Later that afternoon Harry was sitting around throwing darts at Ron's head. Even though Ron's back was turned, you'd think he'd be annoyed by the dart throwing. This, however, was not the case as Harry was really horrible at darts and kept on missing. This meant that Ron had no idea that Harry was even throwing the darts.

All this changed when he turned around, "Harry! What are you doing?" asked Ron when he noticed that Harry was throwing darts at his head.

"Nothing," said Harry.

"You two are complete morons," remarked Hermione.

Just then Draco walked by and said, "Potter, what exactly were you aiming for when throwing the darts?"

"Ron's head," replied Harry, sheepishly.

Draco smirked and then walked away suavely. (A/N: readers of my Clark and Lex will appreciate the use of the word suave…hopefully)

"Oh that Draco is so suave…" sighed Harry.

"What was that?" asked Ron.

"I didn't say anything."

"Yes you did! You called Draco suave! I can't believe this! Gaa! I'm so disgusted!"

"Calm down," said Harry," I didn't say that, I said that he's a snob."

Ron frowned.

Just then something really terrible happened. No one is sure what because it was erased from memory like a really bad drunken night.

* * *

The next morning Harry woke up to find Draco passed out on the floor wearing the same clothes as the night before. "What were you doing last night, Malfoy?"

"Making a really delightful sandwich, you should have been there," replied Draco, sarcastically.

"I see…" said Harry, not at all convinced.

Just then some guy walked in and said, "Draco, are you going to lie about on the floor all day? I thought you were going to show me around, you don't want me to be bored, do you? You never know what I might do, where I might go…"

"Yes, yes I'll be right there."

"Who's that?" asked Draco's friend, looking at Harry with disdain.

"Harry Potter," said Draco, frowning.

"Hmm," said the friend and they left.