CHAPTER 6

disclaimer: Harry Potter© J K Rowling, NO characters, spellbooks, potions, places, whatever, belong to me. *Blaaaaah, wish I owned Draco though...the little cutey...*

Good Morning! ::Yawns:: Sheesh! I've abandoned my poor fic for more than a month! ::starts to cry:: I think my reviewers are all mad and won't continue reading. hn. Or maybe it was the LoTR obsession, ne? I finished reading all 3 books already. Pah! I'm still HP-crazy! That shall never change. Speaking of change... Uh, I think you already noticed my ever-changing pen name, so! Errors for the previous fic, if I'm not wrong, the word 'unthinkunimaginable' somehow popped into the fic. Unless what I posted was the last minute editted version. Don't let THAT bother you. Note to Rachel: If you actually managed to track me down, I'm screaming. Right here, right now. Well, I'll never beat you in terms of reviews anyway. Note to Natz: When are you posting your fic?! Note to Mari: Eheheheheh. MELON!!! :P Note to any of my class/school mates who SOMEHOW have managed to find me: Yeah, so I'm weird. Big Deal. Note to my dearest Reviewers: I DID not experience any blocks. You could call it uh... schoolwork. It's eventually fatal.

Written by: Avada Kedavra (aka Legolas' Angel... whatever shit. I change my name when I please)
Rating: PG-13 (SLASH)
Timing: 5th year
Spoilers: Spoilers confirmed! Esp. Bk 1,bk 4... (Ahhh!!! I can't wait for book 5!)
Summary: a mid-term potions project assigned by Snape forces Harry and Malfoy to work together, or perhaps discover that there's more than being forced...

right, I use this too much.. ' ' = thoughts

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"Malfoy, bug off. Go back to your common room", Harry muttered in a couldn't-be-bothered voice. Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry, "As much as I would like to, Potter, I can't. Filch is somewhere around searching for me, possibly even going to spank me with his toilet brush if he gets hold of me. Of course my father would never allow anything like that to happen."

"Then go back to your common room."

"Why don't YOU go back to YOUR common room, Potter?"

"Because," Harry pulled out the marauder's map from his robes, "Our dear Argus Filch is for some reason pacing the corridor near tapestry of the map of Hogsmeade, the only escape route from this place."

"So, we're... stuck here?", Draco asked. Harry didn't like the grin on his face. It looked evil, and yet Harry could sense that he was feeling... happy? Impossible yet possible. Possible? Yes, Malfoy here was going to put some dark curse on him the moment he closed his eyes. Better have his wand out. Then he thought of something, something that might work. "Malfoy, I have something temporary to suggest."

Draco looked up from where he was sitting a few feet away, "And that might be...?"

"That we swear to each other not to try any funny business tonight. No hexes, no curses, no ordinary muggle pranks. nothing." The only parts of the sentence Draco heard was 'to each other', 'funny business', and 'tonight'. No funny business to each other tonight. That made sense. "Just tonight, Potter. One night only. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to sleep, and if I wake up tomorrow with a pair of green ears, it's your deathday." Draco unfastened his cloak, covered himself with it, and tried to lie on the hard floor. Harry did the same. A few seconds later, Draco shifted his position, and with a few annoyed phrases, tapped the floor with his wand. The ground turned soft like a mattress. The now-satisfied Draco moved over to a corner, and put the light from his wand out.

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"Malfoy, why are we enemies?"

"Shut up Potter, I'm sleeping"

"And I thought I sensed that you were awake. Looks like I was wrong"

Draco sat up with an annoyed expression. What was Harry driving at? Why did he want to know. Stupid Harry. Now he would never get to sleep with something like that to think about. Why the hell did that question pop out of the blue anyway?

'It's my fault'. Decided Draco.

'It's my fault'. Decided Harry.

With that, both of them fell asleep.

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TO BE CONTINUED...OR NOT?

Note: Short Chapter. Too short. I know. Sorri. Weird chapter. Sorri.

I'm moon-struck! wahahahaha! Sorry, I just found out a new word. It means lunatic, by the way. People, please don't curse me, or send me howlers, okay? I know I'm a bad irresponsible author, but please, don't flame. it's pointless. If you hate my fic, don't read it. simple. Er, and for LoTR maniacs, this morning in school, I had this sudden image of Legolas, Arwen, Elrond, and all the other elves working for Santa Claus. Er... must be the maths test that got me all crappy. See, proof that maths harms the brain. And I just realized something. I hate sunsets. They are so creepy!!!! So... eh, I've been babbling too much.

READ AND REVIEW DAMMIT!!!!

((wishing that the HP original book series could be as slashy as LoTR. Well, never in my life have I read books where the guys hug, kiss, and say 'I love you' to each other. Kind of a nice change.))