Disclaimer:
If I owned it, it might have gone this way, luckily for you, I don't. Betta'd by the amazing Angell M Harding
Chapter 1- Truce?
"Welcome students to 5th year History of Magic. Please take a seat at the desk with your name on it, and we'll begin." Professor Binns told his students as they arrived. When he went to his allocated seat, Harry was shocked to find that he was sitting next to Draco Malfoy. "Potter, I'm not in the mood to argue with you. Let's just call a truce for the year during History." Draco ordered him. "Whatever Malfoy." Harry mumbled as he got out some parchment and his quill. "Are you actually going to take notes?" Draco asked, surprised when he noticed what he was doing. "No, I'm going to draw!" He snapped before starting to draw.
About halfway through the lesson, Draco noticed that Harry was not drawing anymore and had fallen asleep on the desk. As carefully as he could so that Harry didn't notice, Draco pulled the piece of parchment out from under Harry's arms. The picture that was on it was in Draco's opinion, very good. Not that he'd ever admit to it. He particularly liked the attention to detail and thought that the girl who was wrapped in Harry's arms with long, flowing hair was gorgeous.
Draco turned to wake Harry up to ask who she was but stopped himself when he noticed that the sleeve of the arm closest to him was pushed up. Draco carefully leaned over and turned Harry's arm so that he could have easy access to his left forearm. After making sure that no-one was paying him any attention, he dipped his quill into his inkpot and started to draw the Slytherin crest and wrote 'show your true colours' in his fancy cursive writing and pulled Harry's sleeve back down and placed his arm back where it was earlier and pocketed the picture when he realized that Professor Binns was finishing the lesson. When the class was dismissed, Draco got up and slammed into Harry to wake him up as he exited the classroom.
Now all he had to do was wait.