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Harry came into the dungeon and took his seat with Ron and Hermione. The second he slipped into his seat the doors burst open and Snape came into the room. All of the Gryffindors grimaced, Snape was in a terrible mood if his angry strides and the slamming door meant anything they were in for losing a lot of points. Harry glanced across the dungeon to see Malfoy grinning at his favorite Professors entrance. Malfoy met Harry's glare and gave him an exaggerated wink before turning to look at the front of the classroom. Snape began his lecture and Harry dutifully wrote down every word, although he had no idea what exactly he was writing about. He figured Hermione would fill him in on the details later if he needed help. He absently began doodling in the corner of his notebook. The class ended and everyone began packing up Harry glanced at his notebook and blushed furiously when he saw that a dragon covered half of the page. He quickly ripped it out and shoved it in the bottom of his bag before chasing after Ron who was currently looking for a suddenly absent Hermione.

Draco had seen Harry's blush, not that he had been watching him or anything he just happened to notice. When Harry had shoved a piece of paper into the bottom of his bag Draco's curiosity had gotten the best of him and with a quick summoning charm he buried the piece of paper into his bag to be analyzed later. He hurried out of the dungeons before Snape decided to talk to him, he may love the man but that didn't mean he wanted to talk to him. Draco hurried off to his dorm anxious for his free period. Meeting Pansy and Blaize in the common room the piece of paper was quickly forgotten in their intense game of who-does-Potter-think-he-is-anyway? And if Draco was less active than usual it was because he was thinking about his upcoming test in Ancient Runes, or so he told Blaize.

Draco hurried off to class and ran into Hermione in the doorway of their classroom. With a small sneer he pushed her aside and settled into a desk, he looked up in shock when Granger sat down next to him.

"What are you doing, Granger?"

She didn't answer him and began unpacking her supplies for the class. Draco faced a dilemma he could get up and move proving that Granger was forcing him to do something, or he could sit here pretending that he wasn't bothered by sitting next to a mudblood. He chewed it over before deciding to stay, he could annoy her as an excuse for him staying. He waited until she had unpacked all of her things before writing on a slip of paper large enough for her to read 'Can't get enough of me?' She reached for his parchment and he pulled it out of her reach. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her own, 'Whatever helps you sleep at night.' Draco leaned an inch closer to her before stage whispering in her ear.

"Granger as sexy as I am, I don't think that is an appropriate classroom discussion." There were several snickers around them and he watched Granger to red as she quickly leaned away. "Besides I couldn't bear the thought of sinking to your level."

She looked back at him with a very Slytherin smirk, "What do you know Malfoy, I was thinking the same thing." A few members of their audience gasped.

"Good to hear that you have finally accepted your place in society."

She turned to say something back but was stopped by the entrance of their Professor. He held a finger up to his lips before turning back to the front, pleased to have gotten in the last word. About five minutes into class he felt Granger kick his foot. He glanced at her in shock, he couldn't believe she would resort to violence in the middle of class. She rolled her eyes at his expression then quickly looked down at her parchment. He followed her gaze.

In her neat handwriting was the one question he had asked himself over and over, 'Did you mean what you said?' He shrugged at her but before he could look away she pushed the parchment closer to him. With a sigh he wrote his response, 'Yeah, I guess so.' She seemed content with his answer and quickly removed the two sentences with a wave of her wand. As soon as the class ended she turned on him. When he put all of his stuff back in his bag she grabbed the sleeve of his robes and dragged him into the hallway. His friends looked at him in surprise.

"She can't keep her hands off of me, and won't take the hint." He said with a smirk and a shrug. He heard Granger's growl over the laughter of his friends.

She dragged him into an empty corridor before pushing him into an abandoned classroom. "Oi! What is wrong with you?!"

She glared at him. "What can I say? I just can't keep my hands off of you."

"Hey I didn't have much of a choice! It was either that or face the embarrassment of being thought of in connection with you!"

"Subtle Malfoy." She glanced at her watch, "Okay here's the thing. You need to talk to Harry yourself."

Malfoy couldn't help grimacing at the thought. "And what exactly would I say to him, huh?"

"'I'm sorry' sounds like a decent way to start…" She said without sympathy.

"I can't exactly be seen chatting with Potter. I told you. You tell him. And no awkward encounters." He tried to move past her, she reached out a hand to stop him.

"You too really need to talk in person. I have experience in this thing. You do not want me playing owl for the two of you."

Draco had no idea what she was talking about and told her so.

"Oh for goodness sake. Just talk to him, okay?"

And without waiting for an answer she turned and walked out of the door.

Harry found himself sitting between his two best friends at dinner. They were trying to talk to him but he couldn't focus. He went to throw out the doodle after Transfiguration but he couldn't find it. He was trying not to think of the different people who could have found it. He comforted himself that not many people would make the connection between the drawing and his arch nemesis. His friends finally dragged him into the conversation that was pointedly not Quidditch which of course only served to remind him that he was also not Quidditch at the moment. An owl landed on the table in front of him a rare occurrence in itself and he sat staring at it confused until it softly nipped his hand to remind him of his letter. He gave it some of the food off of his plate and watched as it flew away. He looked at the familiar scrawl on the back and opted to wait until he was alone in his dorm to open it.

The meal finished quickly and Harry went with Hermione to the library so that she could again stay up until curfew working. Harry itched to open his letter, but didn't want to tell Hermione what was in it, so he waited. He thought about leaving Hermione, but last time she had fallen asleep here and woken the next morning with the print on half of her face. He resolutely waited until ten till curfew before telling her that they needed to go back. She nodded and began to close her book, reading until the cover closed over the sentences. With a sigh she packed up her stuff and pushed Harry back towards the common room, eager to finish the assignment.

Harry practically ran up the stairs to his dorm, he threw himself on the bed and yanked the curtains closed. He eagerly tore open the envelope.

"Potter,

"Hermione told me that we need to talk about what happened earlier this week. If you want to talk meet me at the top of the Astronomy tower tonight at 9. I'll wait for one quarter hour.

"DM"

He read the message inside and groaned before he flopped back on the bed his arm over his eyes. Stupid Hermione. First she gets involved in his business and then she gets in the way of said business. He placed the note under his pillow with a sigh. Then thinking quickly he grabbed him invisibility cloak and ran to the Owlery. He penned a quick note to Malfoy before hurrying back to his dorm. The owl flew off and Harry hoped that Malfoy would understand, or at least be annoyed enough to confront him in person.

Draco stood at the top of the tower where he said he would meet Potter. It had been over an hour and no sign of him. He needed to get back to the dorm soon as curfew was approaching. Instead he settled back against the wall and watched the grounds. It was truly magnificent to look at. He glanced at his watch. He had officially broken curfew. He waited a few more minutes before turning back towards the castle. He reached out to let himself back in when an owl soared up and landed on the wall around the balcony. Curious he reached out to the bird and raised an eyebrow when it didn't fly away. In fact it hopped closer and held out a leg with a hastily tied letter on it. He grinned at the untidy scrawl that gave his name. Giving the owl a treat he had in his pocket he opened the letter postponing the inevitable detention that came with being in the corridors this late at night.

"Malfoy,

"Hermione kept me in the library. Didn't get your message. I would like to talk. Same time, same place tomorrow? I'll wait this time.

"Guess."

Malfoy couldn't help the grin that covered his face as he read. Then the chuckle at the signature, only Potter would find that amusing. He tucked the letter inside his robes. His good mood building when he made it to his bed detention free. For some reason he was excited about meeting Potter. As that thought crossed his mind a frown crossed his face. He banished the thought and turned over to try and sleep. But he couldn't help the smile as he drifted off.

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