｡･: *:･ﾟ'☆Draco Malfoy ｡･:* :･ﾟ'☆

You and Draco never spoke, only occasionally throwing a few hurtful words at each other, but one day Draco stopped bothering you, stopped bothering anyone at all, and you learned from your friends (namely Harry and Ron) that everyone, absolutely everyone, had turned their backs on Draco, and you felt sorry for him. That night, you went down to the Slytherin dungeon and knocked on his room door. You entered, but before you could close the door, Draco's cold, sad voice pierced you.
Draco: Why did you come to make fun of me, like the others?
You froze, not knowing what to say.
You: No, what are you saying, I... I just... anyway, we can sit next to each other.
Draco just nodded and you sat up, Draco leaned against the headboard and stared into space, you didn't dare look him in the eyes.
Draco: What do you want at such a late hour?
You: I heard about the situation and... and I just... I just felt sorry for you, I know you're a good boy, but your character is a piece of crap, and I thought that you just need to talk to someone.
Draco sighed and looked at you, but without venom, just with warmth and gratitude. Time passed, and you and Draco became good friends; you sometimes even slept hugging, but Harry and Ron didn't like that you spent so much time with Draco; they were clearly a little jealous because you began to spend less time with them, and one day you showed up to Potions class wearing Draco's hoodie. Over time, everyone at Draco's started talking again, but he didn't abandon me and continued to talk to me no matter what.