"We did get detention," Harry said, seeming to perk up a bit at the thought of actually getting a little punished.
Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Detention. Right. for breaking the Statute of Secrecy so badly that the entire Ministry was run ragged for days."
"Worse," Harry said, the traces of a smile starting to show on his face, "Mine was with Lockhart."
Draco Malfoy sneered, and left it at that.
"He made me answer his fan mail." Harry said, "Which wasn't so bad, really. Ron had to clean the trophy room - without magic, of course."
"Of course," Draco Malfoy said, making no secret of his enjoyment of Ron's worse predicament.
"Only..." Harry paused, looking a little uncertain, "I heard a voice, and I turned to look for who was speaking - and then I saw that Lockhart didn't hear it at all."
"Always knew you were a bit off your rocker, Potter." Draco Malfoy said with a smile. Then, he really looked at Potter - his uncertainty was nearly palpable. "What? I grew up part-Black, remember? There's always something new and magical around the corner." Draco Malfoy frowned, "Though I still think Lovegood makes up most of what she talks about."
"Crumpled horned snorkack! Behind you!" Harry called out, in alarm.
They both kicked their horses into an awkward canter, and Harry, laughing, eventually quieted enough to say, "Got you!"
Draco Malfoy leveled a decent glare at Potter, and left it at that.
[a/n: Whee! bonding experience!
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