"Potter?" a voice like silk called out.

Harry turned to see his rival, Draco Malfoy, staring at him with his eyebrows somewhere near the sun.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy inquired, "I thought you lived with muggles?"

"I ran away, Malfoy," Harry spat at him, "Because my guardians are pricks like you."

"I'm not a prick, Potter," Malfoy huffed, "I'm rude. There's a huge difference."

"Yeah, whatever," Harry retorted, rolling his eyes, "I have nowhere to go, so I have other things to worry about other than whether you're a prick or just rude."

Harry turned to leave, rather frustrated that he had to run into Malfoy of all people.

"Stay with me," Malfoy blurted out.

Harry spun back around to face the blonde in confusion.

"What did you say?" he demanded.

"Oh, please, Potter," Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Don't play stupid. It's not a good look on you. I said stay with me. I'm staying here at the Leaky Cauldron. Since you have no place to go, you can room with me until the school term starts."

"Are you joking?" Harry said, his eyebrows checking out the view from the moon.

"I rarely joke, Potter," Malfoy said dryly, "Now come."

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Malfoy whirled away before he could say anything. He debated just turning the other direction and walking away. He looked around briefly before following the Slytherin to his room. A flight of stairs and stretch of hallway later, Harry stood to the side as Malfoy unlocked the door to his room. He pushed it open and waved Harry into the room.

Harry looked around with wide eyes, dragging his trunk behind him. The room was very large, filled with simple, but somehow elegant furniture. There was a large king sized bed at one end and a fireplace on the other. In front of the fireplace sat a sofa and two armchairs, their cushions a matching deep plum color. The sheets on the bed and the heavy curtains on the two long, thin windows, matched the plum of the chairs. Harry stood there staring around at all the furniture, noticing a few small tables, one by the bed and one near the window, while a low coffee table occupied the space in front of the sofa. Harry just looked over to a corner to notice a door when Malfoy bumped him with his shoulder.

"Why don't you put your trunk down?" he suggested, gesturing toward the foot of the bed, "Go ahead and get out your bedclothes. You can take a shower if you want. Or just go to sleep. I imagine you're tired."

"Sure," Harry answered, "But why are you being so nice to me?"

Malfoy turned from Harry and walked toward the window, pulling back the curtain and looking out.

"Perhaps I believe we've been feuding for too long," he proposed, "Perhaps I would like to extend my hand in friendship once more."

"Or perhaps you have some diabolical scheme," Harry said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"I assure you that is not the case," Malfoy answered curtly, "I'm very tired of this feud, Potter. I have little patience for it."

"Fine," Harry sighed, "Then I say we can be friends."

Malfoy whirled around to face him, his silver robes twirling.

"Finally, after almost six years, you accept," Malfoy said smugly, making sure to add his signature smirk, "I'm so very glad."

"Great," Harry said, unable to muster any witty retort, "I really want to sleep now, if you don't mind."

"Go ahead through that door and change then," Malfoy nodded toward the door in the corner.

Harry crouched down and opened his trunk, pulling out his pajamas and carrying them to the door. He opened it to a bathroom that was a decent size and incredibly clean. Unsure of how to turn a light on, he grabbed his wand and whispered "lumos!" he changed to the light of his wand into the overlarge sweater and sweatpants that were once Dudley's. He tried to think of how many clothes he owned that were actually his. He sighed when his mind could think of none.

He quickly picked up all his clothes and whispered "Nox!" before opening the door and hurrying back over to his trunk. He crammed his clothes back in and closed the lid. He decided to keep his wand in the waistband of his trousers (just in case). He looked up at the ceiling, suddenly wondering where the light was coming from. He saw three small, dull yellow orbs hovering in the air far above his head. They looked like the flames from candles, only without the candle. Harry stared up at them in wonder.

"I love magic," he whispered.

"They're wonderful, aren't they?" Malfoy's silvery voice whispered back to him.

Harry looked back down to see that Malfoy now stood next to him, staring up at the golden orbs. Harry quirked an eyebrow, but looked back up at the orbs as well.

"How do you make them?" he questioned, in a low voice.

"I don't know," Malfoy admitted, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't make them. They're just here when I show up."

"Amazing," Harry whispered, as though the little balls of light created themselves.

He stood there for several moments, unwilling to turn away. Finally he forced his eyes back down and walked to the sofa. He pressed his hand into it and loved how it sunk into the soft cushion. He smiled slightly and started to lay down when Malfoy's voice suddenly broke through his ears.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Going to sleep," Harry answered innocently, "I said I was a minute ago."

"Get in the bed," Malfoy instructed, "It's plenty big enough for both of us."

Harry twisted his hands together nervously. He walked hesitantly over to the bed, looking back at Malfoy who waved him on. He reached the bed and pressed his hand into the mattress. He purred at the softness under his fingers. He quelled the sound and blushed looking back at Malfoy who only raised an eyebrow at him. Harry tugged on the covers and crawled into the bed. He sunk into it, making the most embarrassing noises he could possibly make.

"Glasses," Malfoy reminded him.

Harry pulled them from his face and folded them, placing them delicately on the table before relaxing against the mattress. He sleepily pulled on the covers, trying to bring them up to his chin. He felt them give way suddenly and be pulled up. He looked up to see the hazy figure of Malfoy leaning over him.

"Aren't you going to bed?" Harry muttered.

"Yes, soon I will," Malfoy answered in a sweet voice, "Don't worry about me. Just go to sleep, Harry."

"'Kay," Harry mumbled groggily.

It was barely two beats of his heart and he was asleep. He was deep in sleep. The best sleep he'd ever had. In the morning he'd worry about why Malfoy was being so nice, but for now he would sleep.