistic."

Draco stared at his feet. He knew he should have asked another professor, but he didn't trust anyone as much as he trusted, and respected, his godfather.

"As for the situation, I would think that a violent outburst from a mortal enemy would make sense in any situation, and that there wouldn't be a necessary stressor to cause such an… what did you call it, insult?"

Draco sighed. Well more like he expelled hair slowly through his mouth, because Malfoys never sigh. "And if the outburst did not come from a… mortal enemy?"

The pause hit the air with a force that rivaled tsunamis. It felt like humidity crushing down on Draco's lungs, laden with tension. He could feel Snape analyze his question. Pick apart all the important parts, read between all the spider thin lines.

"If there were no longer a negative relationship between two people, it would be a good question as to why one of them had a violent reaction." Snape began slowly, watching carefully as Draco picked up and looked at items around the room, a nervous tick that Snape should warn him about. Perhaps at a later date. "If this were the case, then it would be in both of the… participator's best interest to discuss the cause of the insult."

Draco almost dropped the vial he had been playing with. "Discuss?" It was meant to come out in a calm question, not the stupid squeak that cracked through his throat.

A soft huff from across the room was all Draco needed to hear the amusement in the next words. "Perhaps not alone. That might lead to more violent altercations." The tone dipped back from its levity. "If the situation continues, nothing can be solved, as neither party can fix what has been broken. A discussion is necessary for both parties to understand their errors, and look to see if a relationship can be continued."

Draco nodded to the cabinet of potion supplies. It made sense, even if he didn't want to have to deal with a very enraged Potter. "I understand. Thank you… Godfather."

Snape shifted. "I would like to note to you that the sooner a resolution is met the less likely a complete breech of… trust is created. On another note, please send Potter in when you leave. He needs to continue his detention. I will be here waiting for him."

It wasn't as subtle of a hint as Draco was used to, coming from Snape, but it was true in all sense. He nodded at the potions cabinet again. He let out a small breath and straightened his back before he turned around. He gave the man behind the desk a small nod before marching towards the door. He almost hesitated when he reached for the door, but was able to push himself to go outside. It was probably the most Gryffindor thing he had done in a long while.

He took a step into the cool lab area before he closed the door behind him. The sound was like a bell inside the empty classroom. It seemed to be calling out Draco's doom.

He looked over at the stiff form of Harry Potter, trying to decide how he was going to start this.

"Are you finished?" Harry growled from his place looking at the potion shelves.

Draco paused thrown off balance now that he hadn't started the conversation. What should he say to that? Wasn't it obvious?

He decided on a curt yes, just to get the question out of the way so they could move on to more important things. Like why he almost had a bruise that covered the entire side of his face.

He could hear the annoyed huff from across the room, but with Harry's back to him, he couldn't be sure how close he was to getting a repeat of the last events. He searched his mind for some way to start this next conversation, only finding one possible relationship conversation starter. It sort of fit his need, but it felt a little off.

Draco realeased another breath, not a sigh, just a breath. He fortified his defenses, and started with "We need to talk."

It felt straight out of some romance book. Draco frowned at the words but straightened his face into something resembling a poker face before continuing. He felt so ridiculous saying these things, so he kept his eyes to the right of Harry's body, flitting from desk to chair to cabinet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry turning to face him. He was dying to look at his face, but he still had a conversation to start.

"I don't quite understand why you hit me." Draco murmured, "and it has been brought to my attention that I should understand so more problems do not arise."

It sounded so formal, but how else was he to act. What type f relationship did they have now? What was he allowed and not allowed to do? He heard a gasp from the other boy, like he had just cursed repetitively, and Draco brought his courage together to look at Harry's face.

He wished he hadn't. He wished he never had to see those green eyes look like that again, so angry. It felt surreal. Only a few days ago he had this boy laughing and flirting, and now it was like they were on either side of a battlefield.

Then Harry opened his mouth. "Oh. You want to know why I'm angry. You want to know why I kicked your pathetic ass." The poisonous words sounded sugar sweet with faux innocence. "You don't understand what you did wrong."

It was terrifying. He had never seen the Gryfindor act like this before. Not in front of teachers or friends, or even in front of him when they were younger. And worse was how different Harry's stance was. His eyes and voice might look innocent, but he was leaning forward aggressively, like he was ready to jump forward and sock Malfoy again.

Harry studied him for a beat before smirking. It twisted his face grimly. "Don't worry Malfoy. I won't jump you. Even whore's have better manners than that."

Whore!? Harry was calling himself a whore? What on earth was going on?! He seemed so blasé about it, like he was simply remarking on something already known!

Harry's lips twitched and his eyes narrowed, sharpening the gleam that filled their depths. He took a small step forward, not seeming to notice what he was doing.

"I have a question for you though. Did you have to shower extra long after you kissed me, you know to get the mudblood and blood traitor smell off of your clothes? Ooh and let's not forget Weasley, those other traitors need some pride."

Draco felt his heart freeze. The hallway. He had been talking to some idiots in the hallway. He had just wanted them to get off of his back, so he gave them the only thing that would…

Harry. Harry had heard him.

"But really, "poor orphan boy"? I thought you could do better than that Malfoy. Though I did wonder what you meant by "real man". All I see is a small boy who can only call on his great father to get him out of trouble."

Suddenly, there wasn't enough air to breathe from. Those hadn't been the only things said there. All those other stupid remarks, all those other pathetic whinings. But Harry wasn't supposed to be there! He wasn't supposed to hear those things! It was just supposed to stop the constant growlings of his housemates!

The door behind him opened with a rush of air against his back.

"Did I say you were to dally along, Potter?" Snape asked calmly. Draco felt his heart jump at the sound.

Harry snapped something back before he stalked towards the door. Watching him sway as far away as he could as he passed by added another dagger into Draco's heart.

"You should go to bed." Snape murmured. There was no emotion there. Nothing to tell Draco if the professor had heard all of that. But he had a sinking inkling that he had.

Draco moved towards the back of the classroom, feeling like he was drifting along through the aisles. He was in the hallway when he finally stopped and leaned against the wall.

The punch made sense now. And he deserved it. Parts of that conversation were coming back to him. All the twisted little jokes about Harry, all the nitpicking little insults. Anything and everything had been used as ammunition against the Chosen One.

And Harry had heard it all. He had probably sat there like some sort of martyr. Listened as they hissed about him beyond a wall. Had heard how Draco had allowed it, had encouraged it. Had egged them on. Had made them dance to his tune. He had felt so powerful then, so in control.

Draco let a little sardonic smile grace his lips. Of course he would destroy something so completely that there was no hope of ever recovering it.

What do you think? There will be a couple more snippets like this, probably with less crossover next time. Just letting you know where Draco is in all of this.