"What do you want, Potter?" The blonde spat.

Harry approached the Malfoy with his hands up in surrender, "I just want to talk, Draco."

Malfoy bit back the tears that wanted to escape, "I don't need your help!"

Harry scoffed, "After what you have just been through, you expect me to just brush it off? Malfoy, you and everyone else here just witnessed their friends die. You lost Snape. You didn't even get to say good-bye to the man that has kept you and me safe after all these years!" He ran a hand through his hair. His gravel filled, sweaty hair.

"I didn't care about that sack of worthless flesh, Potter! I didn't care about anyone who died here!" The blonde spun around and began to walk away from the boy whose green eyes gazed into his soul.

"You expect me to believe that? That seeing your peers fall one after the other had no effect on you," Draco stopped walking, "That the people that you grew up with meant nothing to you? I hate to break it to you Malfoy, but someone would have to be aled up to believe that."

Draco began to let the tears fall down. "I tried to kill you," his voice was uneven, "why do you care about me?"

The brunette laughed, "I don't. But I know you are hurting. I know you are hiding your feelings. That you have been hiding your feelings for years. Waiting until you were locked behind a door in an empty Manor to sob. I know what that is like, Malfoy. I lived it, for eleven years. I waited until my family left me to pray for something to take me away. I looked forward to every school year, regardless of what happened the year before, because anything was better than staying with them."

Harry walked up and touched the other boy's shoulder lightly. Draco turned to look at him. His puffy, blood shot eyes stared into green ones. He smiled at the other boy. Not a smirk, a smile.

"When did you grow up and leave the rest of us behind, Potter?" He laughed.

Harry smiled back, "Oh about a year ago, but now I am waiting for you all to catch up to me"

Draco looked down at the ground beneath him, "He was what I wanted my father to be like."

The tears poured down his face again, "My father is a coward."

Harry watched the other boy for a moment before wrapping his arms around the other boy loosely. He didn't want to force Draco to hug him. The blonde hugged Harry back, grabbing handfuls of the other boy's jacket in his grip. They stood like that for a moment, just holding each other as Draco cried.

When the blonde finally let go he laughed to himself, "Sorry,mate."

Mate.

Harry liked the sound of that. Draco had more to learn about how to treat others, but Harry figured he could teach him. They could start over. They could be friends.

Harry held out his hand, "Hello, I am Harry Potter."

Draco looked confused for a moment and the reached out to shake the other boy's hand, "I'm Draco Malfoy."