Title: I Will Be Good At Making Bad
Author: Agent M (loveofhavok@colourovers.net)
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairings: None yet. Slash to come.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything that isn't mine.
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Notes: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. It means a lot to me that you like my crap. Thanks to VinylNoMiko, my muse and beta reader, for everything.

For Ron and Hermione their relationship had always been a love/hate one. If there was anyone thing in the world (other than You Know Who, of course) that Ron hated more than anything it was 6:30 am and 7:00 was not much better. Hermione, on the other hand, was a complete morning person and loved getting to the dinning room at 7:00, so that she had over an hour to read before classes started. If Ron had it his way he would stroll into the dinning room at ten to 8:00 then dash off to Double Potions by 8:30. But Ron didn't want to upset Hermione so he had taken to dragging himself out of bed at 6:30 when he should have been properly asleep, like Harry, Dean, Seamus, and Neville all were the moment.

"Lazy gits," Ron mumbled as he searched for his missing left shoe in the dark.

Ron did feel a bit relieved that Harry was still asleep. If he heard Harry complain one more time about his "stalker", he was going to do something stupid, like make fun of Hermione.

He yawned and made his way down through the common room. The halls were still chilly and Ron sleepily pulled his robes closer to himself as he wandered towards the dinning room. He yawned again and felt his eyelids drooping as he dragged his feet half in a daze. Then suddenly he bumped into what he at first thought was a wall. Ron looked up and was suddenly wide-awake as the face of Goyle looked back down at him.

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Hermione looked up from "History of Magic: World Changing Witches and Wizards" when Harry came dragging himself into the dinning room. Harry mumbled a greeting and threw himself into a chair then stared blankly at a spot on the table for a few moments, as his eyes adjusted to being awake before he took a muffin to pick at. Hermione rolled her eyes at the boy sitting across from her and then realized that Harry was in the dinning room before Ron was. She looked at her watch; it was almost 8:00. Harry wasn't any earlier than he usually was, leaving himself just enough time to get to Potions on time. But Ron was usually there before him. Hermione shrugged and figured that Ron had fallen asleep somewhere along the way. She didn't care all that much if Ron came early or not, but she liked him to think she did.

Harry seemed blissfully unaware of anything going on around him as he ate his blueberry muffin and Hermione went back to reading about Mithrandir. She had hardly found her spot again when Ron came flying into the dinning room looking like he had just seen Filch in his pajamas. Harry was startled awake by Ron's sudden arrival, but didn't do more than acknowledge his presence, which was saying a lot for the boy who could hardly function in the morning.

"Alright there, Ron?" Hermione asked as the breathless boy next to her gave Harry a weird look.

"Something... something strange happened this morning." Ron said slowly tearing his eyes away from Harry and looking at his girlfriend.

"Was it a dream where you see yourself in drag dancing in front of Double Potions with the Slytherins?" Harry asked looking up from his muffin top. Ron and Hermione raised their eyebrows in question. "What? I'm not saying I have that dream or anything."

Harry shifted uncomfortably, the thought of Draco "stalking" him freshly renewed for the morning.

"So what happened?" Harry asked changing the subject.

"I just had a conversation with Goyle."

Harry choked on his muffin and Ron winced as Hermoine's "History of Magic" book fell from her grasps.

"Goyle? As in, like, Gregory Goyle?" Harry asked.

"Yeah."

"He can speak polysyllabically?"

"Apparently," Ron said after cursing Hermione and her big words. "I mean, who knew?"

"Well, what did he say?"

"He wants you to stop avoiding Malfoy, Harry. He says that Malfoy is driving him and Crabbe nuts with all his, I think he used the word was 'wallowing'."

Harry slammed his hands down on the table; "Well I wouldn't have to 'avoid' him if he would stop stalking me!"

"Hey now, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just telling you what he said to me," Ron said raising his hands in defense.

Hermione, meanwhile, had given up on the conversation. She, like Ron, was sick of Harry's Malfoy drama. She was just getting back to her reading when something flew over her shoulder and smacked into her book. She rolled her eyes wondering if she was going to get any further reading done and dropped Pig down onto Ron's plate turning back to her book without a word.

"Heya, Pig," Harry said feeding Pig a bit of his muffin. "Who's it from?"

"Fred and George I think."

Ron pulled the letter of Pig's leg and began to read.

Dear Ronnie,

I wanted to tell you I would see you at Christmas, but George says that I need to inform you that it is March and we already saw you at Christmas this year. In fact, we got your letter a few days after you went back to Hogwarts after Christmas break.

Ron, you should invest in a calendar. We can get you a good deal on one that shoots off fireworks on Fridays, if you want. Or just ask Hermione. She's smart. She knows the months.

How's everyone else? Is Ginny still pining over Harry? Is Harry still in the clo---

I don't think Fred wants to finish that sentence. Well, send our love to everyone. See you soon, Ronnie.

Love,
Forge and Gred.

"Well, how do you like that? They didn't even answer my question," Ron said after he finished reading the letter out loud.

"You didn't know it was March?" Hermione asked over her book.

"Quiet you."

Hermione ducked down as bagel hit her book.

"Are you sure it was Goyle?" Harry asked bringing the conversation back to Ron's atrocious claim.

"Yes!" Ron yelled and half the dinning room turned and looked at him. He laughed nervously. "Uh, we need to go to Potions."

"Great, Ron. Spoil the fun. You've been dating Hermione too long."

Harry wished he had a book to hide behind when the bagel hit him square in the nose.

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Harry followed Ron and Hermione down into the dungeons towards Potions. Lately, Potions had become something he dreaded more than usual. Not only was it his worst subject with his least favorite teacher, who for some reason had been acting oddly towards Harry, but Malfoy was also in what Harry liked to call, super stalker mode. Harry let Ron and Hermione walk in front of him as he tried to delay his inevitable descent into the hell that was Potions class. But just as he was about to walk into the classroom he was pulled backwards and into a side hall.

"Are you avoiding me?" Draco asked as he let go of Harry's robes.

"Are you following me?" Harry countered.

Draco laughed and leaned casually against the wall. "I just want to get to know you better, that's all."

"The pathetically sweet act doesn't suit you, Malfoy."

"Thanks, Potter. From you I'm sure that is a complement."

"Funny you should say something like that considering it is you, after all, who wants to get to know me better," Harry said with a smile.

"I do want to know you better. What can it hurt to give this a try?"

"Let's suspend reality for a moment and pretend that I actually agree to this scheme of yours. What would that entitle?"

"First off, it's not a scheme," Draco corrected. "And as for what we would do.. talking, sharing, maybe a little something to drink, snogging, whatever."

Harry rolled his eyes, "86 the last option and I'll agree on one condition."

"What?"

"You stop stalking me afterwards."

"Malfoys do not 'stalk' people, Harry Potter. We are just used to getting what we want."

"Oh, so that's how it is. I'm a challenge? So challenging, in fact, that you have resorted to giving my friends and I heart attacks by sending messages through Goyle?"

Draco looked at Harry with confusion written across his face.

"You mean," Harry said slowly, "you didn't send Goyle to talk to Ron? He made that decision on his own?"

"He can talk polysyllabically?" Draco asked in shock.

Harry laughed, "I must say that I'm amazed you aren't close enough to Goyle to know that he is capable of-and I used this word loosely-intelligent conversation. Will wonders never cease?"

"Perhaps not," Draco said taking a step towards Harry.

"Ahem."

Harry and Draco both spun around and saw Snape towering over them.

"I was just curious as to weather you two were going to grace us with your presence in class this morning?"

Both of them mumbled an apology and dashed towards the classroom. Snape chuckled to himself then took out a piece of parchment with "Developments in the Malfoy/Potter situation" written at the top. He wrote down "rendezvous in empty corridors," then smiling to himself made his way back into his classroom.

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It was at lunch when curiosity got the best of Hermione.

Potions had been particularly rough for the Gryffindors due to Harry and Draco's late arrival and even Ron was hesitant to talk during the class. After Potions, Hermione hurried off to Ancient Ruins and didn't meet up again with Harry and Ron until after Transfiguration. All the while she was wondering what happened with Harry and Draco, and more importantly, she wanted to know if it would mean that Harry was over complaining about Draco stalking him all the time.

"What happened before Potions?" Hermione finally asked.

"Malfoy attacked me. I agreed to meet him later. Nothing much," Harry said casually between bites of his sandwich.

Ron raised an eyebrow at Harry, "Nothing much?"

"Yeah. If it'll get him to stop following me around all the time then it's worth it."

"I don't know what you are all worked up about, Harry. If Malfoy was following me around I would love it," Seamus threw in, joining the conversation.

Next to him a throat cleared.

"That is," he amended laughing nervously, "if I didn't already have such a wonderful boyfriend."

Dean pushed Seamus out of the way and leaned over the table ignoring his boyfriend in favor of the details of Harry's love life. "So details! When are you meeting him? Where? What are you gonna do? Do you have any lube?"

Ron choked on his pumpkin juice and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I don't think I'm going to be needing lube any time soon, Dean, but it's good to know you're looking out for my well-being."

"Hey, that's what friends are for."

"So that's why the Gryffindors are so close. They hand out lube to each other."

Harry and Ron spun around to glare at Draco.

"Was there something you wanted, Malfoy, or are you just in the habit of intruding on other people's conversations?" Ron asked.

"Funny, but I was sure that I was involved in that conversation in some way." He smirked at Dean and Seamus and then glanced at Harry before turning back to Ron, "And yes, I do have a reason for being here. It seems that I have the matter of a date to arrange with one Harry Potter."

By this time the entire Gryffindor table was watching the exchange between Draco and the Gryffindor seventh years. Harry tried to slouch down in his chair but it seemed like Draco was trying to make this a painful production.

"So, Potter, when shall we have our little get together?"

"Whenever," Harry snarled.

Draco leaned down and Harry could feel his breath on the back of his neck. Draco brought his voice down to a whisper, "Tonight then. Where the Mirror of Erised was. You know where I mean."

And with that Draco walked out of the dinning room leaving Harry with goose bumps and staring blankly at his half eaten sandwich.

---

"Sod off!"

Draco lowered his feet from off the table and leaned forward in his chair. From outside the door a litany of swearing could be heard along with some sort of scuffle. Draco smiled as the door finally opened to revel a seething Harry flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"So kind of you to join me," Draco welcomed.

"Was this absolutely necessary? I would have come on my own."

"One can never be too careful with these things, you know."

"Well now that I'm here can you call off the Brute Squad?" Harry asked pointing at the hulking figures on either side of him.

Draco laughed and dismissed Crabbe and Goyle and gestured for Harry to have a seat. Harry threw himself into the chair across the table from Draco and stared at him moodily.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked after a brief silence.

"Beyond having me escorted here by Crabbe and Goyle?" Draco nodded in response. "Just remembering a little incident at lunch wherein you outed me to the entire Gryffindor house and probably some of Ravenclaw as well."

"Oh, come off it. They would have found out soon enough as it is."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, if we are going to be dating..."

"Whoa. I said nothing about dating you, Malfoy."

"Harry, just admit that we would be amazing together. You know it as well as I do."

Harry tried to hide a blush by pointedly staring at his hands that were resting in his lap. But lap made him think of crotch, which made him think of sex, which made him think of Malfoy. Harry's eyes shot up and he glared at Malfoy for the sole reason of attempting to fool himself into thinking he still hated Malfoy.

"Look, just relax okay? We can just sit here and have a normal conversation, all right?"

"I guess," Harry sighed and gave in.

"Good. I'll ask you a question then you can ask me one and so on."

"Whatever," was the halfhearted reply.

"What's it like living with the Muggles?"

Harry looked at Draco in surprise. He was expecting a question more along the lines of "Boxers or Briefs?" but this? This was personal. Draco was actually serious when he said he wanted to know Harry better.

"I hate it," Harry finally admitted.

"But," Draco looked confused, "you're always about, well, saving them and stuff. If you hate it so much why do you? I don't understand."

"You have never met my family. I would hate them no matter what they were: Muggles, Squibs, Wizards, whatever. But not all of them are like that. Hermione's parents are really great, actually. Decent people." Harry grew silent.

"What's wrong with your family, Harry?"

"It's no longer your turn," Harry said to avoid the question. "Why did you become a Jr. Death Eater?"

"Didn't have much of a choice, really. It wasn't something I wanted to do but it just sort of happened. I mean, have you seen the Death Eater Brand(TM) robes?"

Harry laughed and reached for the pumpkin juice in front of him.

"What?" Draco questioned.

"Of all the things that are wrong with the Death Eaters," Draco made a move to tell Harry something, "Scrabble and Dough-knuts aside, that is, you complain about their robes?"

"They are hideous!" Draco exclaimed in defense then quickly settled back down when he realized it was his turn again. "What are they like, your family?"

Harry gulped down the rest of his pumpkin juice and poured himself another cup, drinking half before answering. He really wasn't thirsty but it was a good way to stall for time.

"They, uh, well," Harry was at somewhat of a loss. He never talked about his family. Not even to Ron and Hermione. "I used to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. My cousin is as big as a whale, my uncle is a bastard and my aunt has a horsed face."

"Um, what?"

Harry went on to ramble about parts of his childhood all the while nervously drinking his pumpkin juice unsure of why he was spilling his guts out to Malfoy of all people. Draco, for his part, was completely shocked at the turn of events. He knew that the Muggles that Harry lived with weren't anything like his parents, but this was ridiculous. He also briefly noted that Harry was consuming a lot of his spiked pumpkin juice and wondered if he mentioned that fact to Harry.

Harry stopped his rambling and bluntly asked, "Have you ever slept with Snape?"

Draco choked on his pumpkin juice, "What?"

Harry giggled, "I was trying to figure out why he favors you so much."

"No. God. No. I have never slept with Snape. Nor do I ever want to," He paused. "Although, I have an odd suspicion that something happened between him and my father."

Harry broke down in giggles and ended up sliding off his chair and sitting on the floor.

"Harry, are you okay?" Draco asked fighting back laughter.

"I. Am. So. Drunk." Harry laughed then stopped and gave what Draco he hoped was a glare. "Why am I drunk?"

"Did I fail to mention that the pumpkin juice was spiked?" Draco asked.

Harry lay down on the floor and Draco went and sat down next to him. They sat in silence for a bit before Harry just burst out laughing again.

"What, may I ask, do you find so funny?" Draco asked leaning over Harry.

"If you, you know, did fuck Snape," Harry started but couldn't finish because he was laughing too hard. Harry struggled to sit up right and he looked carefully at Draco as his laughter subsided. He moved closer to Draco.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, I think I could date you," Harry said off handedly.

Draco smirked and moved in to kiss Harry.

"That is," Harry continued causing Draco to pull back a bit in confusion. "If you don't ever fuck Snape."

"I think I can manage," Draco said against Harry's mouth.

Harry sighed into the kiss. It was better than he thought it would be, but Draco seemed to be full of surprises lately and Harry didn't altogether mind anymore.

Somewhere in the back of Draco's mind a victory dance was being done but he chose to ignore it and focus on getting Harry's robe unclasped. After a few tries Harry was sitting on Draco lap with his robe off and his shirt being slowly unbuttoned. Their mouths had hardly been apart and that was only to kiss some other part of the body.

Before Harry realized it, he was at Draco's mercy with his pants opened and Draco reaching inside. However, the act of Draco touching him proved too much for Harry's inebriated state and his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

Draco was at a loss. Harry wasn't supposed to pass out. The night was not supposed to end like this. He looked down at Harry's undone pants.

"You know he would have wanted it if he had been sober," part of Draco mind told him. "He wants you to continue."

"Draco Malfoy! You wouldn't think of it. You actually like Harry, remember?" The other half argued.

Draco stared at Harry's half naked body. "Fuck! What would a Wizard Scout do?"

And that part of the brain that Draco wanted to ignore despite the fact that he knew it was right spoke up, "A Wizard Scout probably wouldn't have gotten him drunk in the first place."

"Shit."

-end part 6-

This is Agent M signing off.