I figured out the ruler thing! Score! Thank you so much to my reviewers. All your comments make me smile! Everyone keeps telling me they can't wait until Friday! And I'm actually writing this on Thursday, and I almost can't wait till Friday! It's taking ALL of my (limited) will power. But anyhow enough of me. I know all you guys want are Harry and Draco! ;)

...Riyan...


'Well this is new,' Harry thought. 'Draco Malfoy wants to be my friend.. But then didn't he want to all the way back in first year?' And it was true that it was nicer when they weren't arguing. He had almost been having fun.

"You know what Draco," he said after a long pause. Draco looked up. "You're right. I don't see any reason why we can't be friends." Draco broke out into a happy grin.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh good."

"Just don't sell me out to Voldemort," Draco flinched at the name.

"We tend to call him Tom." Harry ignored him and continued.

"Or I will hunt you down and show no goddamn mercy," Harry finished. Draco nodded. "Is that clear?"

"Yes." Harry could see that Draco didn't doubt what he was saying.

"Good." Harry stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter. Who are you?" Draco looked confused. "A fresh start, Mal-Draco." Draco smiled and took the hand.

"Draco Malfoy." Harry smiled.

"Nice to meet you Draco. Take your goddamn shirt off."

"What!"

"They're coming." Harry was hurriedly undoing his own shirt buttons.

"How the hell do you know these things Harry?" Harry said nothing, merely pointed to his scar. Draco nodded and undid a few buttons then took the shirt off over his head, ruffling his hair. Harry undid his belt too for good measure.

Then he walked over and pulled Draco into a kiss from his waist, pressing their bodies together. Draco pulled away after a moment or so. Harry looked confused.

"They won't be able to get through my door. They don't know the password," he explained.

"But I thought your father said he got freaked out when you changed your password to what it is!" Harry protested.

"Damn. You're right." Draco leaned in again and the kisses continued, getting more and more wild with each passing second. Harry started running his hands over Draco's chest, telling himself it was all for when Lucius and Voldemort walked in, but not really believing it. Draco himself lost no time in copying Harry. Things became even more compromising as Harry threw caution to the winds and attempted to undo Draco's trousers. The blonde didn't stop him.

They were still kissing so Harry couldn't see what he was doing. He was fumbling with the buttons, cursing the fact that there was something preventing him from doing anything. Malfoy was grabbing his ass at the same time which was making it all the more difficult. Harry paused for a moment to realise what Malfoy was doing. It was all happening too fast for his poor brain to process. He went back to fumbling at the buttons. They were really beginning to piss him off.

Harry was preparing to rip the buttons off when they heard the door open. So he decided it was definitely a good idea and proceeded to do so. Draco pulled away.

"Harry!" he whined. "Those are my favourite trousers!"

"But Draco, I want you so bad. I couldn't help myself. I'll fix them later." Draco frowned then nodded and continued kissing Harry. There was a cough from the region of the door. They pulled apart hurriedly and looked over to who was there.

As expected it was Lucius and Voldemort. Unexpectedly it was also MacNair, Crabbe Senior and Avery. They were all looking in fascinated horror at Harry and Draco. They were also all wearing dresses apart from Voldemort who was in his pimp suit. Harry suppressed a shudder. It was lime green.

"Boy's we're just going out to the club," Lucius said. He was wearing copious amounts of makeup and had curled his long blonde hair. Harry finally understood the reason that Lucius wore his hair long. He'd always jut thought Lucius thought it was attractive. Which it wasn't. Draco's hair, on the other hand, was nice. He had learned over the summer that side partings looked better on him and so had taken to wearing one. Not that Harry had been looking.

"Ok dad," Draco said. "See you later!"

"Be good now. Don't disturb your mother and don't have any unprotected sex."

"Wouldn't dream of it, dad."

"Good, you don't know where he's been," Lucius said, sneering.

"Actually I do," Draco said. And it was true. They had discussed that on Harry's first night there.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Well, have fun! Same advice to you." Harry suppressed a laugh at the look on Lucius's face. He turned on his heel and, Voldemort and the other death eaters following, swept out of the room. The last person out, slammed the door as they left.

"So that's what Death Eaters wear under their robes.." Harry said thoughtfully. Then he laughed. "That would explain the hoods and masks." Draco smirked.

"Yep, and that's the reason why I don't want to be one. That's right, Potter, I don't want t be a Death Eater." Harry could only mouth in shock. Draco laughed at his expression. "You look like a fish, Harry."

"Thanks," said Harry sarcastically. "But wait, you don't want to be a Death Eater?"

"That is correct. Only, don't tell my dad. He'll kill me." Harry nodded.

"Don't worry. I won't." Harry assured him. Draco nodded. He suddenly realised that he was still shirtless and in Harry's arms. But for some reason, he didn't want to change that. Harry was still apparently lost in thought. Draco shivered. It was cold in his room. Harry absentmindedly pulled him into a closer hug. Draco smiled and snuggled into Harry's shoulder.

"You're very comfortable Harry," Draco mumbled.

"Er.. thanks.. I guess." Harry said, awkwardly patting Draco on the back. He noticed a long scar running across Draco's shoulder. It was quite large and Harry was surprised he hadn't noticed it before now. He ran a hand across it and felt Draco tense.

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"Don't wanna talk about it."

"OK," said Harry, even though he was dying to know what kind of monster could have inflicted such a scar on the boy. It made him angry and he didn't know why. Draco slipped out of his arms and walked to the window. He stared out at the grounds moodily.

Harry sighed and picked up his shirt from where it lay, thrown on the ground. He put it back on. There was no one to pretend for anymore. He picked up Draco's shirt too and hung it over the back of a chair.

He walked over to where Draco was standing and gazed at the scar that knotted the blonde's back. It reached from the top of his shoulder and down to the middle of the small of his back. It was relatively thick and Harry shuddered to think what could have made a scar like that. He desperately wanted to know how Draco got it, but he didn't want to press matters.

He put a tentative hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco whipped around.

"What do you want Potter?" Draco snapped. Harry didn't know why he was suddenly in this foul mood.

"I wanted to know what's wrong," he said. "Why are you suddenly so hostile? What's up?"

"How can you even bear to look at me?" Draco asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry was confused and let this show on his face.

"How can you bear to look at that scar? It's such a deformity."

"Draco! How could you think that? It's not a deformity!"

"Yes it is, it's ugly."

"No. It's not. It just is. It's like my scar."

"No it's not Harry, your scar is small. This.. this is huge. And ugly." He turned around again to face the window. Harry traced the line of the scar and Draco flinched.

"It's not ugly. It's.. brave." Harry whispered. Draco shivered.

"You're scaring me Potter." Draco said coldly. Harry said nothing but walked away and sat down by the fireplace. There was no fire in the grate but it seemed to be the comfiest chair in the room. He picked up a book on the side table next to him and read the title. Boy Meets Boy. It was a Muggle book. Harry wanted to question Draco about it, but Draco was still staring out of the window.

A house elf appeared at that moment to announce that the pole-dancing contest was to start in half an hour if Master Draco and his guest would like to watch.

"OK Bumbi," Draco mumbled miserably. "We'll be down shortly." The house elf left and Draco turned miserably to look at Harry who had a small grin on his face.

"It's time to dye your hair," he said.


Oh the end of another chapter.. :( tear Well.. Um.. Have a good weekend and see you all on TUESDAY! total raves. R&R. i love you all for it! Especially:

gbheart: for making me laugh with the is scarred for life by...s. :)

Syciara-Lynx: for making me laugh by tying me to my chair so i would write more.. with brownies.. of course.. :)

and balanced insanity for the nice use of capitals.

(also a couple of chapters ago Syciara-Lynx (again) who told me i needed to get a medal. that one kept me smiling for days)