Draco and Harry are both selected by the castle to be Head Boy for their seventh year. Will things be strained, or can they call a truce and live together in peace?

Rated M for adult content. Slash, language, adult themes, etc.

All characters owned by J. K. Rowling. Definitely not mine. ;)

Prologue

"What the bloody hell do you think you're playing at, Potter?" Draco spat as he shoved Harry backwards.

It was only then that Harry discovered what had upset Malfoy so much. Nestled on his robes, also, was a Head Boy badge. Harry looked down at his own, dumbly. Hermione had her wand out beside him and was glaring at Malfoy. "Unlike you, Harry got an accompanying letter as well. Why don't you stop?" she exclaimed, exasperated. "The war is over, Malfoy. Can't you just leave well enough alone without pretending you are Head Boy on top of everything else?"

"Bollocks, Granger. I have my letter right here," was his seething reply as he pulled said letter from the pocket in his robes. Hermione snatched it out of his hands, scanning the document quickly. The color drained from her face. "It's just like yours, Harry..." she stated. Harry turned to Hermione, ignoring Malfoy as he examined the letter as well. His eyes slowly lifted, meeting his enemy's straight on.

"What does this mean...?" he questioned aloud.

"Two Head Boys? Really, Professor, it's not possible. Hogwarts : A History, clearly states–" Headmistress McGonagall silenced her with a look. "You know as well as I do, Miss Granger, that Hogwarts itself chooses Head Boy and Head Girl. This can not be helped." The Headmistress was honestly as confused as the students. The castle's magic had a mind of it's own. "But," Hermione continued, unaffected by the interruption, "who is the Head Girl, then?" Headmistress McGonagall cleared her throat, glancing at the two boys at the back of the room. Neither of them had yet to say a word. "As far as we can tell, the castle hasn't selected a Head Girl this year."

"The both of you will share accommodations, as is tradition. This is your commons, " Headmistress McGonagall went on as she showed the boys into a small, absurdly decorated, sitting room. The castle had seen fit to make it the epitome of Gryffindor meets Slytherin. Red, gold, green, and silver were strewn everywhere. Draco chanced a glance at Harry, smugly noting that he was as horrified as he himself was.

"Mr. Potter, your rooms are up the stairs and to the left, Mr. Malfoy, the same on the right. You will share a bathroom that joins your quarters. I will have a list of duties ready for you by the end of the evening. I suggest you both get settled in," she stated, looking closely down at both of them. "Boys, I can not stress how important it is for the both of you to put the past behind you. The castle has given you a unique opportunity to let bygones be bygones. Do not squander it." She swept out of the room leaving the two boys alone.

"I.. Er.." Harry started, mumbling the words. "I s'pose I'll go unpack." He didn't say another word as he head towards the stairs, not looking back once as he climbed them. Draco glared at the staircase for a few moments before straightening his shoulders and following behind, intent on redecorating the god awful commons as soon as he had set his room to rights.

And so it begins...

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