Hello all! So here is the next installment of this little...whatever it is. Hehehe, now I'm not so sure how this chapter is going to turn out because I only had the one-shot written to last chapter, meaning I have to type from scratch what happens next, which takes a while. So I hope this is just as good (if not better) than the other parts.

Disclaimer: The golden trio and Draco with his delectable arse all belong to JKR unfortunately, but at least I can still play with them a bit so long as this itsy bitsy disclaimer is here. *laughs evilly* Be afraid Harry Potter crew, be very afraid.

*Characters look nervous*

Here is too my reviewers, who I am thankful for because so far I only have two but they are totally awesome, Thanks for Reviewing guys(or girls as the case may be)

MegassaTheBomber: Good, I wasn't sure what a good length for a chapter was, so now I know. Nine pages per chapter. And yes isn't his arse just so deliciously amazing. Harry thinks so and I tend to agree with anything he says, good choice in joining us on our opinion.

Gaaralover51141: Yes I thought the broom ride was especially cute and screamed "awwww!" I really am thinking of continuing this, it looks like a good idea. I admit I ahem "borrowed" his lesson theme from the 3rd book, because Hippogriffs were their first lesson of the year, where Draco was an arse whole and provoked one nearly getting diced in the process. That's ok we still love him.

A boy was walking back and forth in a hallway, muttering to himself. Out of no where a blonde haired boy joined him stopping him mid pace. The boy with the glasses stopped and stared at the blonde and before he could do anything the blonde grabbed him, rather roughly, and pushed him against the wall. It was debatable what the emerald eyed boy said but it sounded a whole lot like, "Holy Shnikeys!" before his mouth was covered by the other boys.

From a certain perspective, behind a certain corner you could see the action that was occuring in their mouths; such as their tongues battling over the honor of fucking the others mouth. Now some would consider the pair quite hot. The dark haired boy was not overly muscular but neither was he scrawny, he had messy black hair, round glasses and the brightest emerald green eyes a person ever saw. Of course, as soon as someone looked at this boy's forehead it was quite obvious who it was. The blonde was just that a blonde, but his hair wasn't golden it nearly looked white and very neat, and it seemed his arse was rather nice as well.

Now there could be a number of questions one would ask if watching from a distance or even stumbling upon their, ahem extracurricular activity. The real question being is not "Who are they?" but "What in Merlin's name are they DOING?" For which the answer would be, "Well what does it bloody LOOK like were doing dunderhead?" of course said by the Blonde who was definitely a Slytherin by his response and over all attitude, causing said questioner to go scurrying down the hall.

"Well that wasn't very nice." the dark haired boy admonished, or as he was known throughout the school as the one and only Harry James Potter.

"Well excuse me Potter but the next Hufflepuff that interrupts is going to have a hex aimed in a very painful place." Of course as he rants on, Harry rolls his eyes and shuts him up the best way he can.

"Malfoy stop wasting time and kiss me." Draco Malfoy cut off mid rant and nearly attacked the Gryffindor's mouth. Ater a while Draco drew back for a breath.

"Potter?"

"What?" Harry mumbled.

"Potter." the voice demanded, Harry didn't feel like answering he wanted more of that lip action-

"POTTER!" Harry shot up from the couch,

"Where the Fluffy?" he asked disoriented. He focused again and saw Draco Malfoy with his bag and books staring at him strangely before breaking out in an uproar of laughter. 'Damn it! It was so real too!' Harry thought with a pout.

"Flu-fl-fluffy? Really Potter I've heard 'Where's the fire,' but FLUFFY?" he asked in between laughs. Harry scowled resisting temptation to smack him over the head with a book. Harry grumbled under his breath. If HE had to face a giant three headed dog in HIS first year named Fluffy than Harry was sure Malfoy would be more concerned about a dog named fluffy than a fire.

"Ok I get it." Malfoy calmed down. And still chuckled faintly before taking a sear on the couch across from him.

"Do you always fall asleep during your lessons?" the blonde asked him. Harry snorted.

"I wouldn't have fell asleep if you had hurried the hell up." he told him shaking his head while getting his bag placed somewhere out of the way.

"Well, I was occupied at the moment." Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"If you were busy this period then we could have rescheduled." he pointed out. Malfoy shook his head.

"No, I want to learn this as soon as possible. How long do you think it will be for me to get this?" he asked him. Harry thought about it.

"It really depends." he told the boy.

"On what?"

"Well," he thought, "How fast of a learner you are for one." he said out loud thinking of his own experience, "and most importantly, being able to remember your happiest moment." Draco looked confused. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I know you didn't do your homework, but didn't you listen to the explanation at least?" Draco scowled. Harry sighed in exasperation.

"Ok ok, we'll start from the beginning. Let's start then shall we?" he asked him, at the nod of affirmation he asked the room for the DA training room, which consisted of a room with wall to floor mirrors all around the walls, padded mats and a few dummies leaning against the corner of the room, just in case.

"What's with the mirrors?" Malfoy asked curiously. Harry was making a space against the wall for something, but turned his head to look at the Slytherin.

"The mirrors helps." he told him, "When your doing spell work a lot of times it helps to see yourself doing the wand movements. And when your practicing your dueling it allows you to see if your stance is wrong or slightly off or such." he explained. "While reading something and then performing is a good way to get down a spell or such, seeing also helps you memorize just like saying the spell aloud will help you get down the words correctly, even when your just practicing with a pencil or something." Draco looked impressed but nodded.

"Ok, so first things first," harry moved to the center of the room, gesturing for him to follow. "Keep your wand away at the moment and repeat this. Expecto Patronus." Harry said it slow enough to emphasize the pronunciation but not enough to insult the blonde by thinking him stupid. Draco repeated the spell, Harry corrected him a few times but he got down the words very quickly.

"It's important to pronounce it right or no matter how much effort you put in it won't matter because it won't work." Malfoy nodded.

"Ok, so now that you got the words, lets try the memories." Malfoy looked alarmed at that.

"You are going nowhere NEAR my memories Potter!" he yelled. Harry shook his head quickly. Calming the other boy down.

"No no, that's not what I meant! We won't be seeing your memories, you will be thinking of them. The happiest one you have specifically." Draco nodded warily.

"What does this have to do with anything?" he asked him.

"The patronus spell only works if you have a happy memory or feeling backing the spell. As you know Dementors suck the happiness out of you, which is why you feel cold and miserable when they are nearby." Harry made a face after saying that, he hated dementors. Malfoy nodded, showing he was following Harry. "The whole point of this spell is to stop that from happening, but you can't just blast a dementor away or something, they are half corporeal and half solid," he started to explain when Draco looked lost, "meaning that they are kinda of like half ghost. Spells won't affect them, just like the ghosts here, like Nearly Headless Nick or the Bloody Baron. except the main difference between dementors and ghosts is that dementors are solid enough to touch things, but spells like stupefy or any other hex or jinx will go right through them. Offensive spells won't harm them."

"Then how does this patronus work?" Draco asked. Harry smiled.

"Ah, that's because te patronus is a shield." Harry emphasized.

"Meaning they are defensive spells." Draco said in understanding.

"Exactly." Harry clarified.

"So is it like a normal shielding charm?"

"No, it's very different. A normal shielding charm won't work, because your not blocking a spell, your trying to fend of a dementor who feeds off your happiness. Think of it like a vortex or a vacuum. They suck up any emotion that resembles happy or excitement so that only the memories and feelings of despair and loneliness are left to think about. They don't obliviate you," he assured the shocked blonde, "it's more like they make you temporarily forget about any remote awareness that happiness exists as an emotion, you get this?" Malfoy nodded he knew what dementors were but never thought this deep into them before.

"So why the happy memory?" he asked in interest.

"Because the shield your erecting is a shield made up entirely of happiness. This is so the dementor feeds off the shield instead of you! But in order for the shield to be made of happiness you have to provide an example or sample of the emotion. The shield takes that feeling, amplifies it and then bam! You have a shield of happiness around you making you perfectly fine and the dementor sucking on a shield." The entire time Harry had been explaining this concept, Draco was absorbed in everything he was saying. By the end of the explanation Draco was awed at how well Harry taught. Draco never knew any of this and Harry explained it perfectly but not by quoting a book like Granger would have. He had did the same thing in Care of Magical Creatures when they had discussed Hippogriffs and Phoenixes.

"Ok, now that you know all that, lets try the shield." Under Harry's instructions, Draco thought of his happiest memory, this was very hard for him because if Draco admitted to himself, he didn't have a very happy life in general. His parents loved him of course but a pureblood family was very different then a half-blood or even a muggle family. Feelings weren't big in his family, at least not when he was younger.

Since the Malfoys had switched sides they had been a lot happier. With the Dark Lord gone Lucius had understandably spent more time and consideration with his son and wife, granted as he had almost lost them. So even though his childhood hadn't been happy even though he was given anything he wanted, he had plenty of pleasant memories to think of just recently. Draco thought of his father's face when his mother had announced her big surprise. Draco had never seen his father speechless and just the thought of the dignified Lucius Malfoy with his mouth handing open and his eyes wide as saucers made him cackle with glee. Harry looked at him strangely for a second before grinning.

"Got your memory?" Draco nodded.

"Oh yeah, all ready." Harry looked wary.

"I don't think I want to know." he mumbled, "Ok, give it try then." he stood back as Malfoy pointed his wand in the empty air and said,

"Expecto Patronus." in a controlled voice. White mist exploded from his wand. Harry shielded his eyes before blinking away the spots.

"Did I do it?" he asked him. Harry nodded.

"Yes, but only half correct." Draco glared.

"Hey! I'm teaching you not trying to offend you. Many people don't even get anything their first try." he told him, that seemed to satisfy Malfoy. Harry rolled his eyes, once an arrogant git, always an arrogant git. 'Wish he was MY arrogant git'

"Ok, I think I know what your mistake was. Make sure you concentrate on the feeling of the memory and what emotion it gives off, not just the memory itself. Your memory is definitely powerful enough for the spell to work if the brightness of the flash is anything to go by, but I think the emotion wasn't given enough credit, also keep a hold of it the whole time your casting the spell."

Draco tried 3 more times, the last try finally worked. As Draco said the spell a white shield came up and Harry grinned as it stayed up for a minuet before disappearing.

"Good job! If you eventually give more effort you can get a corporeal patronus."

"You mean the animal?" Draco asked. Harry nodded.

"Each patronus is different for each unique person, the animal represents who you are, sometimes it can be your animagus form as well, but not always." As Harry moved over to the other side of the room to do something Draco thought about what his animal for his patronus would be. Something big, he decided, like a dragon. Draco grinned. Then looked over to Harry. He was bent down and clearing a space towards the wall.

"So was my memory powerful enough for an animal one then?" Draco asked

"It should be. That must have been one happy memory for it to work that well." Harry said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Well it was actually my father's reaction to my mothers surprise. It was very amusing." Harry nodded amused.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked him. Harry stood up fully from where he was currently crouched.

"We are going to see Remus real quick." he informed him. Malfoy frowned.

"Why?" he asked disdainfully. Seeing the werewolf didn't appeal to him at all. Harry glared at him slightly.

"Because the only way to know if you've really got the patronus spell down is to test it on a dementor." Draco looked at him in horror.

"And your saying he has one?"

"No," he scowled at him, "but he has the next best thing." Harry didn't give him time to ask what he meant by that. Draco ran to catch up with the Gryffindor. They were silent as they made towards their destination. The Defense against the Dark Arts room. Harry stopped at the door before the class room and knocked. This was Remus's office.

"Come in." they heard and Harry opened the door with Malfoy following and closing it behind them.

"Harry." Remus smiled at him, he saw the Slytherin behind him and looked confused and slightly shocked but smiled none-the-less. "And Mr. Malfoy, anything I can help you with?" Harry smiled back at the marauder. He dearly loved Remus, he was as much a parental figure to him as Padfoot or Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, actually do you know where I can find a boggart handy?" he asked him.

"Yes, actually I keep one handy just in case for my lessons. But Harry," Remus for all the world looked amused,"what one earth do you need a boggart for?". Draco also wondered why they needed a boggart if they were working on fending off dementors. "We need to practice the patronus spell." Remus caught on,

"And the best way to see if it works is to test it out." Harry nodded smiling. "I see, well then I have no problem lending you my boggart." he looked amused at his own words. "However he is in a trunk at the moment, do you have someplace to practice this?"

"Yes were using the Ror." Draco looked horrified that Harry was giving this information away to a teacher of all people, friend or not!

"Something wrong Malfoy?" Harry asked him nearly laughing at his expression. Harry knew what that look was for.

"You just bloody told a teacher about a very useful room." he hissed at Harry. Harry laughed along with Remus.

"It's quite alright Mr. Malfoy, he didn't break any student code or some kind, I already knew about it." Draco looked at him suspiciously. Harry laughed.

"Malfoy, he was a well part of a well known prankster group when he went to school, he knew about the secret passages long before any of us!" Draco looked shocked but nodded, storing this away for a later topic to think on.

"Where's the trunk?" he asked Remus. Remus led them to his private rooms and showed them an old decorative trunk that was slightly shaking but wasn't making any noise.

"I had to put a silencing spell on it, since he can get pretty loud when he wants and makes my nights difficult." Harry nodded chuckling while Draco looked around in interest. Lupin had nice taste he had to admit.

"Thanks Remus, I'll return it right after this period ends."

"No problems Harry make good use of him, he hasn't seen a lot of action lately." Harry grinned before levitating the trunk and going back to the Ror.

"Potter, what does a boggart have to do with a dementor. Last I knew they were two very different creatures." Draco asked as soon as they were back in the room.

"Because a boggart turns into whatever a person fears. And even though I only fear, fear itself, it could turn into anything for me. But usually it turns into a dementor because it gave a lasting impression on me in 3rd year." Draco had a sense of understanding, that made sense then.

"Ok, so lets see if you can work under pressure. Getting the spell to work and doing it in a crisis are two different things, you know this, after all you were a spy, and a damn good one too." he muttered the last part but Draco was sure he knew what he had said. He smirked but didn't say anything. Harry set the trunk up against the wall and poised his wand at the trunk waiting for Draco to give the signal he was ready. Draco could do this, he had faced death eaters, dark lords, and very horrific torture sessions, a dementor would be a dent in the goblet compared to all of that. He nodded and Harry flicked his wand letting the trunk open. Harry stood in front of it so that it turned into a dementor and draco stood slightly behind him but still beside him so he could get a clear shot. He felt the familiar coldness and hopelessness creep up on him and in a flare of determination he said,

"Expecto Patronus!" out of his wand shot a figure that slammed right into the dementor it smacked around the room playfully dodging and forcing it around all over, before giving it one last good shove, right back into the trunk! Harry slammed and locked the trunk again and grinned as Draco stared at his patronus, it was a small and lithe creature and the white glow to it gave it a sense of awe bit also made all the more funnier because the animal that was butting its head against Draco's chin was a ferret and it's whiteness was the same exact color as Malfoy's hair, making it look exactly like Draco looked when the fake mad-eye turned him into a ferret. Harry held back a laugh knowing his rival wouldn't appreciate it, it wasn't that hard though because Harry thought the ferret looked down right awe-inspiring and rather adorable. 'Just like it's caster." Harry thought fondly, he smiled softly at the sight of Draco petting his patronus and smiling that genuine and accomplished smile.

The ferret disappeared and the disappearance seemed to snap him out of it for he was soon glaring at Harry.

"I'm surprised, no disparaging comment?" he sneered. Harry looked at him slightly frowning.

"Why would I? A corporeal patronus is very difficult and the fact that you did it at all is amazing in itself. Also I think it suits you." he quickly continued as he saw Malfoy about to yell, "But not it the way your thinking. It...fits you. You're a slytherin and ferrets are very sneaky, and mobile. Even though the symbol is a snake, it's not really useful to try to get around in. Their movement is very limited where the Ferret is very good at climbing and such, on top of that they are adorable in general." Harry said slyly. Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Did you just call Slytherins adorable Potter?" Harry shrugged.

"Some of them are." he commented lightly. Draco didn't respond for a minuet, you could tell he was holding back his snickering.

"Please, tell me you don't like Pansy." Harry stopped short for a minuet before vehemently shaking his head.

"Fuck no!" he told him. Malfoy chuckled.

"That makes two of us." Harry didn't look surprised. He knew Draco didn't like her, she clung to him tighter than cling wrap, and each and every time she did he looked like he was going to hurl.

"Well, you did well, you have a lot of magic and a good head in a crisis, though we already knew that. The fact that you didn't get it while without the dementor yet produced an animal with the boggart shows that like me you needed a catalyst to react too. I can do them without having to face a dementor and with practice you should be able to too. It's like riding a bike, once you get the first time you can do it all the other times." Malfoy looked confused.

"What's a bike?" he asked, Harry nearly laughed as he saw Draco Malfoy pronounce the word "bike" like it were a difficult Latin phrase.

"Err never mind, muggle thing." Malfoy made a face.

"Um thanks Potter, for helping and all." Harry nodded.

"But before you go, do you think..." he trailed off, for once Draco didn't know quite how to ask something. Well he knew HOW but wasn't sure his pride would let him. Ah to hell with it. He cleared his throat and regained his confidence. "What's your patronus look like?" Harry smiled in amusement at the blondes antics before casting his patronus. The usual stag pranced around the expanse of the room before stopping on front of harry and nudging his shoulder with his nose. Harry petted the stag reverently and with a gentle smile, watching as it disappeared.

"So, a deer?" Harry snorted.

"No, it was a stag didn't you notice the antlers?" Draco grimaced.

"I don't know a lot about stags or deers or anything, and I don't want a lesson on one either!" he quickly said. Harry laughed.

"Well simply put a Stag is a male deer, and only male deer have antlers or else called a rack."

"Ahh, so how does a stag fit your personality Potter?" he asked in a superior tone, though his teasing grin gave him away.

"Well A stag is a pack animal, the like groups and are always the leader. Stags will fight each other over a doe-a girl deer." he clarified for the other, "They are very protective as well."

"Well," he drawled, "I can see where that fits you. You're always the leader and you get down right nasty when it comes to Granger and the Weaslette." Harry glared.

"Don't call he that." he snapped. The blonde Slytherin smirked.

"See my point?" Harry realized he was played and scoffed playfully.

"Yea well, the patronus is supposed to reflect the person." he told him dryly. Draco nodded. "Well," he looked at his watch and his eyes widened. "Shit! It's nearly time for the next class, and I still have to return that boggart!" Draco snickered.

"Well you have fun with that." Harry glared. As he quickly gathered his stuff up and levitated the trunk again Draco started towards the door but then looked at Harry in consideration.

"Potter!" he called, Harry whirled around. "I know you have difficulty in potions and there is more than likely no hope for you, but I'd rather not get faulty potions on me every class." Harry flushed red, though in anger or embarrassment he didn't know. He was willing to bet anger. "Between you and Longbottom, we have no chance." Yup that was definitely in anger.

"Your point Malfoy." Harry bit out.

"Tuesday in the library, be there." Draco eyed the trunk that was still shaking. Harry looked at him in astonishment.

"Your offering to help me in potions? Why?"

"Would you rather I not?" Harry quickly assured him by shaking his head. "And besides, I don't like owing people things,"

"But I never asked for anything." Harry told him. Malfoy shook his head sadly.

"Your hopeless. Slytherins always repay for something given freely, whether payment was asked or not. It's in the code book somewhere." Harry nodded.

"Ok." he said sagely, "I can understand that." Draco nodded.

"We'll make you a slytherin yet Potter." Harry stared at him as he turned around and headed out the door, Harry followed after the trunk trailing behind.

"Is that why your acting like this? You're trying to convert me?" he asked in amusement.

"Well, you do have some qualities worthy of our house. You're already associating with the biggest Slytherin alive, you successfully managed to rule your own house, whether that's how you see it or not," he told a protesting Harry. "You convinced the other houses to work together and actually got them to work in inter-house groups for the greater good of society." he was talking about the research teams and classes the 5th year participated in but was now for all years. "And you manipulated the ministry to add them as classes and somehow got the press to cooperate with you. And according to the gossip network, something about black mail." Harry blushed, he did find something to throw back at Fudge to get him to listen, two words; Rita. Skeeter.

"Well, yea but most of that wasn't me."

"AND, you like to let other people take the credit while you hide in the shadows, your underlying actions scream Slytherin, Potter." Malfoy told him with satisfaction and Harry processed this.

Of course, Harry already knew this, after all the sorting hat did want to put him in the Slytherin his first year, however he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to tell Malfoy that, at least not until he knew what the heck this thing was between them. He wasn't sure if it was a friendship or not; it didn't seem like a normal friend relationship.

They were silent the rest of the way to Remus's office. Draco was only going the same way because Ancient Runes was this way. As Harry stopped at Lupin's door Draco turned around, something Harry had said earlier had stuck with him.

"Oh and by the way Potter, you do realize that you called me cute?" Harry choked and stared at the Slytherin Prince as he sashayed away to his next class.

Holy Shnikeys! 3 hours straight of typing and writing, my wrists are SO killing me! So Harry and Draco covered some ground, that's good. Maybe they will become something resembling friends but how would the school react? If you didn't know I'm grinning like a maniac right now. Give me a review. I like to know that people are reading my story, especially since I'm working really hard at this one. Oh and by the way if you want a good Harry/Draco story and like Independent!Harry, look up on google: HP fandom-secrets just like that hyphen and all and it should be the first link. Its got 62 chapters and each of them are super long! It's like a freaking novel! But its finished and really good! I'm currently re-reading it because it's been a few months sense I first found it and I was dying to read something like it. However as many as the other stories I read with the same theme, not a lot of them measured up. Also look up Ascension of the Scorpion Sorcerer on google, it rocks!

~In Love With A Dead Warrior