Harry was bored. Being a prefect in charge of an empty detention, all alone, was really going to make him go insane one of these days. Usually, there would be at least five students in 5pm detention, but after the war, all the kids were scared, 'they've just changed, Harry' Hermione told him once. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door open, probably just a teacher telling him he could go to his dorm because no one was in detention, he thought, but when he looked up, he saw none other than Draco Malfoy sitting down by the back of the class, looking depressed, like he usually did this year, saying quiet and opening a book. "What're you in here for, Malfoy?" He asked, thinking goody-two-shoes Malfoy didn't come in here for an actual reason.*