'An Idle Mind Is The Devil's Playground'

By: Night Flame Miko

Contributed to by: Chocolate coated Blue

An: Yeah, the next chappy! Even I'm excited. :D

And considering I write this authors note before I actually write the chapter, well even I'm not quite sure where this is going to go, though I have some…fun…yeah, fun ideas of what I am going to do. :)

And guess what?! A lovely person by the name of Karla YtF has offered to translate this story into Spanish! She's already put up the first chapter and everything, I was so happy :D So if you know anyone that speaks/reads Spanish and enjoys fanfiction, then point them over in that direction :P

Well that was my happy blithering over, y'all go ahead and read now.

So yeah, enjoy :D

Disclaimer: We don't own these characters

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Harry had come to an undeniable conclusion. He was content…

Wow. No apocalypse? Nobody dying? Not even a minor explosion? He looked around half expecting the Hogwarts train to suddenly derail off of the bridge they were on and everyone falling into the convenient valley they were travelling over.

Surprisingly nothing of the sort happened, so he simply shrugged and went back to sitting in blissful silence, for once completely comfortable with the fact his two best friends were prefects and, as such, couldn't bother him.

I mean it had already been a week since they found out about his supposed correspondence with Malfoy Jr. and yet they still weren't over it. Did they have nothing better to do than sit and glare at him, as if their reproachful looks would make him feel guilty? They needed to get a life.

He glanced around at the empty compartment; somehow he had found one that was completely free off to the back of the train; where none of his friends would expect to find him. And whilst they probably would eventually, it wasn't going to happen any time soon and he could enjoy his simple freedom for as long as it lasted.

He had no illusions, he knew the second he was back in Hogwarts any free time he had would go down the drain; metaphorically speaking.

Though he had to admit he had had fun the last week. As soon as Hedwig got back, surprisingly lacking a letter (though when he thought it through later it made sense), he had given her a chance to rest before sending her off that night with his request to Voldy.

This time he had gotten a reply, a rather belittling one stating how stupid he was for sending off a letter and that he deserved to get caught though Voldie did admit his surprise with Harry's quick thinking about Malfoy and that he would comply with Harry's request as long as Harry owed him a reasonable favour should (more like when) the Dark Lord needed it.

And so that was how he got in contact with Malfoy Jr. Where he had started a mailing frenzy so that by the time the school year came round (only a week away at the time), they would act as if they had been 'talking' (insulting and threatening) each other for the whole summer holiday.

Malfoy was understandably surprised at the beginning, and whilst Harry refused to explain why Voldemort, the Evil Dark Lord and supposedly Harry's arch-nemesis was ordering the mini-Malfoy to mail him (though he mostly refused to tell to piss off Malfoy, Harry had been quite surprised at the foul language Malfoy could spout off when he wanted too), he had promised he would hunt Harry down and find out his answers as soon as possible.

This is why Harry wasn't that surprised when the door to his compartment suddenly flew open and Malfoy was standing there, looking quite agitated and very angry.

Stalking into the compartment, Harry watched with ill-hidden amusement as Malfoy slammed the door shut behind him before planting himself in front of the Potter heir, his arms crossed and looking as haughty as that bloody hell-owl of Voldies.

If it wasn't biologically impossible Harry would swear they were related.

"Potter. Explain. Now."

Harry couldn't help himself, his face split into a huge grin as he looked up at the person he had aptly dubbed, Mini-Malfoy;

"Wow Malfoy, I didn't realise language could deteriorate in the day since we last spoke, but then agai-"

A low growl, surprisingly realistic, stopped his teasing. Raising his hands his grin only grew wider,

"Ok, ok. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Just sit down and I'll explain."

Malfoy looked briefly wary before sitting across from Harry, his posture as straight and refined as Riddles had been when he and Harry had met. So, just to piss him off, Harry deliberately slumped further and put his arms out across the back of the seat behind him, just to go against his rivals sensibilities. It was rather amusing to see the Malfoy heir wince with each of Harry's deliberate movements.

At Malfoy's glare when he stayed silent a little too long (also on purpose, he had never realised how much fun winding someone up could be) he finally began.

"Well, you see. Due to the fact I'm wanted dead by quite a powerful, evil Dark Lord, Big Al (Dumbledore in case you didn't know), put up wards to stop me mailing my friends so that Voldie couldn't track me to where I lived.

But you see, my home isn't the best of living conditions (he ignored Malfoy's raised eyebrow and curious look), and so I ended up getting bored stiff and to cut a long story short I decided since I couldn't mail friends, I might as well mail enemies. I figured Voldie already knew where I lived anyway, its not like he couldn't figure that out relatively easily.

Unfortunately when I went to stay at the Weasley's for the last week and a half of the holidays they caught me sending out a letter, and I couldn't tell them the truth so I told them I was mailing you instead. Then I asked Voldie to order you to start mailing me so that it would look like we have been talking for the last 2 months, and not me and him. He complied but only because I now owe him a favour as long as what he asks is reasonable.

So…yeah…that's about it."

Harry almost laughed out loud at the look he was getting from Malfoy; it was vaguely shocked, but mostly incredulous, like he couldn't believe anyone could be that stupid.

It was obvious he hadn't known Harry all that long.

He eventually managed to pull himself together, his face still uncharacteristically shocked;

"That's it?! What are you, a complete idiot?! You started to mail-"

His sentence came to an abrupt end when the compartment door was flung open once again, this time by an angry looking Hermione and Ron.

Harry felt the briefest moment of relief at having set up a silencing ward when he first arrived, they were probably just pissed that Harry had disappeared on them and then they found him with Malfoy.

Just as he guessed, Ron started with an angry,

"What the fuck is that prick doing here?!"

Harry simply shrugged before looking at Malfoy with a raised eyebrow he promptly stood up and sent a sneer in him and his friends direction.

"Not like I was going to let Potter-prick get away with that last letter. Don't worry too much on it Weasel, it is much too complicated for your puny mind to comprehend."

Harry let his eyebrows snap down, forcing himself to sound angry (though he completely agreed with the sentiment) he stood and faced Malfoy.

"Shut up you ass, just get out of here before I do something we both regret!"

Like laughing, Harry finished in his mind.

Malfoy sent one last patented sneer before turning on his heel and stalking out, just as haughty as always.

When both his, still angry, friends turned to him Harry let out a quiet sigh, realising that his quiet time was officially over.

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Somewhere, miles away Voldemort was looking over the letters between Malfoy Jr. and Potter, having put a spell in the last letter he had sent the Brat that would copy everything he wrote to Malfoy and vice versa.

He figured that even a Dark Lord needed some humour at times, and there was nothing more amusing than reading the letters between the two teenagers.

And even he had to admit that when the nick-names weren't directed at him, they had a certain charm.

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An:

Ok. I'm not to sure about this one. I just had to get in a chapter about Malfoy and the confrontation. And I figured that Voldy would be just the kinda guy to spy on what they were writing.

Review please. I need you to tell me what you think. Sorry if it didn't quite meet up to expectations.