Chapter three is here! Chapter four and five will be posted sometime today, whenever I get around to uploading them. This is a filler chapter. Despite it being a filler, though, it is necessary for this story. Very necessary.

: You like the descriptions? Really? YESH! I've been trying very hard to make my descriptions better, but not over-the-top. It's a little easier in Draco's POV, because he was always the type to notice a lot of things, so if I described water dripping off a branch or something, it wouldn't seem as weird. Does that make ANY sense? If I do do Deleted Scenes and a Sequel, then it will be a few weeks before I can write anything. Everything is backed up because of this little project. Thanks for reviewing!

Disclaimer: Yeah, I still don't own this. Not now. Not ever. And the line "for if they heard Black complain one more time about him, they were moving to Australia" is from the children's book 'Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day' where he always says 'If something so-and-so happens, I'm moving to Australia.'.

Kismet

Chapter Three: Stags, Wolfs, and Dogs, Oh My!

Draco, looking back on the past month, couldn't believe how much things had changed. How much he had changed. And it was all because of Potter.

At first, they had avoided each other to their hearts content, but were finding it harder and harder to do so. By the end of his first week, Potter and Lupin had confronted him, almost begging him to give them a chance, for if they heard Black complain one more time about him, they were moving to Australia. After a few days, they could be found having tentative conversations in their Common Room, slowly moving to safe topics to debating Quidditch teams. Potter had even managed to con a few stories of his son from Draco, who had made nasty remarks the whole way through. Soon, Potter had apparently gotten the hint and asked for stories of his friends instead, maybe hoping to gather together the off-hand comments about Potter Jr. and turn them into his own little fantasy son. Potter could tolerate Draco's new friends now, though, just as Draco could slightly more then tolerate the Marauders.

Which led him to now, lounging in front of a roaring fire. The Marauders were visiting, as usual, and it was one of their better nights. Ja-Potter was whispering mischievously to Black at one of their study tables, Pettigrew bouncing in the seat beside them, beady eyes alight with excitement. Lupin was lying across the couch, reading a book about magical creatures. He was briefly reminded of Lupin's 'furry little problem', as James 'discretely' put it, and wondered if Lupin would ever tell him on his own free will. Draco was lying on his back in front of the fire, staring up at the ceiling that was twinkling with stars, an enchantment Lucius, Severus, and him had worked on for a week. It portrayed the night sky, as if there were no clouds or trees blocking their view. All-in-all, it was a regular, every day setting.

Though today wasn't just any other day. It was exactly a month since his arrival and Draco was, dare he admit it, confused. That seemed to happen more and more now. Somehow, the Marauder's had set their sights on being almost friendly with Draco. But why would they be? Sure, they had, without his permission, taken to calling him by his first name and he hadn't snapped at them. And he had helped Lupin with his potions homework at times. But did that give them a reason to be friendly with him? Thinking back, Draco hadn't realized how much he had missed. Touches were longer, less forced. Conversations seemed to come to them easily now. Yes, they had seemed to have gotten friendly with each other. But did he want to be their friend?

Yes, Draco decided. He did want to be friend's with them, and he knew just the way to start it off.

A small part of him protested vehemently, saying that these were his Godfather's tormentors, Gryffindors, one of them the father of his rival… But these protests fell on deaf ears as Draco purposefully yawned loudly, causing Pot-James to pause a moment in his plotting and cast a curious and, to his surprise, concerned look. Filing the information away for later, Draco rolled over off his stomach and slowly sat up, stretching his arms above his head. He didn't notice James eyes lock on the sliver of pale skin that showed when his shirt rode up. Draco stood slowly, yawning and settling one hand on his stomach. Facing Black, he let the yawn die down before addressing him.

"Hey, Sirius, care to go to the kitchens with me? I didn't eat much dinner and I'm starved." Jaws dropped in unison and Draco smirked at the boys, raising an eyebrow at their expression. "You'll catch flies like that." He stated dryly, already making his way to exit the portrait.

"Draco, wait! You can't just call one of us by our first names and leave without an explanation!" Draco rolled his eyes at James's whiny tone, but turned to face him anyways.

"Well, James, I decided that if you got to call me by my first name, I could do the same. Besides, I know two Potters, and calling you Potter is confusing me. And since I couldn't just call you by your proper name, I had to include all of you." It was a weak excuse, Draco knew. Bu it was apparently enough for them, for James broke out in a wide grin. Remus smiled indulgently at him and Sirius jumped from his seat with a 'Whoop!' of excitement. Running towards him, Sirius grabbed his wrist and proceeded to drag him out of the room. At this rate, every Marauder would have dragged me someplace by the end up this month. Draco was smiling slightly though, and let himself be dragged, until Sirius stopped just outside the door. Sirius spun to face him, and Draco was momentarily shocked at the calm, knowing smile now gracing his face.

"I'm glad to know I was wrong about you, Draco." Sirius smiled cheerfully at him and Draco was too busy trying to keep up to think about Sirius's words.

Yes, I know it's very short, but I like this chapter. The next two are my favorite, though ;) Review, please!