The next morning in potions (because where else would they be?) the class sat, waiting indifferently for Lucius to begin talking.
"Class, calm down," said Snape unnecessarily.
Lucius walked to the front of the room and began to speak, "Hello class," he said menacingly. "I'm here to discuss my career."
"What career is that?" asked some random kid in the back of the room.
"Well obviously I'm about to tell you," said Lucius.
"Well go on then!" said the kid.
"I will," Lucius responded, "I am an animal wrangler."
Lucius' pronouncement made Harry burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, he thought he was going to die.
"Why are you laughing?" Snape shrieked, feeling like the situation was beyond his control.
"I'm s-sorry," Harry managed, "It's just that…an animal wrangler? Come on!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Lucius. "It's what I do for a living!"
Draco jabbed Harry in the ribs, "Potter, will you shut up! You can't give away Father's secret or he'll become angry and beat me senseless again."
"Right, right," said Harry and did his best to calm down. For some reason no one heard the short exchange between Harry and Draco, even though before they began talking all eyes had been on them.
Lucius continued talking unconvincingly about animal wrangling, "…And that's why you always need to wear gloves when handling hexopolatogriphs, they have very sharp claws."
Some other random kid said, "Jesus Christ, Mr. Malfoy, you spent an hour telling us why we should use gloves when handling hexopolatogriphs. Everyone all ready knows that, you're such a moron!"
Lucius looked rather like he was about to make a snide remark but the random kid was saved because class ended. Every one quickly dashed out of the room when they realized what time it was, eager to leave the mind numbing boredom behind.
When Draco left class he felt much better, leaving a room containing his father never failed to put him in a good mood. "I feel much better," he announced to no one in particular.
"That's good," said Harry, who was walking along side Draco.
"I wasn't talking to you."
"But I'm the only one here, who could you have been talking to?"
"I was talking to no one in particular."
Harry didn't feel like arguing and yet he said, "So…I had fun last night."
"That's funny, I didn't," Draco said spitefully.
"I think you're lying just to spite me," Harry ventured.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"This is ridiculous, I don't want to talk to you any more."
"You're just saying that."
"Am n— oh for Christ's sake!" and Draco stormed off angrily. He thought about going into an empty classroom to be alone but quickly remembered what happened in empty classrooms and decided not to. Instead, he walked down the hall until he came upon a deserted wing, which is just as dangerous as an empty classroom but Draco didn't know that yet. He leaned against a wall to catch his breath but was startled when he saw Ron standing there.
"Hello Malfoy," said the red haired person.
"Hello Weasley," said Draco.
"So…I was just thinking about our little 'encounter…"'
"I can see that," said Draco, gesturing to Ron's lack of pants.
"Oh," said Ron, blushing, "It's not how it looks, I was just standing around and then my pants disappeared. I don't know what happened, honestly."
"Ok."
Just then Ron noticed that there was an empty classroom nearby and he pulled Draco inside.
When they were inside, with the door shut and the lights off, Draco said, "I don't know about this…I'm still getting over my depression about last time."
"Oh, come on."
"All right." Soon Draco was on his knees, putting Ron's lack of pants to good use.
Back with Harry…Harry thought about running after Draco but then thought to himself, "Lately it seems like I have no pride! I can't just go running after Draco every time he gets mad, that would be silly." Actually, he didn't think that to himself, he said it out loud.
A random guy in a hood stepped out from behind a pillar and said, "That is a wise decision you made, young sapling." The man stood there for several minutes, conspicuously not doing anything.
"Well, you know," said Harry, "I'd love to stay and chat but I have somewhere I have to be."
"Yes," said the man.
Harry left as quickly as he could. Glad to be free of the strange, hooded man, Harry stumbled into the nearest empty classroom. Unfortunately, Harry didn't have the benefit of Draco's experience with empty classrooms and was completely oblivious to what happened in them. He turned on the lights and promptly began a screaming fit when he saw Draco on his knees, in front of Ron and they weren't practicing for church (although it depends how you look at it).
"Ahhhh!" said Harry.
"Oh dear!" said Ron.
"Potter, what are you doing here?" asked Draco, by far the calmest of the three.
"I…I-I'm just a little bit disturbed!"
"Why?" Draco inquired.
"Well…I mean…er…that is to say…you're obviously not practicing for church."
"Obviously, but then, who really practices for church?"
"No one, I suppose."
"Exactly," said Draco reassuringly as he stood up.
Harry wasn't really feeling reassured and he said, "How could you?"
"I don't see how it's any of your concern what I do!"
"But I—I just thought…" Harry didn't know how to finish his sentence.
"What?"
"Well, I thought you were starting to like me but then you go off and shag him!" that last 'him' was said rather disapprovingly and Ron noticed.
"I'm standing right here!" he said.
"Oh for God's sake, Ron, go find some pants!" said Draco.
"Fine!" said Ron, running from the room.
"So," said Harry, "What were you thinking?"
"I tired of this conversation," said Draco.
"Well, that's just to bad!" Harry said.
Draco stared at him for a moment and then left the room.
