Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm trying to make the story an actual story, rather then just Harry and Malfoy hooking up for no apparent reason, or a very cliché reason. I'm going to try and get chapter 3 up by the end of today, but unfortunately I'm going to Disneyworld tomorrow, so I won't be able to update till the 8th :[.

Chapter 2- Potions

Still fuming when he woke up, Harry went downstairs for breakfast. His bad mood wasn't helped by having Double Potions in the morning. Piling eggs and bacon onto his place, he ate hungrily. A large whooshing sound was heard, and the mail arrived. Sure enough, Malfoy's eagle owl was delivering a larger parcel of cakes then usual. Chuckling to himself, Harry continued spreading butter on a piece of toast. Ron and Hermione joined him a few minutes later. Glancing at the Slytherin table, Hermione looked repulsed.

"Is she real- How does she have any self-respect at all?" she muttered to herself.

Looking over, Harry and Ron saw Pansy Parkinson feeding Malfoy his eggs. Snorting into his cup, they laughed all the way to the dungeons. Snape arrived shortly with the Slytherins.

"Enter," he said coldly.

The students filed into the room. Ron, Hermione, and Harry sat on the left side of the dungeon, while Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy sat at the front middle table.

"Today we will be brewing a very, complex potion. Mistakes can be disastrous, if not brewed correctly, but I do not expect many of you to do it right," he grinned at Ron.

"Unfortunately, I do not want you to know the effects, so I must unfortunately deprive you of what would be a very well-memorized speech from Miss Granger," said Snape, glancing at Hermione, "I want you to brew the potion, and write me and essay describing the effects of it. I expect that you can all read, turn to page 473, and do it right." He waved his wand, and the title and effects of the potion disappeared from their books.

There was a general scuffle as the class moved to get the necessary ingredients.

"Professor," Malfoy said in a helpless voice, "I can't cut up my Gurdey roots."

Harry knew what was coming, and sure enough, Snape called him.

"Potter, you can assist Mr. Malfoy."

"Can't Crabbe or Goyle do it?" He asked pleadingly.

"5 points from Gryffindor," said Snape curtly.

Rolling his eyes, Harry moved next to Malfoy.

"Cut these," said Malfoy, thrusting a few roots to Harry. Harry went to pick up the rest of them, but Malfoy stopped him. He seemed to be having some deep internal struggle.

"I'll try to cut the rest…"

Utterly baffled, Harry returned to cutting to roots. Malfoy still looked troubled.

"Malfoy, is something wro-"
"Thanks," said Malfoy shortly.

"Thanks for what?" asked Harry, taken aback.

"Thanks… for the gum…"

Harry stood shocked. Had Malfoy just shown the tiniest sign of friendliness?

"No problem…"

Harry returned to cutting Malfoy's ingredients, now with new pep. They each put the ingredients into their potions. Harry's turned a deep pink, but Malfoy's turned the color the book said it should be, which was a light red. The bell rang outside. Quickly pouring his potion from his cauldron to a goblet, he and Malfoy both drank.

Harry walked to Ron as he exited the room.

"Harry, I don't think I brewed the potio-" Ron stuttered, "I think I'm gonna be-" Ron was turning greener by the second.

"Hermione… I don't think Ron is alright…" said Harry.

"I'll take him to the Hospital Wing, it's right next to Arithmancy."

"Alright, I'll tell Trelawney he's there."

Harry walked up the corridor alone, until he heard footsteps behind him. It was Malfoy.

"…Hi…" said Harry awkwardly.

"Hi" said Malfoy.

An awkward silence pursued, until Harry spoke.

"Well?"

Malfoy looked very confused again. His face was screwed up in concentration. He finally spoke.

"I thought about what you said to me yesterday… and I guess it's true. I'm not better then anyone else, just because I have more money and purer blood. And about your parents… I'm sorry."

Harry was stunned. Draco Malfoy had the ability to be nice?

"So, I guess what I'm saying is… I'm sorry for making fun of you all these years…and Weasly and Granger…"

"Thanks Malfoy," Said Harry cheerfully. He felt much less hostile towards the boy. Harry then realized they were still together, even though he was climbing the stairs to the North Tower.

"You have Divination?" They both asked at the exact same time.

"Yes," replied Harry.

The climbed the ladder and went through the trap door. Harry sat in the front alone at an empty table. Surprisingly, Malfoy joined him.

"Hello, class," said Professor Trelawney in her dreamy voice, "Today, we will begin staring into… the orb!"

This statement obviously did not have the intended effect, because the entire class sat dully. Lavender and Parvati were the only excited ones.

"Please come and get a crystal ball, and set it on the stand in the center of the table. Open to page 203 of Unfogging the Future, and take notes on what you observe."

Malfoy started to get up, but Harry said, "I'll get it." He returned with two crystal balls. After several minutes of blankly staring into the fog, the majority of the class ignored the crystals and began to talk. To avoid more awkward silence, Harry brought up the one thing they had in common- Quidditch.

"So… Flint is really… bulking you guys up I can see."

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Flint is an idiot. If he had any sense, he'd no that Seekers are supposed to be TINY and NIMBLE. It does have some perks, though."

He rolled up his robe's sleeve, grinning, and flexed. The muscles in his arms contracted, and a huge bicep formed. Harry noticed a bunch of the girls in the class staring. Out of fleeting impulse, Harry did it. He moved forward and felt the muscle, making it seem like he was only an impressed friend. He felt an electric shock run through his body and his fingers felt the firmness of the rock hard muscle. He pulled away before anything seemed too weird. Malfoy rolled his sleeve down as the bell rang.

"I'll see you later, Malfoy," said Harry.

Malfoy grinned and walked closer to Harry.

"Tonight at 11:30, meet me in the 7th floor corridor with the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy."

He marched down the North Tower, leaving Harry confused.

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So what do you guys think? The next chapter has some Harry/Draco action :.

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