"Dra…M…M-Malfoy…" stuttered Harry.

"Potter," Draco responded with the same venom Harry had possessed the previous day, hiding his bloodied fist in one of his cloak pockets, "What are you doing down here…in the dungeons?"

"Umm…I…umm…I really don't know…" Harry finished lamely then nearly coughed roughly.

"Well go back upstairs. No one wants you down here," came the reply, barely concealed hurt showing on Draco's features, a vague reminder of the last night's events.

Harry turned slowly and lumbered off the way he came. Once he rounded the corner, Harry broke out into tears. What have I done? I…I've ruined everything…I might as well not even show up tonight…it's not like he'll listen to me…He hates me…

Harry kept up his pace, leaving a trail of tear spots leading up to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He mumbled the password and she admitted him into the common room. It was still quite early and Hermione was the only one in there. She was deeply absorbed in a muggle novel and didn't hear Harry as he walked swiftly across the room and climbed the stairs up to the boys' dormitory. He crawled back into bed, hugging his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth, sobbing. He pulled out the pocketknife again and rolled up his sleeve. He spent a few minutes, knife in hand, dwelling upon his past failures and current problems, every second sinking deeper into his depression. An internal debate raged in his head and Harry was steeply leaning towards suicide when Ron burst into to the room, woozy with his hair mussed up and his clothes askew.

Harry hastily shoved the pocketknife under his pillow and hesitantly approached his drunken friend.

"Ron, mate, you're completely wasted…what…what've you been doing tonight?"

Ron winked suggestively, "You know…" a hiccup, "you know what I've been do...ing tonight…and so does," another hiccup, "Merhione," another wink.

"You ought to lay down and get some rest," Harry instructed adding under his breath, "you are going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow." Harry led the stumbling Ron to his Chudley Cannon four-poster and before Ron's head even hit the pillow, he was asleep.

Harry left the room quickly so as to avoid waking Ron from his alcohol-induced slumber. He didn't really know where to go. Though he remembered his meeting with Draco, he still wasn't sure whether or not he should go. He had a few hours to make that decision, however.

Harry walked aimlessly through the halls, barely avoiding running into passersby. After about an hour of this, he found himself at the base of the Astronomy tower. He climbed the stairs and sat on the windowsill, gazing upon the sky, his emotions finally settled enough to think clearly.

Why should I go? It'll just be an embarrassing opportunity for Draco to tell me how much he hates me…

What are you talking about? I'm sure he'll hear you out.

What gives you that impression? He was really pissed off earlier and he didn't seem like he cared about what I had to say…

He'll understand…just tell him the truth…

I really don't think he'll want to know…he'll still hate me…

Harry's internal debate was interrupted by the sound of fluttering wings. The owl he had used earlier now perched upon his knee, the setting sun reflected in his eyes, with a small piece of parchment tied to his leg.

See you then.

Draco

The note practically made Harry's decision for him. He settled into his perch and gazed at the darkening sky. He had a further two hours to decide what to say…what Draco would listen to…

He left the pitch black tower-footsteps echoing in his wake- and headed towards the Room of Requirement.

This is the new chapter. It's not really that good but it's here and I wrote it. Be happy. Hope you liked it. PLEASE REVIEW!