"Oh I just remembered one more thing," said Harry.

"What?" asked Draco wishing he were dead.

"Well you didn't just sleep with me, Ron, Snape and your father."

"Oh God! Who else?"

"Well you didn't actually 'go all the way' with anyone else but…let's just say Crabbe got a little friendly while you were asleep."

This was too much for poor Draco and he started weeping like a little schoolgirl.

"I'm sorry…perhaps I shouldn't have told you that."

"No, no it's for the best…now I know who to take out my revenge on…sweet, sweet revenge."

Harry shifted uncomfortably, "Does that mean me?"

"I haven't decided."

"I see. Well, it's time for potions."

"Have you noticed how it always seems to be time for potions?"

Harry ignored Draco's question and said, "We'd better put some clothes on."

Draco became depressed again when he noticed that they had both been naked the whole time. Anyway, they put on clothes and hurried to class.

When they walked in Snape said, "You're nine and a half minutes late, where have you been?"

"It took us awhile to get out of bed…" said Harry, suggestively.

Snape, feeling rejected by Draco, burst into tears and left the room. When Harry and Draco got to their seats Draco whispered to Harry, "Why did you have to say that so suggestively? Now everyone will think we're an 'item.'"

"Oh will they?" asked Harry, ingenuously, "I had never considered that."

After about twenty-three minutes Snape returned, it was obvious that he had been crying his eyes out; they were all red and swollen and his hair was greasy as ever. He taught class and it seemed like it would never end.

It did, however, end and when it did, Harry and Draco left the room, arm in arm. "Why are we arm in arm?" whispered Draco.

"Are we?" asked Harry, "Don't worry, it's almost time for lunch."

Draco had no idea what the time of lunch could have to do with his concerns about being arm in arm with Harry Potter but he spent so much time pondering it that by the time he looked up, they were in the lunchroom. He started to walk to his normal spot at the Slytherin table, near Crabbe and Goyle but then he remembered his incident with Crabbe and decided against it.

Seeing Draco's difficulty in deciding where to sit, Harry said, "Why don't you sit by me?"

Draco didn't want to but soon realized that he had no choice because Dumbledore was saying, "Time for everyone to sit down! Even though it's never been a rule before that people have to sit down at a certain time, I just want to make sure that Draco has no time to decide where to sit down so that he has to sit with Harry." After saying this, Dumbledore's eyes started twinkling like a maniac.

"Wow, what's with Dumbledore's eyes?" Harry asked, "They're twinkling like a maniac!"

"Yes…" said Draco and then he started concentrating on pushing his mashed potatoes around the plate.

"What's with you? You're acting like those mashed potatoes are the most interesting things in the world."

"They are," said Draco, with heavy sarcasm.

"Why don't you eat them?"

"Why don't you die?"

"Ooh, good one," said Hermione, who was also sitting there.

Draco ignored her and then looked over at Ron, who had been staring at him the whole time. "Ron, will you please stop staring at me," Draco said. He was about to add something about their "encounter" the day before. Something really cruel…preferably about size or performance but then he remembered that Hermione was sitting right there and he didn't want her to know about his…transgressions.

"Oh, I know you're just aching to insult Ron's skills in bed. Don't stop on my account," said the frizzy haired person in question.

"Wha…!? How did you know about that?" he asked.

"Dumbledore told me."

"How did he know?"

"He always knows about that kind of thing."

"Why did he tell you?"

"I don't know."

"That's so unbelievably creepy."

"Yes, so…how did it feel to run your hands through Snape's greasy hair?"

"Aah! Why would you say that? I didn't touch his hair…or should I say 'that greasy mass he calls hair.' Seriously, why would you say that? It's just spiteful, you know how much his hair bothers me."

"Then why did you go to his office at midnight and…you know."

"I had detention! It's not as if I had a choice, by that time I was so tired I would have done anything that involved lying down. I'm surprised Dumbledore didn't tell you that if he's so all knowing."

"Well I don't think he knew that it wasn't consensual, he thought it was sweet."

"That twisted freak! Why would he think that a student and teacher together was sweet? Especially if the teacher is Snape, greasy, greasy Snape…" Draco started staring off into space, as if mesmerized by the horror of Snape's hair. Finally he revived himself and said, "He should have called the police!"

"I suppose. It's rather funny, actually, he thought of giving you two a cabin on the grounds to live in during the school year but then he worried about taking you away from Harry."

"That sick, sick pervert! Oh he makes me so mad…I'd call my father but I worry that if he comes to Hogwarts Dumbledore'll force us to live together in some secluded cabin…" Draco trailed off, as if unable to finish that thought out loud. Instead he just began to twitch.

"Well now look what you've gone and done," said Harry, exasperatedly. "I'll just take him off to our room and give him some ice water, maybe that'll revive him."

"Why would ice water help?"

"Shh," said Harry and dragged Draco away.