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Chapter Nine
Draco POV
About two weeks later things had become more or less more settled. I sat in a History lesson, doodling on my parchment while Binns droned on about Camelot and Merlin. I don't know how he made even the most exciting parts of the tale dull, but he managed.
I looked over at Harry, who seemed to be on the brink of falling asleep. I smirked and wrote on a piece of paper.
'Oi, wake up sleepy head.'
I folded it up. After making sure noone was looking, I pegged it at Harry. It hit him in the temple and he jerked awake. He read the note and looked around, he saw me watching with a smirk and he frowned. He wrote something and chucked it back at me. I caught it deftly and read it.
'What do you want?'
I smirked and wrote back:
'Just making sure you're awake to hear the scintillating speech Binns is making.'
I threw it back. Harry snorted quietly and wrote back.
'Are you serious?'
'Perfectly. Don't you just love Arthurian legends?
'Normally I do. But Binns...well...'
'He does murder it doesn't he?'
'Just a bit. So why did you wake me up for it?'
'Just thought I'd share the torture around.'
'Gee thanks'
'No problem'
'So...'
'So... have you and Weaselette broken up?'
'Yeah, not that it's any of your business.'
'I like to keep up to date with my favourite enemy.'
'I'm your favourite enemy? Then why are we chucking notes at each other like friends?'
'Well I'd like to think we could still be civil.'
'Yeah. Right. When have we ever been civil to each other?'
'Once or twice.'
'Tell me one occasion.'
I had to think about that for a bit, then I thought of one.
'In Madame Malkins when we first met.'
'Right. I'd almost forgotten about that. Seems like a lifetime ago.'
'Yeah, so much has changed.'
'You got that right.'
'I'm sorry.'
I watched as Harry's eyebrows flew to his hairline and he looked back at me, as if trying to figure out whether I was having him on.
'What?'
'I'm sorry for being a major part of that change.'
'Don't be so full of yourself. You're the least of my problems.'
'Aw shucks. If that don't just give me a warm fuzzy feeling.'
'Don't push it Malfoy.'
'Sorry.'
Again he looked as if he could hardly believe I'd written that, let alone mean it.
'If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to make friends with me.'
'Is it working?'
I threw it at him and waited tensely. He wrote something and lobbed it back.
'Maybe.'
And that one word made me think that maybe not everything was bad, after all. The bell chimed and we packed up to leave, Harry looked at me once more before he left the classroom.
End Draco POV
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Harry POV
I had made up with Hermione a week ago. It took a while to talk her around but she eventually gave in, admitting that it was childish to stay mad at me for so long. Ron wasn't as easy. I finally caught him in the corner of the Common Room, cast Petrificus Totalus on him and ranted at him so he understood what I was saying. Then I left him there until the spell wore off. Okay, it was a bit childish but I needed to show him how frustrated I was.
I walked into the Common Room after History to find Ron sitting on a couch. He looked over at me and stood up.
"I'm still mad at you, but I guess I can stop giving you the silent treatment."
I sagged a bit in relief, "Thankyou Ron. I am sorry I said it you know."
"Yeah I know. But you were talking about my sister."
I sighed and let it drop, there was no point in arguing I'd just piss him off again. "So how was Advanced Charms?" I asked.
"It was brilliant, Hermione helped me with most of it but it was really interesting..." he continued to regale me on all the techniques they'd been taught.
I sat down and listened, I'd prefer to listen to Ron than even try to think about the History lesson I'd just had.
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It was later that night as I was trying to get to sleep that I thought of that again. Draco had been almost...friendly, during that conversation. If you could call it a conversation. I frowned.
Why would Draco try and be friendly? Was he trying to lull me into a false security or something? Or was he actually beginning to grow up and get over himself?
I shook my head and forced myself to think about other things. Like how spacey Trelawney was these days. But as I fell asleep the conundrum of Draco was still foremost in my mind.
End Harry POV
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