Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Harry Potter universe, J. K Rowling might.

A/N: "Be excellent to each other, and party on Dudes!"- Bill and Ted- I just think sometimes we need someone to say that to us.

Warnings: If you got this far in the story and now get offended, I really feel like you don't understand what has been happening... having said that the language gets a bit harsh I think... but like not really...

Tuesday, Breakfast, And Onward.

Draco's Fun Fact: My favorite house elf is Petunia, fantastic ears!

Potter was a fucking thief, and Draco was going to take back what was his. The most concerning part of this to Draco, was that Potter wasn't even trying to hide that he had the notepad.

Draco yawned. His morning worry had woken him, but now that the day had started he realized that he should have stayed in bed. The yawn also brought up the memory of Potter slapping him on the cheek before they left the school the night before, and subsequently opening his jaw that wide now hurt. He knew it was not noticeable, or Nott would have asked, teased, and healed him, but that only gave him minimal reassurance.

The Headmaster was not at breakfast, which was incredibly relieving to Draco, who was also pissed off that the old man wouldn't show his face after he duped a student. That is how Draco felt: Duped. Dumbledore had gotten whatever he wanted out of Draco, and now he could not even remember if the Headmaster had actually found anything snooping around Draco's house.

Draco did not care about politics, or the war, or anything else he didn't want to care about, he reassured himself. He did not want to think about the Headmaster, or his father, or the fact that he had a soul mate. All Draco wanted to think about was Harry Potter, and how to get the notepad of Draco's fun fact's back.

The notepad had not been opened, much less read, since the beginning of summer vacation. At that point he had not read the thing, just added a fact, and he found himself unable to remember the last time he had read through the old facts. He could remember some of the facts, and the gist of others, from having written them all, and them all being about him, but from an outside perspective he had no idea what he must sound like.

"Draco, just tell me the House they are in, please?" Blaise begged, grabbing Draco's shoulders to get his attention.

"I have no idea what you are even talking about, excuse me." Draco said, standing. Crabbe and Goyle did not follow him, because they did not get into Transfiguration that year, and had no clue it was too early to be going to class yet. Draco did not leave the Great Hall though; he walked over to Harry Potter.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Granger said, noticing his approach. Unfortunately half the Gryffindor table seemed to look over, getting the attention of the other half of the table and consequently most of the Hall.

"Nothing that you can give me, Mudblood." Draco growled. As he let the word "mudblood" slip along his tongue his stomach dropped in panic. He vaguely noticed Crabbe and Goyle trying to get over to him, and some Gryffindors pushing them back. When he looked back at Granger, trying to put the sneer on his face back in place, she looked thoughtful, if nothing else. Weasley had his wand out, and was standing, as were a few others.

"Go away, Malfoy." Potter warned, anger flashing in his eyes, even though he remained sitting, wand untouched. Potter was the thief, he was the one that should be crawling away; Draco tried to reason.

"I'm not mad, you can call me that whenever you want." Granger spoke up, and she stood this time, but not threateningly.

"Bloody hell Hermione, shut up! Stop defending him, he will never do the same for you!" Weasley yelled at his best female friend.

"It's not about that!" Granger clarified, without explanation.

"Weasley, detention tonight, my office, don't be late." Professor Snape droned over the crowd. Everyone seemed to instantly go back to their original seats, and as Draco avoided eye contact with his favorite Professor, and walked out of the Great Hall, he heard the Gryffindors loudly complaining about Snape being unfair. Draco wondered if even by his own standards, did he still deserve special treatment?

Draco had over half an hour before class started, and he did not fancy the idea of hanging out in the Transfiguration classroom. He consciously decided to simply wander the halls, and try to decide if getting the notepad back, or never facing Potter again, was a better idea. He unconsciously found himself hiding in an alcove, in an unpopular hallway, near the transfiguration classroom.

He sat on the floor, head down, curtains, statues, and shadows making him invisible to the outside hall. A few tears fell, but he remained fairly silent. Potter put his father in prison, and instead of getting vengeance, Potter got… Draco did not even know what he gave Potter, or Dumbledore. What Draco did know was that he betrayed his father absolutely, and he felt terrible about it.

Draco also knew that Potter was currently reading information about him that had a high chance of being highly embarrassing. His response had been to make Potter, and the Gryffindor house as a whole, essentially mad at him. He shivered slightly with the realization that he was not making very calculated decisions lately. Potter was winning. Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall, so Draco kept his head down, confident that he could not be seen.

"Malfoy?" Potter's voice came from the hall outside the alcove. Draco looked up, wiping his face with his sleeve slightly.

"How did you know I was here? How do you always know where I am?" Draco demanded, but his voice remained dryly hollow.

"Er, don't focus on that! You can't call Hermione that, you just can't." Potter stammered, obviously trying to take control, Draco just sighed heavily.

"Okay." Draco said with a nod. Potter walked into the alcove, looking down at Draco, now only a few feet away.

"Really?" Potter did not sound confident in Draco at all.

"Yeah, I won't use that word." Draco nodded more, and shrugged for emphasis.

"Well, great. Thanks." Potter stammered, looking uneasy.

"Yeah." Draco sighed again, looking down. He was really tired, the late night, and emotional turmoil was taking a toll on him. He felt like he didn't know how to be normal anymore.

"Do you want this back?" Potter asked, holding the notepad up in one hand.

"It's not polite to steal other people's possessions." Draco muttered, catching the object when it was thrown at him.

"I didn't steal it, you gave it too me. How much of last night can you not remember?" Potter asked, looking amused. Draco gripped the notepad tightly.

"How the hell could I possibly know what I don't remember? That's illogical."

"I can't remember what Dumbledore found, though I think that's partly because he didn't really tell us. Hopefully he will show me tonight." Potter said, one shoulder moving up in almost a shrug.

"I'm not invited to that meeting, am I?" Bitterness clear in Draco's voice, as his eye line reattached to his hands.

"I bet you could come…" Potter mumbled.

"No, I… I don't want to know, I don't want anything to do with this." Draco looked away, into the shadows. He felt like he was going to cry again.

"My aunt was named Petunia, like your favorite house elf…" Potter said, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Shut up, and never speak about this again." Draco tried to sound threatening, holding up the notepad and shaking it at Potter slightly. His saddens and defeat turning to anger and frustration.

"But I learned so much about you!" Potter said with a grin.

"Potter, stop." Draco warned.

"You really like dragons…" Potter muttered while trying to contain his chuckling.

"Every kid likes dragons, that is perfectly normal." Draco defended.

"That thing about pudding…" Potter started actually laughing after he said this.

"That's personal!" Draco snarled, anger starting to truly come out.

"You wanted me to get to know you!" Potter said, trying to keep a straight face, and failing.

"But I don't remember wanting that!" Draco didn't listen to how harsh, and rude, that would sound to Potter, until after he said it and saw Potter's face fell.

"Professor Dumbledore told me I should thank you for last night, so thank you." Potter said, turning to walk away.

"Wait," Draco started, and Potter stopped moving, "Nothing, never mind." Draco looked away again, head shaking, loneliness consuming. Potter was sitting in front of him, with their noses practically touching, before Draco's terrified eyes found Potter's.

"What's wrong with you?" Potter asked, in nothing more than a whisper.

"Was this aunt Petunia the one that raised you?" Draco murmured, remembering the comment Potter had made earlier, and not knowing how to answer Potter. Draco leaned his forehead forward, letting the two soul mates heads rest together.

"Why are you asking me about this?"

"I don't know you, that's why." Draco chewed on his own bottom lip lightly as he spoke.

"She's my mums sister." Potter breathed into Draco's face.

"Do you love her?" Draco wondered. Potter's right hand gripped the back of Draco's neck, almost as if to hold on.

"I was not treated so well growing up. They called me a freak, did not tell me I was a wizard or how my parents really died, until I came here. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs, would get locked in, not fed properly." Potter's voice stayed even but his breathing quickened as he spoke. Draco found himself closing his eyes, as if that could stop himself from hearing.

"Do you love her, though? Or any of your other family, they treated you bad, but…" Draco's voice was getting very quiet, only coming out on the cusp of an exhale.

"Do you still love your family, even if they disown you?"

"If they file disownment papers and they go though, I am not supposed to love them anymore." Draco closed his eyes to say this, not wanting to register the words.

"I don't think love works like that." Potters lips turned up, a slight smile slipping onto his face.

"I don't know much about loving people." Draco found a smile teetering on the edge of his expression.

"Me neither." Potter let himself smile, all out and shining. Draco's face found a smirk, before he let himself want to smile instead.

"Are you a virgin?" Draco asked, effectively breaking the tension. Potter's blush confirming in Draco's mind that the answer was yes.

"That's personal." Potter mumbled, reviving an excuse Draco made earlier.

"So what? I'm your soul mate."

"That does not entitle you with unlimited personal information about me."

"Does it entitle me to kiss you?" Draco asked, not waiting for an answer as he kissed the boy in front of him. Draco tried to get lost in the kiss, not wanting to think, but the only thing that occupied his mind was that he couldn't believe he had just used such a stupid line, and it had worked. Lips opened enough to share moisture, but other then a light lick from Draco, the boys kept their respective tongues in their mouths.

The sound of voices and footsteps in the distance brought their lips, and heads, apart.

"Class soon." Draco muttered with a sigh.

"Transfiguraton is so bloody hard this year." Potter complained.

"I gave up on getting a good mark weeks ago, the way McGonagall is grading I don't even know if I'm passing." Draco groaned, remembering he needed to get back to worrying about all the parts of his life.

"I'm probably not even finishing the year at Hogwarts, so it's hard to get myself to try very hard." Potter explained with a shrug.

"You're leaving?" Draco was surprised with intense concern at this thought.

"I'm not… could you not tell anyone I told you that?" Potter pleaded.

"Would you get in trouble?" Draco teased, smirking again.

"Malfoy, please?"

"Who would I tell?" And Draco sighed with this.

"I dunno, you're father?" Potter tried, as if there were many options.

"Yeah, we aren't speaking much right now." Draco spoke as if this fact was unimportant.

"Are you going to send that letter? The Headmaster gave you permission too…"

"I remember, but I'm not sending it."

"Why not?" Potter looked thoroughly confused.

"That's personal." Draco repeated as he stood. He grabbed his bag and his leather bound notepad, walking out of the alcove, and down the hall towards class. He was determined not to look behind him until he entered the classroom, even when he heard Potter say goodbye to him.

Transfiguration was saved by the hilarity that was Nott and Pansy's attempts to remain both casual towards each other, without acknowledging one another. Draco tried his best to not imagine what had happened that morning, on his bed, between his two friends, but he had a lot he was trying to avoid thinking about, and he found himself running short on safe subjects in his mind.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, lunch, and even Charms passed without incident, or interest on Draco's part. Draco was walking beside Zabini and Nott, out of the castle and in the direction of the Herbology greenhouses. Luna Lovegood was walking up to the castle, probably from Care of Magical Creatures, not that Draco knew anything about the schedules of those a year behind him.

"Hey Looney, I heard your marbles had gone missing, I think your mum stole them, before she killed herself and died with the location." Nott called out, him and Zabini snickering.

"I know where every one of my marbles is currently, unless that is a euphemism for my brain not being fully here, and me being crazy, in which case you would be one of the most unoriginal people to speak to me today." Luna brushed off, not faltering a step.

"Love, what are you doing this weekend, Saturday?" Draco asked, stopping in front of her, forcing her to stop as well, making her tilt her head to the side in confusion.

"It's a Hogsmeade day, I plan on shopping, even if Hogsmeade is full of elfroaches." She answered, eyes on a cloud above Draco's head.

"I thought elfroaches went extinct in Europe?" Zabini questioned.

"They did, she's bloody crazy." Nott muttered, looking at Draco warily.

"Do you have anyone to accompany you? I make a great escort." Draco said smirking.

"It doesn't seem very appropriate for you to be asking me out." She said, looking rather alarmed.

"Just as friends." Draco said with a laugh.

"Alright then." She agreed, seeming pleased.

"See you later, Love." Draco smirked, sauntering off, away from the castle.

"What the fuck Dre?" Nott growled, knocking his shoulder into Draco's as he stayed in line with the other, coming up on the right.

"We used to be friends." Draco muttered with a shrug, not really knowing how he should explain such a thing.

"Yeah, well for your information, you aren't anymore." Nott grumbled.

"And maybe that will change again." Draco argued back.

"I can see it, but the kids would be just so blonde!" Blaise said, coming up on Draco's left.

"She isn't pureblood." Nott warned.

"And it truly is not romantic." Draco reassured.

"Yeah right." Blaise grumbled with an eye roll. Nott did not say anything though, and Draco was getting worried about what Nott might be thinking.

"What's happened between you and Pansy?" Draco asked to his right.

"She gave me a blowjob, after I watched her…you know." Theo mumbled, looking away from his friends.

"Is Daphne pissed at you?" Blaise asked, while laughing.

"We haven't talked, but we are not even official, and she's a fucking prude." Nott answered, shrugging but not looking over.

"She is never going to talk to you again, man. She won't be as mad as Pansy is going to get when she finds out Drakie, here, is taking Looney to Hogsmead." Blaise was all out laughing at his friends, so when they got into the greenhouse and were told to get in pairs, Draco threw his arm around Nott's neck and gave Zabini the finger.

They had all these seeds to sort, arrange, and prep, a task which was nothing but tedious. Nott lead Draco to a back corner, where none of the other Slytherin's were, before he started setting up.

"Why are we back here, weird people sit on this side of the room…" Draco whispered, looking at Longbottom and Granger who started setting up in front of them.

"Right now I would rather them overhear than the other Slytherins." Theo whispered back. Draco felt a shot of nervous energy pulse through his body at his friend's words.

"What is going on Theo?" Draco asked, voice forcibly calm. Nott dumped the seeds on the table, and slowly started to sort through them. Draco helped, but kept looking over as to remind his friend of the question.

"You should tell me that, you are the one acting unusual."

"There is a lot going on in my life, many things are on my mind, consistency is not always the right option." Draco vaguely defended.

"You are late writing back to your father." Theo did not even pretend to make this a question, which may have been more honest, but was also undoubtedly unnerving.

"I know." Draco said, not bothering with an excuse.

"You say no to Pansy, and stay out all night, but seem less sexually satisfied then ever."

"Yeah." Draco nodded, foreboding settling over his stomach.

"You act like being pals with Lovegood is safe, for either of you." Nott's voice was getting higher and faster.

"Maybe it is." Draco agreed, keeping his voice calm.

"But that doesn't make any sense… unless…" Nott looked away from the seeds, but Draco kept his eyes downcast.

"Theo just stop." Draco found himself practically begging.

"You are not letting me not notice." Theo gulped out.

"No one else is noticing." Draco reasoned, head shaking.

"No one else knows you and also possesses half a brain."

"Hey, they're your friends too." Draco tried to smile at Nott, but it was not reciprocated.

"You are a fucking asshole. Who is going to want Pansy now? And he will recruit the rest of us faster…" Theo was glaring at the seeds, sorting through them quickly.

"Not if you marry her and bow down." Draco whispered back, eyes on the tense form of Granger sitting in front of them.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Theo was panicking, and not staying very quiet.

"Theo, shut up, calm down." Draco instructed.

"How the fuck can you say that, you fucking blood traitor." Nott murmured, but stayed quiet, getting to almost a whisper by the end.

"You are going to do excellent, you have always been smarter than me, it only makes sense that it would work out this way." Draco tried to reassure, noticing Granger cover her mouth with her hand.

"We aren't going to be friends anymore. You will hang with Looney, and Greg and Vince are going to start stalking me." Theo whined frantically.

"You could hang with me and Looney." Draco grinned, the thought feeling more ridiculous and understandable by the second.

"I still have a family and a name." Nott snorted.

"I do too! The Malfoy name is not gone, how dare you say that!" Draco growled back.

"Maybe it wasn't, but without you, the line is dead." Nott spoke in monotone.

"You are the only person I know whose father is more fucked up then mine. I love the man, but he was going to get me killed." Draco wanted to explain, without the actual truth.

"You are a fucking pussy, dying for your family is the only way you're allowed out." Nott hissed, head shaking, hands sorting seeds.

"I used to believe that too. Hey, if your side wins, and I don't get killed, you will visit me in prison, or take me as your slave, or whatever, right?" Draco said lightly, half a smirk forming on his lips.

"You were supposed to do it first and tell me what to do." Theo's panic was back, and Draco felt a pang of guilt. Draco may not even qualify as a pawn in the war, but people were still looking up and counting on him, and he was fucking them all over.

"It's been done, things will become public by the end of the week." Draco spoke, taking a deep breath after.

"You're a selfish dick, if I ever get the chance to kill you don't expect any hesitation on my part." With those words Theo got up, and walked over to Professor Sprout. Draco could hear Nott talking about not feeling well, and something else, and with a few words from the Professor, he was leaving the greenhouse, and Professor Sprout walked over to Draco.

"Mr. Nott told me you offered to finish both of your parts today, by yourself, since he is not feeling well. I am very impressed, I have rarely seen you apply yourself this much, or be this generous. Ten points to Slytherin. Good work today Mr. Malfoy." Professor Sprout complimented, and awarded, seeming very pleased as she walked away, to stop students from throwing the seeds at each other.

Draco glared down at the seeds, as he tried to work quickly, at a task that was definitely too time consuming for one person to do in the time allotted. Most people had left when it was nearing the end of class, and what should have been the beginning of dinner. Draco was about two thirds of the way done, and staying late to do extra work was not usual for Draco.

"Don't worry about locking up when you are done, there is night work to be done, so I will be back." Professor Sprout said to Draco with a smile, before she left, probably on her way to wash up for dinner. Granger and Longbottom were soon the only people left, even though they were obviously done with the days work.

"Do you have something to say, or do you simply enjoy making yourselves late for dinner." Draco drawled, looking over at the two Gryffindors, with an eyebrow raised.

"We heard some of what you were talking to Nott about." Granger spoke up, stepping over to stand in front of the table Draco was working at.

"That doesn't really sound like any of your business."

"We were just wondering when you were going to tell Professor Dumbledore?" Granger asked, Longbottom stayed a few tables away, even though he spent the entire class only one table down.

"He doesn't really know anything. Nothing that won't come out soon anyways." Draco bit his lip, fairly hard, trying his best to keep his manners around Granger. He had been careless that morning, and he didn't need a repeat.

"Are you okay?" She sounded and looked concerned, something Draco really didn't know what to do with.

"Potter said he was seeing Dumbledore tonight. Could you ask him to tell the Headmaster that Nott knows I am a blood traitor?" As Draco spoke he felt more and more like he was drowning. He was nothing, Nott now knew this, and now Draco had a new master, now of the side of light, to give him rules.

"Yes, of course." Granger actually gave him a sad smile.

"I should get back to work, mind your own business now." Draco muttered, looking back at the seeds, peripherally watching Granger and Longbottom walk out. Draco wondered how his life could feel like it had no privacy, and he could feel so desperately alone at the same time.

That night Draco lay in bed, nauseous from eating candy for dinner. He closed his eyes, pulling himself into that place half way before sleep, where he could feel Potters face in front of his, foreheads resting against each other, noses grazing. For some unbelievably annoying reason, instead of simply wallowing in memories he couldn't understand how to feel about, he got his mind stuck on how Potter found him. It was like having a song in his head, but there was no tune, and all the lyrics were about Potter, and how he knew where Draco was. If Potter walked up to Draco, acting as if he just randomly showed up one more time, Draco was going to hex the fuck out of Potter, screw Seers, and soul mates. Potter may not be the grand notepad thief Draco wanted to accuse him of being, but he was up to something shady when it came to Draco's location, and Draco was curious, upset, and pretty angry.