Warning: This chapter contains a lot of stupid stuff. It's fun, mixed with some uncovering. It was written in a very boring night, and I'm quite a little… insane. Not more than usual, but still insane ;-) this time, it hit my story very badly, and I'm sorry about that. If you're the opinion that my story should be serious, I'm sorry about that chapter. Still, I love it, because of the dialogs, and I love conversations. It's just as long because … ah, you'll see.

Christmas-break

Everyone was gone.

There was simply no one in Hogwarts anymore, or at least, Harry thought so.

Hermione went to her parents. They needed more than an hour to say their good-byes to each other. The parting was terrible. He didn't want to let go of her, just when they found to each other.

But he could understand why she had to go.

Ron also went to his family, because this time everyone was at home, he wanted to see Bill, Charlie, Percy and Fred and George.

He asked Harry if he didn't want to come, too, but Harry didn't feel like so much people around him.

And it was the Weasley's family celebration. He couldn't just go with him, even though he spent a lot of time with the weasleys. But he didn't want to feel a little displaced.

Of course, every other person in Gryffindor left too.

And not only in Gryffindor.

The whole castle seemed deserted, except for the ghosts, Dumbledore, and he guessed some teacher. But he didn't even met one of them.

But, to be honest, he didn't search for them. And he wasn't about to go down to the dungeons to visit Snape.

But still it was a bit boring to sit alone in Gryffindor common room. And he wasn't like Hermione. Harry wasn't about to make his homework yet.

He stood up and decided to make a tour through the castle. Maybe he could find something interesting.

And he did.

He bumped in someone, just when he wanted to turn around at a corner.

Harry was about to apologize, but when he saw, who he knocked out, he straightened up and looked at him in shock.

"Oh no! You're here too??", the two of them said at the same time.

"I thought you would go to the weasels home!"

"And why the hell aren't you with your parents?"

"I don't see the reason to tell you this."

Harry shrugged. There was no point he asked Malfoy any further, because he knew he wouldn't tell him.

"And what are you doing?", Harry asked, because it seems as if he wasn't the only one who thought the castle was boring without its residents.

Draco thought about snapping back the same answer as he did previously, but as he was bored as well he decided to answer his question.

"I was about to go back to my room."

"Your room? You know that you're a bit in the wrong direction, don't you?"

Draco rolled his eyes. The dungeons were in the opposite direction.

"No, I'm not. My room is there." he pointed to an undefinable point behind Harry.

"You mean, your room's not in Slytherin? Why do you have the privilege of having an own room? Does your father have a little too much money? Buying an own room, separated from the dungeons for his son… that wasn't too cheap, was it?"

Malfoy shot him one of his meanest and coldest looks. "You know, I don't need you to say anything about ME being favoured because my father has money. You could go to Dumbledore at every time and ask for an own room. I'm sure as hell he would give it to you. The old man favours you. And he does definitely more than Snape favours me. I think Dumbledore feels pity for you. You know… because of your… loss."

He looked at him angry, enjoying Harrys shocked face at the mention of the last words.

"Loss?", his voice was high pitched, and his eyes widened. "What loss do you mean?"

"Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about? I mean your dear godfather. Come off it, did you really believe I wouldn't know? Anyway, if you ask me, Dumbledore would do anything to "ease your pain"."

"Don't you ever dare to talk again about Sirius, because YOUR father is part of those group of cruel psychopaths who killed him."

Harry's voice got dangerous quiet.

"I know."

To harry's surprise, Draco also whispered. But he said it soft… as if he would feel sorry for that.

But before Harry could answer this, Draco walked past him and headed to his room.

Harry thought about following him, but he decided it wouldn't be worth. They would just end up fighting again.

The next days they met each other from time to time, but either Draco ignored Harry, or the golden gryffindor ignored Draco.

But still it was boring in the castle, and as they both had nothing to do than stroll around, their ways crossed each others a few times.

"Ok, Potter.", Draco stopped as he saw Harry come along at the other side of the corridor. "What do we do?"

Harry looked startled, he didn't knew why Malfoy talks to him all of a sudden. "What? Well, I don't know what YOU are doing, but I'm hanging around."

"'S that fun?"

"It isn't. I'm sick of that castle, of those walls, and those torches, those staircases, those pictures…"

"I've got the point. You know, I've got an idea what we could do."

Malfoy got closer to Harry, surrounding him slowly.

"And that would be?"

"There are just the two of us, you know? Boredom's always making me combative. You don't have to make up a show know, Potter. No-one to see us. Just a little duell…", Draco was purring like a cat, enjoying his idea of duelling with potter without his annoying friends and admirer.

"Hear hear, are you actually getting brave? With no-one here in the castle, you think you can beat me up?"

"No, that's wrong. I don't think so. I know it."

"Then show me.", Harry said, meaning to provoke his rival.

The two of them walked some feet away from each other, and took their wands out.

One moment they looked into the others eyes. Harrys emerald green eyes met Draco's icy grey ones.

"One."

"Two."

"Three. - Gyronymus!"

"Tinnitare!"

Draco's body began to spin around fast, and his surroundings blurred.

Harry however, began to hear a slight tune in his ear, first quiet and annoying, then getting louder and louder, until he thought he couldn't bear it anymore. "silenco", he used the charm on himself, but he wasn't sure if he was able to hear ANYTHING, now.

Draco, however, was standing still again and his wand was raised against Harry. "Wristenti!", he shouted.

Harry reacted immediately, and before he spoke out the charm, he hexed his enemy again.

"Oklavre!"

Draco's feet seemed to vanish out of his feeling, even though he could still see them, they felt more like rubber. Draco fell to his knees.

Harry's wrist began to hurt badly, and when he looked down, he saw that blood was trickling down his fingers. 'He cut my wrists? Does he want to kill me?'

"Blivare!" - "Blivare!" two male voices shouted at the same time.

Draco's vision blurred again, but this time it was replaced by a painful brightness, stinging in his eyes.

"YOU MADE ME BLIND??", he screamed furious.

"As you used the same spell on me, you should now that it's just temporary. Shit, this brightness is disturbing. How long will it hold on??"

"As far as I remember two hours! And I can't move!"

"I don't even know where I am, so there would be no sense in moving anyway." Harry let himself drop to his knees and sat down on the floor

"What's bothering me a LITTLE BIT MORE, is that YOU FUCKING BASTARD, HAVE CUT MY WRISTS!!!", he yelled through the corridor.

Draco was bewildered at the others sudden fury, but decided to calm him down, or he would be a dead man.

"Potter, for one who's so stupid, I actually can't believe that you've survived voldemort all those times."

"What do you mean?", Harry asked, still angry.

"Do you really think, I would kill you?"

"Erm… no, I didn't think so, until the last few minutes have proven other."

Draco rolled his eyes, though Harry couldn't see it. "It's just a fake charm. It hurts, but it isn't your blood which is trickling down at your fingers. I just wanted to shock you a little bit."

"Oh, and I'm pleased to say, that you managed that fabulous!", Harry was so pissed now, even though by the mention of the charm not being real, the pain in his wrists stopped.

But he was stuck with this prick, and it was the last thing he wanted to do.

Draco smirked. "Thanks. That was quiet near to a compliment. Oh, Potter, I guess we could be best friends!"

Draco nearly lay on the floor, laughing, because of the sarcasm in this sentence.

"Yeah, I guess so.", the other boy said.

They didn't say anything for a while, but then Harry decided that it was too boring.

"When is your birthday?"

"WHAT?", Draco was startled. What the hell was he interested in his birthday?

"Ok, ok, I'll take that back. I just wanted to have a little small talk with my arch enemy. I mean, I don't know much about you, do I?"

"And I hope that will stay this way.", Draco was a little scared, obviously thinking that Harry should see a psychiatrist.

"hmmm… I'm bored." Harry said, his voice turning now in something that Draco figured out had to be a singsong.

When Draco didn't answer, he continued. "Do you know what I usually say when I'm bored?"

Draco was so annoyed by the voice of him, that he just snapped: "WHAT?", to finish the talk.

"I say 'blub'."

"You say 'blub'?", Draco couldn't believe how stupid this boy was.

"I indeed do say… 'blub'.", Harry smiled featherbrained, which Draco, of course, couldn't see.

"And whats the point of saying 'blub' if you're bored?"

"There's no point of it at all. blub.", now Harry reminded very much of Lockhard when he'd lost his memory.

"So I figure that you're bored at the moment?"

"Yeah. Now guess how often I said: 'blub' the last few days?"

"God, you didn't count them, did you?"

"I did. It was one thousand-eight hundred-and-twenty second times.."

"You're stupid."

"Oh, no. I'm bored."

"You're bored and stupid."

There was silence. then Draco went on. "My birthday's on July the 14th."

"Shit, you're older. That's a shame!"

"We already know I'm more intelligent and more handsome than you, it doesn't surprise me that I'm older, too."

"Shut up. I've only got seventeen days later."

"I can't believe you let me calculate when I'm blind."

"I can't believe you're not intelligent enough to figure out that my birthday's on July the 31st."

"I figured out that!"

"Of course. And why did you complain, then?"

"Because I like complaining?"

"You're stupid, too."

"No. I'm just as bored as you. And I think that is the only thing we two have in common."

Again silence.

"Potter…?"

"Mhmmm?"

"er… nothing."

"What's it?"

"I said nothing."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Ok, if you don't say it, I'll do. What happened between Herm and you?"

Silence.

"Its non of-"

"my business?? Malfoy, come off it, you know, you say that every time! And it is my business. Because I love her, and because you hurt her, and because that is a great reason to still hate you even if we had this cute little small talk a little while ago."

"I'm not going to tell you."

"You're not?"

"No. Because I won't tell you anything."

"You won't?"

"I won't."

"Blub."

Draco remained silent.

"Blub."

"Shut up."

"Blub."

"Shut the fuck up now!"

"Blub, blub."

Draco began to growl, but Harry still smiled stupidly and began to singsong.

"Blub, blub - blub blub blub - blub - blub, blub."

"You know, this is a somewhat serious topic, and you're just saying 'blub'?"

"I'm saying 'blub', because I know it annoys you, and I know, that sooner or later you'll have to tell me about you and Hermione. Or I'll continue saying 'blub'. Blub."

"Stop it."

"Blub."

"YOU'RE ANNOYING!"

"I know. Blub."

"Stop."

"Blub."

"STOP!"

"Blub."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Blub. Tell me."

"leave me alone, Potter."

"Tell me."

"You've forgotten to say blub."

"Blub."

Everyone who would pass would have thought the two of them were maniacs. They were both grinning stupidly now, having their eyes closed and having this conversation.

"I think you better tell me."

"I think I really better do. But… For you're my enemy, if you would know it, I would have to kill you."

"You have cut my wrists, forgotten? You've already killed me."

"Never mind, I didn't kill you. I couldn't kill you, because were on the same si-d-e. . ."

The last words faded from Dracos mouth, and when he realized what he was saying, it was too late.

There was an awkward silence between them.

"What do you mean, you're on the same side?"

"Forget it, potter. I'm just saying bullshit because of you saying 'blub' all the time."

"No, you're not. Things like that just don't slip out of your mouth. You're on the same side?"

Draco sighed. He was about to tell his arch enemy his biggest secret. That was a mistake.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"You're working for Dumbledore?"

"I do."

"Prove it."

"Believe it, or believe it not. I don't care."

"… Why?"

Draco waited. He didn't know by himself why he did.

"Hmmm… I guess I'm not as evil as both of us thought. This summer I just didn't feel like murdering some hundred people, so I went to dumbledore and told him. And that's why I'm on the same side as you are."

"I hate being blind."

"That was now totally off-topic, but never mind."

"I mean… I would like to see your expression right now. It would show me if you're serious or not."

"I guess, you'll have to wait. But believe me, it's not easy to read my expression. Hermione's the only one…"

"Seems as if you're babbling a little too much now, aren't you?"

"I do. Do you remember the memory-charm Lockhard wanted to made to you? Because I really need to do it on you if we'll see again."

"I'm afraid I can't remember… How do you know from Lockhard?"

"You'd be surprised how much I know. Dad told me everything."

"I guess so. But you still have to tell me about 'Mione."

"What do you want me to tell you?"

"Why did you hurt her?"

"Because I'm a mean person?"

"I don't think I'm satisfied with that. I mean… Don't you think I haven't noticed the looks you gave her? I always thought you have it badly for her. But then, when she said she kissed you, I mean… I wouldn't have thought that you two would really get close…"

"With other words, you were jealous."

"Yeah. I was. But then you did something, I still didn't figure out WHAT, but Hermione was horrible after it. The strange thing is… I hate you for breaking her heart, but still I'm glad that you did, because she's now with me. So why did you let her go?"

"Oh, you know, I just thought, because I like you so much, I'll just leave her to you."

"Ouch, your sarcasm is getting violent."

"Honest. I just let her do what she wanted. And she wanted you. And I think that she's a lot more happier with you. And that's the end of the story."

Harry couldn't overhear the bitterness in his voice.

Just when he was about to answer, he saw the brightness in his eyes vanish, and instead of that, he was able to see his surroundings again.

He saw Draco, who was about to stand up, but failed miserably because of the charm.

"Ervalko.", he muttered and pointed his wand on Malfoy.

When Draco stood up again, Harry was about to say something to him, but Draco just hissed:"bye, Potter." and then left quickly.

Harry's mind still spun around, so he guessed he'd better left for his dorm.

A/N: About the blub-thing: I'm sorry if you thought it were a stupid word, and I'm sure you can never imagine Harry saying such a silly word. Actually, I'm the one who uses the word. And I'm using it very often. Lol.

This chapter had no sense at all except that Harry knows about Draco being on the other side. But don't think the two of them like each other now. They were this civil to each other because a) they were bored, b) they couldn't see anything, and c) because they were some secure feet away from each other.

About the body/bodies thing: I wanted to write bodies, because it was the nearest thing for me to do, but then I wasn't sure,… and I thought, I'd better ask you, for we all know, you're better than me in spelling things… lol. But even If it was embarrassing for know, I think I'll never doubt again what the plural of body is. ;-)

and don't get used to such long chapters! oh, this story is going to end soon anyway, so never mind.