Maybe
After the feast, the 8th years all walked back to their common room together. Harry was talking with Ron and Hermione.
"What did you guys do this summer?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged.
"I worked at a muggle cafe to pay rent since I'm not living with the Dursleys anymore, but not much else. You?"
"I didn't really do anything either." Ron said.
"I did an internship at the Ministry. I helped the Minister plan his meetings and stuff." Hermione said.
Ron had a comical look of surprise on his face.
"Do you know how hard it is to get an internship like that? Dad said they only do them once every five years and they only choose people they think would be good for Minster! I guess it makes since you got it, though."
Harry left them conversing about the Minister and headed back to his room. He walked in and found Malfoy sitting on his bed. There was an awkward silence.
Malfoy cleared his throat.
"So, are you going to play Quidditch this year?"
"I don't think I'm going to play for Gryffindor this year, but I'm definitely going to keep flying in my free time." Harry responded.
"That's what I was thinking, too."
The room fell silent again and Harry and Draco went back to staring at their feet.
"Well, I'm tired so I'm going to get in bed." Harry said.
"Yes! I should do that too."
They silently changed into pajamas and got into bed.
"Uh, good night, I guess."
"Oh, yeah, 'night."
******
Draco woke up to Harry screaming. It was probably 1:30 am. Draco cautiously got out of bed, slowly walking towards Harry.
"Ha-Potter? Are you, uh, alright?"
Harry kept screaming. Not knowing what else to do, he sat on Harry's bed. Harry woke up, sobbing.
"Mal-Malfoy! I knew y-you were gonna hate being roommates w-with me because of this! Go ahead, ask McGonagall to switch you again."
Draco was dumbfounded. Harry thought he was going to hate him just because he had nightmares?!
"Look, Potter, I don't know what type of friends you've had, but I won't hate you just because you have nightmares. I have them too. And Slytherins may be a lot of bad things, but they're good friends. Seeing as we're roommates and all, I think it's time we at least tried to be friends."
Harry had to pick his jaw up off the ground before he responded.
"Wow. First of all, thank you. This sounds weird, but you're the only one who acted like this when they found out. And second of all, are you sure someone didn't kidnap and impersonate you?"
Draco smiled.
"You know, I'm not all bad."
He made to get up.
"Wait! Um, could you maybe, uh, stay here tonight? It's just, when you sat down, my nightmare stopped."
Draco stopped dead.
"Uh, sure, I guess. Oh, and if you want, you can call me Draco. You know, in the spirit of trying to be friends."
Harry's smile lit up his entire face.
"Thank you. And you can call me Harry, if you want."