Hey, this chapter should clear up a few things.

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"What? What do you mean, it's locked?" Draco's voice was low and dangerous.

Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "The door won't open. Not by alohamora or even key."

Draco swore and flopped down on his bed. Harry sighed and climbed onto his own. He sat crossed legged and started to clear his mind. His bed moved as someone else got onto it. Harry opened his eyes to see grey; he backed up a bit, now he could see Draco's entire face.

"You're Wiccan?" Harry nodded and Draco copied his position. "I suppose I shall have to join you then." So they sat there hand in hand and meditated. Harry must have gone deeper or something, because out of nowhere Harry slumped forward onto Draco, startling him out of his trance. He watched as Harry started to talk. But the voice was not his own.

"Work together and you shall see,

Just how it was meant to be.

Don't, and you shall never know,

The answer to that question,

Oh so long ago."

Harry bolted upright, gasping. "What the hell was that?" he looked at Draco, who was at as much of a loss as Harry. "What did I say?" Draco repeated Harry's words, to which Harry said, "Wow, I was a poet and I didn't know it," Something struck a chord in Draco. He started laughing, which cause Harry to look at him as if he was crazy. Draco looked at Harry's face and started laughing even harder. His laughter was contagious soon they were both rolling around on Harry's bed laughing. "Ow, stomach ache." Harry gasped.

Suddenly a slip of paper came through under the door. Draco walked over and picked it up. "Damn." He listened carefully and could hear giggling from outside. Before Draco could read what it said, Harry came over and plucked the note out of his hands. Hey Potter, I think you should know that Draco's extremely ticklish. Draco took the note back off Harry. As soon as he read it his face paled.

"She lies; I'm not ticklish at all!" He said turning to Harry.

"Liar! You are the most ticklish person I have ever met!" Pansy's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Shut your trap Parkinson!"

"We should probably get out of here…"

"Yeah, but how?"

"I don't know! Ask Granger, she should know."

"If she's in on this, like we think she is, then why would she let us out?" Draco fell silent. They had been locking in their room for almost the whole day. Needless to say they were bored. So far the only thing they had agreed on, was the fact that the girls, and possibly Dumbledore, had locked them in there.

"I'm hungry." Draco complained.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you," he fell silent for a moment. "I've been thinking," Draco looked up, curious. "Well were going to be living together… and… well…"

"Just spit it out Potter." Draco drawled from where he lay on his bed.

"I suggest a truce."

"Are you trying to say you're gay, in some weird way?" Hmmm… I wonder.

"What? No! At least, I don't think so… anyway, truce or no?"

"Ill think about it…"

"What do you mean, you'll think about it!"

"Ill think about whether it's worth my fathers disappointment or not." Draco replied.

"Oh."

"Tell you what," Draco said, after a few minutes. "Answer me a few questions and ill call truce with you."

Harry nodded. "Okay."

Draco came over and sat down next to Harry. "First question, any girlfriends? Ever?"

"No."

"So you're a virgin?" Harry was starting to regret this.

"Yes." He finally answered.

"Pathetic, mind you I shouldn't be talking, I am too," Draco smirked. "Question two. How long have you been Wiccan?"

"Long enough."

"What's your area of study?"

"Tarot."

"I can just imagine, 'Come get your fortune read with the By-Who-Lived'!" Draco said, sweeping a hand in front of him as if to symbolize a sign.

"Yeah laugh it up ferret. What's yours?" Harry sneered.

"Healing, Wiccan style."

"Cool, could you teach me?"

"If you teach me tarot."

"Fine it can be part of our truce." Harry bargained, eyes laughing.

"Fine last question. Is it just me or is it getting really hot in here?" Draco asked, looking around and fanning his face."

"Yeah it kind of is." Harry agreed, and without a second thought ripped of his shirt.

"On second thoughts, I have two more questions."

"Shoot."

"Do you have a problem against gays?" Draco peered at Harry's face. "It's just that you didn't really answer before."

"No, I don't have a problem with them," Harry answered. "I can just never pick 'em."

"Good, are you gay?" to which Harry just sat there and didn't say anything. "Fine don't worry about that."

"No, you just surprised me is all," Harry paused and took a breath. "To tell the truth I don't really know whether I'm gay or not… I mean I've never liked a guy, but I've never really liked a girl either."

"Well have to do something about that," Draco mused. "Oh well you answered my questions, so truce." He held out his hand and they had a weird case of dejavu as Harry hesitated, then the moment was over as he finally did.

"Truce."