Harry jumped almost a foot off the bench he was sitting at when he felt the poking finger in his back.
"GYAAH! What the hell?" he said, swiveling around to see his attacker, Draco Malfoy, standing right behind him, with his face right in front of Harry's.
"Potter, we need to talk."
"Oh. That's the warning sign that things in our relationship has been going a bit off, eh?"
"Relationship? You mean our obscene hatred of each other?"
"Yes. That sentence is what you say when you want to break up,"
"What sentence?" Draco asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"Quote 'We need to talk' unquote. Don't you know anything about relationships?"
"Well, actually, I do, but I'm not sure we have that kind of relationship. You're talking about love relationships. We have a hate relationship going here. Which I was actually rather hoping we could talk about."
Harry sighed.
"Alright. I guess I could go have a chat to you about our relationship, Draco."
"Would you stop talking like that? It's starting to kinda creep me out."
"Talking like what?" Harry asked, his face mirroring Draco's earlier puzzled look.
"Like we're going out, Scarhead."
"Oh, was I? Sorry Ferret."
Draco sighed, grabbed Harry's arm and led him away from the Gryffindor table. Harry waved at his friends, who were thoroughly confused by this point, and then skipped along beside Draco.
"What was that about?" asked Hermione, hoping that someone could give her a logical answer.
"No idea, Hermione, no idea." Replied Ron, who immediately went back to his breakfast.
Hermione looked puzzled for another few minutes before her stomach got the better of her.
"So, you wanted to have a chat about our relationship?" Harry asked as soon as the silencing and locking charms were up around the empty charms classroom.
"Yes. But before I do I want to ask you, are you on any drugs? Imperious curse? Or any other behaviour altering substances?"
"Not unless you count sugar."
"Sugar?"
Harry 'hmm'ed his assent and stood on the back of a chair with his hands out for balance.
"How much sugar? In how much time?" Draco asked, curious as to how much sugar it took to get this high.
"Well, there was the ten chocolate frogs at 2 AM, four packets of every flavor beans at 2:30, and a monster pack of fizz bombs at 3, as well as a couple bottles of butterbeer. That's all."
"That's all?"
Harry 'hmm'ed again.
"How many times have you done this, potter?"
"Oh, about every three days. It's a healthier, and much less addictive, alternative to drugs. Tastier too."
"When's the next bout?"
"Whenever I feel like it. Today we have double potions, so I'll probably go again tonight. Why?"
"Would you mind if I join you?"
"Of course not! But you'll have to sneak into Hogsmeade with me. I'm all out."
"Where will I meet you?"
"Room of Requirement, at 10. I leave for Hogsmeade at 10:15. don't be late."
"Draco nodded, and took down the charms.
"See you, Potter." He said as he walked out of the room.
Harry jumped onto another chair back and continued all the way around the room, then conjured some invisible poo and whoopee cessions on various chairs, before leaving to go to Potions.
