Draco's P.O.V.

As much as I tried to be my usual, grumpy self the next day, it was difficult. I still felt pretty bad about the Harry thing, and plus I had had a nightmare last night, so I was super grouchy. It just wasnt my day.

I was walking down the halls, when I spotted that ginger kid, Ron Weasley. Perfect, someone to mess with who wont go and cry. I strode towards him with confidence, but slowed down when I saw the death glare he shot my way. I approached him, and just as I was about to make some snide comment, Weasley yelled 'Just shove off Malfoy! Do you realise how long it took me to calm Harry down last night? He wouldnt stop crying! And you have the audacity to stride over here like you rule the world?!' By the time he had finished yelling, he was red in the face, and all flustered. I felt my head turn to look at the floor, and I spun around and walked towards Divination. 

After all the crappy lessons of that day, I walked towards the room of requirement. I need somewhere to be alone. I thought. The door which had welcomed me many times before appeared, and I pushed it open. I sighed with relief to be out of the corridors, but froze with shock when I heard a gentle sob coming from the couch which was positioned in front of the fire. I approached with caution, and I knew who it was as soon as I saw the mop of sooty black hair. I backed up slowly, hoping he hadnt sensed my presence. But he turned and looked up, with his red and bloodshot eyes, tears still surrounding the bottom of them.

Harry's P.O.V.

As soon as I turned to Draco, I saw him freeze. He studied my face, which I promptly hid.I knew he had seen and heard me crying. I was indecisive on what to do; should I turn back around and talk to him (talk, more like yell) or should I just keep my face buried? Well Draco made that decision for me. He cautiously walked around the front of the chair which I was lying on, and crouched in front of me, eyes level with mine. I heard him take a shaky breath. 'Potter...' he began. I could tell he was finding this increasingly difficult, by the fact that he was making eye contact with everything but me. 'Look, I -' I cut him off straight away. "Do not tell me that you didnt mean what you said yesterday. I know you did. You were just being your little arrogant self. I dont even know why youre here, because it's not like we have anything to talk about. You said something about my family, which hurt. It's not like we had a friendship to salvage is it? I think you should go." I finished, and let out a slow breath. He sat there, like a deer in headlights, and he said 'I know. I shouldnt have said what I did. I know, my parents probably wouldnt try to save me.' By this point, his eyes were swimming in tears. He tried to blink them back, which only cause a single tear to fall. He swiped it away, and continued. "I know im an arrogant sod, and for that Im sorry." He finished. He stood up, and turned to walk out of the room. Malfoy, apologising? 

Draco's P.O.V.

I turned to walk off, when I felt Potter grab my wrist. I turned to him, and he just looked at me. My eyes were already swimming in tears, most of which were falling out. He pulled me back towards him and sat up. 'Sit.' He commanded. I did what I was told, even though I felt like a kid in trouble. When I had sat down, he released my wrist and sighed. I turned to him and said "I am really sorry" I said quietly, turning my head to look at my lap. He guided my head back up to look at him, and simply said 'Don't cry.' I turned away, my eyes filling with tears again. Once again, Potter turned me around. But this time, he didnt say anything. He simply pulled me into a hug, squeezing my tightly. I didnt know what to do, so he whispered 'hug me back.' So I did. We sat like this for a while, him rubbing my back and whispering calming words into my ears. When he finally pulled back, he simply smiled at me. 'I need to go, goodnight Malfoy.' He stated, and turned to walk out. It was my turn to grab his wrist, and I embraced him again gently. "Thankyou." I said. I smiled as I pulled back, and he returned the gesture. 

I made my way back to my dorm, with a gentle smile stuck on my face. For the second night in a row, I ignored the calls from my friends and headed straight to my dorm room. I changed into my pyjamas, and laid on my bed.  I fell asleep soon after, and I didnt have any nightmares that night. I fixed it.