Chapter 9

Draco's POV

Could it be?When I wake up the next morning I see that Ron has made breakfast. Pancakes. My favourite. I wonder how he knew that. Well, it doesn't matter; it was probably just a coincidence. I sit down at the table muttering a small "thanks". He nods and we eat in silence for a bit before he breaks it.

"Malfoy, I was thinking about yesterday..." he asked timidly.

"What about it?" is my reply. 'Weird, we're acting civil.'

"Well, you let me sleep on the bed last night..." he continues.

"Yeah, what about it?" I say, acting cool. 'He's probably going to ask for it again. Well, forget it. But he did make me breakfast.'

"Well, it's just that I didn't take you for someone who would give up such luxury." He looks unsure.

"Well you did save my life." I act like that's the only reason. Truth is, I can be a nice guy when I want to.

"I can be a nice guy when I want to. See this as good." I add, to show him not to question me.

"Oh, well, thanks." he says with a slight smile. 'Did he just smile at me?' Our little conversation is cut short by a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." we both say at the same time. We get up to get the door and smash our heads.

"OW!" is there an echo in here? I rub my head and I'm about to say something nasty when

"I'm sorry, it was my fault." Look at him, jumping in like that, pretending that he's so cool. Well, I won't have it.

"No, it's ok, we're both to blame." Ha, now who's cool... not me, that was retarded. I'll fix that. "Get the door, Weasley." There, now that's more like it. He just smiles and shakes his head as he gets the door. That wasn't supposed to happen. He's not supposed to be happy about me ordering him around. What is he playing at? It's Professor McGonagall at the door.

"Well hello boys. I'm here to take Ron to his first class." She said in an official tone.

"What about my first class?" I ask. Not that I care, I don't feel much like class today anyway.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, Professor Snape is ill today and we can't find a replacement, so your first class has been cancelled." she informs me

"Oh, I see." I say, nodding. The Professor and Ron leave and I'm left to sit here on my own for an hour and fifteen minutes with nothing to do. By thirty minutes I'm so bored I find myself actually doing the dishes. Me, a Malfoy, doing chores. After that I get out some books and start studying. Another fifteen minutes and I find myself with nothing left to study. Another fifteen of sitting around doing nothing but staring into space. 'When is Ron getting back?' Wait, am I really thinking that? Do I really want to spend TIME with him? I guess I do. Well, it would be better than doing nothing.' Ten minutes left. 'God, time moves so slowly.' Five minutes left. 'Tick tock tick tock.' Two minutes... one minute.

"TIME!" I shout.

Ron's POV

I get up and stretch. 'That was the best sleep ever, I was right. Too bad I won't get the bed again.' I notice Draco is still sleeping. I search the cupboards. 'I think I'll have pancakes for breakfast.' I get the ingredients out and make a batch. I make too much. Probably get it from Mom. She needs to make a lot for all of us. I can share these with Draco, he did give me the bed, after all. I wonder why he did that. Other than saving his life I did nothing to deserve it. I'll ask him when he gets up. Speaking of which, I hear movement. Draco gets up and looks at me, then he sits at the table, muttering a thanks. I put the plates down and we eat in silence. Oh, right, I was going to ask him.

"Malfoy, I was thinking about yesterday..." I asked.

"What about it?" he replies, trying to sound cool. 'Weird, he's being civil'

"Well you let me sleep on the bed last night..." I tell him, since he didn't seem to catch on.

"Yeah, what about it?" he can be real dense sometimes.

"Well it's just that I didn't take you for someone who would give up such luxury." I go on, hoping this will be enough.

"Well, you did save my life." He says, almost smirking. "I can be a nice guy when I want to. See this as good." What does he think that will accomplish?

"Oh, well, thanks." All the same I smile slightly to show him that I appreciate the compliment. He looks confused. I'm about to ask him if he'll help clean up when there's a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." We both say at the same time. We get up to get the door and smash our heads.

"OW!" Sounds like there's an echo in here. I rub my head, Draco looks mad.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault." I tell him before he insults me. The morning was going well, I don't want us to fight if we don't have to.

"No, it's ok, we're both to blame." He jumped in there. Well, that was unexpected.

"Get the door, Weasley." That's more like it. I smile knowingly. He was probably trying to cover it up that he was being nice. I shake my head and get the door. Too bad he can't just be nice. I open the door. It's Professor McGonagall. She tells me that she's here to take me to class and that Draco's class is cancelled. 'Damn, why can't my class be cancelled?'. I go with her to a full hour and fifteen minutes of torture. Like always, I'm not allowed to sit near Harry or Hermione, but I smile at them and give the thumbs up when Harry mouths "How's it going to me?". They look surprised. I suppose I am too. It is going fine now, it probably won't last long though. Fifteen minutes into class, and I'm already bored out of my mind. I don't understand how to do this spell and I can't even get Hermione's help. Forty-five more minutes go by and I can't wait to get back to the hut. Not so I can spend time with Draco, I just know it would be better than this. Ten minutes left. 'I wonder what Draco is doing?' I try the spell one more time then give up when I can't get it. Five minutes left. The teacher gives us homework. 'Damn, not more practice, I'll never get it.' Two minutes. I stare at the clock, hoping the bell will ring early. It doesn't. One minute left. The bell rings. I get up and walk to the door. Professor Flitwick is there waiting to escort me back. I tell him I'll go on my own and he lets me. I went back to the hut and went in. Draco was sitting at the table staring off into space. When I came in he looked over at me.

"You're late." He accuses me.

"I am not." I argue back. "Class just ended. I got here as soon as I could."

"Why, anxious to see me?" He asked with that witty look on his face.

"No, I just need your help with a spell." Now that I think about it, I did want to get back here to hang out, like me and Harry would have in between classes. Like we were friends.

"Well, I'll help then. It's not like I've got anything better to do." We spent twenty minute break going over the spell. We laughed some when he told me I wasn't getting it because I was reading the wrong page, that a page had been ripped out. It really did feel like I was with Harry instead of Draco. Could it be... we were becoming friends?