OK. So the ruler button still isn't working. Lame lame lame. But wow to the reviewers! (not reviewees.. silly me) Your comments rock my world (and my socks) :D This was probably the fastest I've written a chapter due to that. It's a bit weird. But then again.. this whole story's a bit weird, so that's nothing new! Just my warped sense of humour again..! But yeah! Hope you all like it! ...Riyan...

Draco was sulking. He hated losing. Bloody Potter always won. The Boy-Who-Goddamn-Lived. Maybe he should let Voldemort finish him off.. Then he wouldn't have to go through embarrassment like this. But on the other hand, he was good company. He could take a dare when handed one. But he always won. Draco was determined that in his stay at the Manor, Potter would lose at something. He didn't know what but he would bring him down.

Harry was still grinning like an idiot. They had put their horses away and were now walking back up to the Manor. Draco glared at him but Harry ignored him.

"Goddamn it, Potter. I don't want to dye my hair!" Draco said, pouting.

"Fair's fair, Malfoy," Harry laughed. Draco shot him another death glare and again Harry ignored him, a smile playing about his face. Draco gave up. He would just have to do the bloody dare. He shuddered. It was going to be so embarrassing.

He felt Harry grab his hand as they were walking and tried to snatch it away but Harry hissed at him,

"They're coming." Draco scowled but kept a hold of Harry's hand, interlacing their fingers. "And stop looking so grumpy," Harry added. "It's not the end of the world!"

"Yeah, for you it's not. You bloody won! You get to watch me pole dance.. topless! You're bloody lucky!" Draco argued. Harry laughed.

"True, true," he said. "This should be fun!"

"But if you dare laugh, Potter, I will hex you from here into next Tuesday."

"Who said it was funny?" Harry asked. "I'm going to be enjoying watching you writhe." Draco almost stopped walking. Harry laughed even harder. "Writhe, in embarrassment," he said. Draco scowled and hit him on the shoulder.

Voldemort and Lucius came into view in the distance. Voldemort's robes were pink. Harry pulled Draco closer to his side. He let go of Draco's hand and instead put his hand in the back pocket of Draco's trousers. Draco jumped at the intimacy but allowed Harry's hand to stay there. He put his own arm around Harry's shoulder.

Lucius hailed them when they were about fifty metres from them. Harry and Draco went over to return the greeting. Voldemort looked twitchy. He kept flexing his fingers.

"Hello boys," Lucius said in a frosty tone. Harry nodded in assent but Draco said,

" 'Sup Dad? How's it hanging?" Lucius frowned.

"Draco, stop trying to be 'Gangsta'. It doesn't become you. You're a rich, white kid. Your mother is not a 'ho' and I'm not a 'pimp daddy'." Harry could actually hear the inverted commas.

"Whatever minger you work in MacDonald's," Draco replied, using the hand gestures W, M, W, M with his fingers.

"Draco? You haven't been.. ah.. experimenting with anything in.. er.. Daddy's Private Room now have you?" Lucius asked, looking worried.

"No, Dad, I haven't been stealing your stock." Lucius narrowed his eyes. Voldemort hiccuped and a small flower by his foot died. Harry had almost forgotten he was there.

"Lucius, let the kid be. He is way more street than you. Just get over it." Voldemort said. Lucius scowled.

"No way I is way more street than him bruv," Lucius said. Voldemort rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut up," he said. "You are really quite an annoying minion, you know?" Lucius turned his eyes to the ground.

"Sorry master."

"It's OK. But I swear, if people didn't pay so much to see you, I would kick you off the show in a heartbeat. But as it is, people like too see you dance in a martini glass. I guess you do have a nice butt.." he trailed off. Draco glanced over at Harry. He looked both ill and faintly amused.

"Anyhow, father," Draco said, sensing that they should probably get going. "Harry and I are off to my bedroom to have some mind blowing sex. Please do not disturb us." Harry nodded and spanked Draco.

"Come on lover, if we don't go soon I'll be tempted to take you here and now." Lucius looked ill but Voldemort looked intrigued. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and dragged him away. This other side of Voldemort scared the bejesus out of him.

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As soon as they reached Draco's room, Harry rounded on him.

"You have some explaining to do," he said. Draco frowned.

"What do you mean Potter?" he asked.

"What is 'Daddy's Secret Room? And why does Voldemort have people who pay to see your dad dance in a martini glass?"

"Oh right," said Draco. "That. Um.. Yeah.. So.. My dad's a drug lord and a dancer at Voldemort's club."

"Oh," said Harry. There was a slight pause then, "EW! That last bit's gross!" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever, Potter. He just happens to be good at it." Harry smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry," he said. Draco shook his head.

"It's OK, Potter. I think it's a bit odd myself, but then again, it's not me doing it." He shrugged. "That's why I don't want to be a Death Eater. They all have to take turns dancing in the club. I don't want to do that."

"But Draco dearest, you're doing that tonight!" Harry said, batting his eyelashes in mock innocence.

"Bugger, I'd forgotten about that," Draco said. "Goddamn it Potter, I don't want to!"

"Stop whining. I'm not letting you out of this. A deal's a deal." Draco tried pouting. "Nope. You're going to pole-dance tonight whether or not you want to."

"Is that a threat, Potter?"

"Yes. I shall make you do this."

"You want to watch it don't you?" Draco asked, smirking at Harry in what he thought was a flirtatious way. To Harry it just looked like a normal Malfoy smirk.

"Yes, I do."

"Do I turn you on then?"

"That's not why I want to watch! I want to laugh myself silly, you dork."

"You didn't answer my question. Do I turn you on or not?"

"Maybe you do, maybe you don't. What's it to you?"

"Nothing really. I just want a straight answer, Potter." He paused, thinking about what he had just said and then started laughing. "Ha ha.. straight answer.. hee.. when you're.. ha ha.. gay.." he laughed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"If it turns me on it's only because you have a hot body, not because I like you, Malfoy. Those things don't change." Draco stopped laughing. This hurt much more than he thought it should.

"Thank you," Draco said. "For.. the answer.." he trailed off. Harry glanced at him with concern.

"Are you OK, Draco?" he asked.

"Yes, Potter, I'm fine."

"Are you still sulking about the fact that you have to dye your hair black, you ponce?"

"Oh fuck... No, I'd forgotten that." Draco scowled. He'd forgotten how much Harry could bug him when they weren't being nice to each other.

"Well, you still have to." Harry stuck out his tongue impishly. Draco pulled out his wand and put him in the Body Bind curse. Harry fell to the floor glaring at Draco.

"Now Potter. You can stop being such a prick. Or I can just do this again. AND LEAVE YOU LIKE THIS. I'll bloody honor this goddamn bet, just stop rubbing it in why don't you?" Draco freed him and Harry sat up.

"Ouch ! That hurt," he said. Draco ignored him. "Look Draco, I'm sorry. I'm being really insensitive. It's just really funny.. But I'll keep the amusement to myself." Draco said nothing but stopped scowling. He was still upset about the slight that they were still enemies. He didn't know why he was so upset, it was true, but he supposed he'd harboured a hope they could at least be friends.

"Yeah, whatever Potter," he snapped.

"Is something else bothering you too, Malfoy?" Harry asked, concerned.

"No." There was a pause then, "Yes." He stared moodily at the wall.

"Care to elaborate?"

"No."

"Fine." Harry turned away and walked over to the bay window and sat down on the window seat, staring out at the extensive grounds.

"Why can't we be friends, Potter?" Draco asked suddenly.

"What?" Harry asked, turning around again.

"I asked you why we couldn't be friends.."

"Oh. Well, for one you call me Potter, although, I suppose that's not that bad. I don't know. We always argue. You insult my friends. Your father is a death eater-"

"-What does my father have to do with my life?" Draco interrupted.

"Well, he's your father. He expects things of you. Like you to be mean to me. Me to die one day.." Harry trailed off.

"Yes, but what has that got to do with me?"

"Well, wouldn't you be more loyal to your father than to me?" Harry asked.

"Probably. But. Yeah, I guess you have a point there." Draco's shoulders sagged and he dropped his head to stare at his feet. "But when we weren't arguing earlier and joking around and talking and stuff.. it was.. well.. fun.." He looked up to see Harry looking pensively out of the window again. But there was a small smile on his face.

Ooh.. what will happen! Que emocionante! (how exciting - spanish) Er.. yer.. Anyhow. Next Chapter up on Friday hopefully. Unless I have to work. Which would be lame. But yeah. R&R. but only if you want to.. The reviews inspire me to no end! ...Riyan...