A/N: This starts in third year, on the first Hogsmeade day. FYI, this will be Harry/Draco slash eventually, so those of you who don't like it, DON'T READ! Those of you who love HD slash, read on!
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is my idol, and as much as I want to be her, I'm not, never have been, and never will be *sobs uncontrollably*, and I do not make any money off of this. I don't own anything except the plot.
Harry walked down the halls of Hogwarts under his invisibility cloak on his way to the secret passage. He was glad that the twins had given him the marauder's map; otherwise he would have been stuck at the school for all of the Hogsmeade weekends. He glanced down at the map and was surprised to see Draco Malfoy's name on it, pacing on the third floor next to some statue. All of a sudden, Malfoy's dot disappeared.
"Bloody hell," Harry whispered. What was Malfoy even doing in Hogwarts on a Hogsmeade weekend? And how was it even possible to disappear from the map? Whatever Malfoy was up to, he had to find out. And with that, he changed directions and went towards the spot where Malfoy had disappeared.
When he arrived in the hall, it was exactly the same as it always was. Just in case, Harry looked around to see if there were any openings in the walls where a secret passage could be hidden. Frustrated when he didn't find anything, he started pacing. 'I have to find where Malfoy went' he thought as he paced and was surprised to see a muggle-looking doorway appear. He cautiously opened it and peered inside. It looked like any normal muggle household, except for the books. The amount of books in itself wasn't surprising, it looked to be about average, what really surprised him was what the books where about. They all had something to do with muggles. A Wizard's Guide to a Muggle Household, Muggles 101, Muggle Fashion throughout the ages, and A Squib's Guide to Being a Muggle were just a few of the titles. He continued walking until he found what looked like the living room, and stopped dead in his tracks. There, sitting on a couch, reading A Basic Guide of Muggles for Dummies, was Draco Malfoy.
Harry whipped off his invisibility cloak "Who are you and what have you done with Malfoy?" He demanded, only half joking.
Malfoy looked up, obviously shocked to see Harry "What the hell are you doing here Potter!?" he yelled "Get out of here you, uh, pathetic half-blood!"
"Can you really call me a pathetic half-blood when you're reading books like that?" Harry asked, "And did you just hesitate with an insult? It's a miracle: Malfoy might be starting to think about his words!" He continued, allowing his Slytherin side to show for once.
"My father wants me to research mudbloods and muggles so that I can see for myself how inferior they are to purebloods," Malfoy sneered, though not at all with his usual vigor.
"Oh, so if an anonymous owl were sent to your father telling him exactly what you've been doing and asking about this 'project', he would know about it and be fine with it?"
"Oh buggering hell," Malfoy muttered before looking up "Listen Potter, you can't tell anyone about this, not even Granger and the Weasel." Harry raised his brow at Hermione's last name, noting the absence of an insult pertaining to her bloodline. "I don't hate muggleborns," Malfoy continued "I have to keep up the façade of hating them in public though. Sorry about all the insults by the way, it's like I said earlier, I have to keep up appearances, and if you tell anyone about this, I will deny it and hex you seven ways to Sunday."
"Okay, I can believe that." Harry replied, going back into Gryffindor mode.
"What kind of a Gryffindor could get that out of me?" Malfoy muttered under his breathe.
"Simple," Harry replied "The type that almost got sorted into Slytherin."
Malfoy looked up in shock "You're kidding! The sorting hat almost put you, Dumbledore's golden boy, in the house of the snakes?"
Harry shrugged "The hat said that Slytherin house would help me on my way to greatness. I just kept thinking 'not Slytherin, not Slytherin,', and it put me in Gryffindor."
"Why didn't you want to be put in Slytherin?"
"Well, they didn't exactly look like a pleasant lot, and the only experience I'd had with a Slytherin wasn't exactly a pleasant one."
Malfoy groaned "Of course. The only reason that we didn't have Harry freaking Potter, the boy who lived, in Slytherin, is me. That sure is a great confidence booster."
Harry laughed "Well, it did kind of work in my favor. I mean, the only reason that people even doubted that I was the heir of Slytherin last year was because I was a Gryffindor. It's kind of funny though, because I thought it was you who was the heir at first."
"You thought it was me?" Malfoy burst out laughing "You're kidding. How did you figure out that it wasn't?"
"Er, well," Harry looked sheepish "Hermione, uh, might have brewed the polyjuice potion, and Ron and I might have pretended to be Crabbe and Goyle, and wemighthavesnuckintotheSlytherincommon-roomtotalktoyou." He mumbled, saying the last bit in a rush.
"…ha…haha…hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Malfoy burst out laughing again.
"Crap, I broke Malfoy." Harry said to no one in particular.
"Sorry," Malfoy said, struggling to stop laughing, "I just realized exactly why you were put in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment." Harry responded dryly. Before Malfoy could respond, a bell started chiming. "What's that?" Harry asked
"That's my alarm. I set it to 10 minutes before everyone was due to return from Hogsmeade." Malfoy replied.
"Is it really that time already?" Harry asked, amazed at how quickly the time had flown by.
"Yeah, you'd better go back to the lion's den," Malfoy sighed "Before they realize that you're gone."
"Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were sad to see me go." Harry teased.
"Well, you aren't that bad Potter," Malfoy said, surprising both Harry and himself.
"You're not that bad either Malfoy." Harry responded
"Truce? In private, of course," Malfoy asked
"Truce. But, if we aren't going to hate each other, then we should call each other by our given names."
"Alright, Harry."
"Alright, Draco."
"Same time, same place tomorrow?" Draco asked
"Yeah, speaking of which, what is this place?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. For now, we have to get back to our houses. You go first. I'll leave in a few minutes. We can't afford to be seen together."
"For now," Harry grinned, and then rushed out.
"Prat," Draco said with a smile as he waved farewell.
A/N: I was just thinking, hey, what if Draco didn't hate muggles and muggleborns, what if he was fascinated by them, and what if Harry found out? As you can tell, I have no life, so naturally, I live vicariously through books and writing. Please R&R (Rate and Review, for you Fanfiction noobs like me) and tell me what you think. P.S. I CAN take criticism, and I'm always looking to improve my writing. If I do something wrong, tell me! Until next time, bye!
