A/n: I apolgize in advance for the extreme shortness of the chapter. I've had slight writer's block and i've been working on my next chapter for mine and Slytherinchick's joint story...so please don't hate me! I promise chapter five will be way better in content and a whole lot longer!


Finding Common Ground

"Is it normal for Potter to act like this?" Blaise asked, as he pushed his plate away.

"Only if Voldemort invades his dreams." Ron replied.

"Oh," Blaise sighed "I guess he had one then?" Blaise stated directing his attention to Draco. Only a few minutes ago Harry made it clear that he didn't want Draco to bring it up to them so he just shrugged in response to Blaise.

Harry awoken with red puffy eyes, but surprisingly felt better he finally got it through his mind that it was only a dream and Voldemort was probably just trying to make him jump to conclusions like he did, the night Sirius was killed. He released a pent up sigh and gaped over at the clock on his bedside table. It was seven o'clock p.m. He had slept away the whole day because of his dream, which he found stupid. Figuring the others were in the common room Harry emerged from his room to find Ron and Blaise playing wizard chess, and Crabbe and Goyle eating just as there were when Harry left the room except now they were shoveling mounds of mashed potatoes into their mouths like slobs. Dean and Seamus were cuddling with each other in front of a bright crackling fire, while Hermione and Pansy were in a rather loud fit of giggles on the other side of the room. The only one who Harry didn't seem to notice was Draco who was snuggled up on the couch, alone reading what looked like Harry's copy of Quittage Through the Ages. Harry couldn't help but think about the peaceful expression on his face, or the way his eyes light up when he apparently read something interesting. Harry quickly shook the thoughts out of his head and sat down on the couch leaving a great deal of space between him and Draco.

"Finally decided to grace us all with your presence, have you Potter." Draco said closing the book and sitting it on the glass coffee take in front of him and Harry. Harry couldn't help but notice the letters H.J.P in black ink marked in the upper right hand corner of the book cover.

"Why'd you miss me?" Harry asked attempting the signature Malfoy smirk.

"That'd be the day." Draco scoffed in reply. Harry reached for his book.

"Haven't you to gotten over your differences yet?" Hermione asked

"You say yet like it's gonna happen. We have NOTHING in common." The huffed together.

"Oh come on there has to be something!" Pansy said "Me and Hermione are friends, and Ron and Blaise seem to be getting on just fine."

"That's great for you guys, but I doubt you can come up with 3 things me and Potter have in common." Draco said feeling sure of himself.

"Oh yeah?" Hermione replied "For starters you both are stubborn and hotheaded!" Pansy ticked off a finger.

"Are not!" Harry and Draco hissed.

"You both are in denial." Pansy said ticking off another finger.

"You both have come face to face with Voldemort and stood your ground." Blaise chimed in.

"Your both are seekers." Goyle added. Everyone including Crabbe looked at him in shock. Everyone thought Crabbe and Goyle never paid attention let alone were able to come up with some common ground for Draco and Harry to build off of.

"See even Goyle noticed one!" Pansy shrieked. "Will you please try to get along?"

Draco and Harry looked at each other as if they were trying to shoot daggers out of their eyes.

"Fine." They mumbled through gritted teeth. Pansy and Hermione knew they only agreed to it because they didn't want to be bothered, but took it as a step forward.

"I've got an idea!" Crabbe said. Everyone once again turned their attention in his and Goyle's directions. Two ideas in one day, hell must be frozen over! Draco thought.

"What's that?" Dean said curiously.

"How about a game, in the spirit of getting to know each other?" Crabbe replied

"Ok." they all agreed

"What games did you have in mind?" Seamus asked.

Five bottles of fire whiskey and ten shot glasses appeared on the table Crabbe and Goyle were sitting at.

"Oh the drinking kind." Seamus said answering his own question. This was sure to going to be a fun night.


A/N: I'm thinking Friday for the next chapter but i'm not entirely sure. It will Definatly be up no later than Saturday though for sure!

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