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'How are you doing?' Potter asked, leaning on the back of a nearby chair.

I ignored him, switching the TV station over.

He sighed. 'Draco.'

I pointedly set my gaze on the TV.

He could "Draco" all he wanted - it wasn't going to get him anywhere.

I mean who did he think he was?

How dare he put me through all these.I didn't even know what they were!

I jabbed my finger angrily at another button.

All I knew is that suddenly everything he said or did has some sort of effect on me.

It felt like someone had set my insides on fire and that suddenly all the blood was rushing to my head.

It felt like I was losing control.

And I never lost control.

Never.

'Will you just talk to me?' Potter snapped.

No actually.

Which is something that should have entered your thick skull because in case you haven't noticed - IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!!!

'Draco!'

Wow he was starting to get quite whiny.

It's as if no-one's ever stopped talking to him before.

Hmm . . . maybe people didn't do that on the side of the light.

If true then they were really missing out.

It is so easy to annoy people by simply not doing anything.

Although it was a masterful art only few could excel at.

I must admit though- this whole "being childish" thing was getting boring really quickly.

'Why aren't you talking to me?' He asked desperately.

'Now Potter.' I smirked. 'If I wasn't talking to you then I couldn't very well tell you that.'

'You're talking!' He exclaimed in shock, his eyes widening.

I gave him a "well duh" look. 'How clever of you to notice. So what's for dinner?'

Flummoxed he blinked at me, amazed by my sudden turnaround.

'Cat got your tongue Potter?'

Cat. Potter's face darkened at the word.

Strange that a perfectly harmless, (well relatively harmless- I'd seen what it could do with those claws) innocent cat could inspire Potter to such anger, especially considering I couldn't.

He sent it an evil glare and seeing it, I sent it a small smile.

The cat looked at me with a look that said 'mission accomplished'.

This cat and me seemed to think along the same lines.

Strangest cat I'd ever seen actually.

It was jet black with orange eyes.

I scratched between his ears thoughtfully.

'So what are you calling him?' Potter asked warily, unsure of whether I would retreat back into silence.

I smiled wryly. 'Crucio.'

Potter flinched looking at me cagily.

'What?'

'I'm calling it Crucio.'

'Why?' Potter was incredulous.

I shrugged, smirking inwardly. 'Seemed like a familiar word I guess.'

'Oh. right.' Potter looked like he was starting to regret having somebody with such a lot of issues to stay with him.

'Just be careful not to call it when you're holding a wand.' I beamed at him. 'Or else we might not be on speaking terms for a long time.'

'You have a really warped sense of humour do you know that?'

'Yup.' I scowled as soon as I said it. Obviously living with Potter was having a terrible effect on my speech. A Malfoy didn't "yup".

'Just checking.'

'So what *is* for dinner?' I prodded.

'Like I know.'

I sighed. 'Well it's your house- you're supposed to know what food is in it.'

'Well we have,' he paused, searching his memory, 'water.'

'Water?' I wrinkled my nose up. 'Is that it?'

'I think so.'

'So what go going to make?'

He blinked. 'Uhh.I thought we talked about this- water.'

'Potter you cannot really expect me to survive on water. Maybe you can, and that of course would explain why you're so skinny, but I can't.'

'I've not got anything else to feed you with!' He exclaimed.

'You're a bit of an idiot aren't you?' I asked seriously.

'No.' Curiosity entered his eyes. 'Why'd you say that?'

I snorted. 'Call yourself a wizard? Just wave your wand and get something to eat!'

'Ooh right.' He said sheepishly. 'What do you want?'

I waved my hand magnanimously. 'You choose.'

'Oh thanks.' He said sarcastically.

'No problem.'

'You know Draco sometimes you are so-'

Just as I was beginning to wonder if I'd finally gotten to him he stopped.

'So.?' I prompted hopefully.

His lips curled upwards. 'So *you*.'

Was that an insult?

'I don't get it.'

'No I suppose not.'

Now that sounded more insulting but it still wasn't up to my normal standard.

'Oh whatever!' I exclaimed finally. 'Just go...cook or something!'

Potter rolled his eyes but to my surprise did as I asked.

You would have thought that he wouldn't have taken that from anybody, especially not his enemy.

Not that he'd been treating me very much like an enemy.

In fact he seemed to be going out of his way to be nice to me.

Unless he'd been told to, to see if I was going to tell him anything or to get me on his side.

Then again that would mean Dumbledore would have been nice but when I was in private with him he seemed to be barely polite.

Seems I didn't need Potter to give me a headache- I was perfectly capable of giving myself one.

Oh well I was so hungry I wasn't going to complain if he was fine about cooking for me.

I'd worry about his motives some other time.

Speaking of time.Potter was taking an awfully long amount of it to make some food.

'Potter!' I shouted at the top of my lungs. 'Potter what is taking so long?'

There was no reply.

'Scarhead!' I tried. 'Boy who lived? Almost saviour of the wizarding world???'

Nothing seemed to be working.

With an annoyed sigh I got up and walked to the kitchen.

He was standing in the corridor, brushing dust off himself with his hand.

'Potter, *why* are you covered in dust?' I folded my arms in exasperation.

'Uhh.' He looked at me guiltily.

'I thought you were making dinner.' I gave him an accusing look.

'I was!'

I gave him a look.

'I *was*! It's just your bloody cat turned up and decided to run off with a piece of bacon and so I was chasing it.'

That did sound like a typical Potter thing to do.

'And I ended up in the attic and I found some really cool stuff.'

'Unless it's edible I don't care.' I told him.

'I think you will.' He smiled slightly. 'I found this.'

He slid a leather book across the table to me.

I picked it up and studied the cover carefully.

It was a plain leather cover with the Hogwarts crest embossed.

'It's our yearbook.' He told me.

I sighed. 'I can see that.'

'Oh sorry.' He said sheepishly.

'And why do you feel the need to tell me that you found our yearbook?' I asked disdainfully.

Wordlessly he flipped the front cover open.

I scanned it for something interesting, stopping as I noticed my own handwriting.

Watch your back Potter

DM

'From anyone else that would have sounded like the typical concerned statement everybody was making as we prepared for the inevitable war.'

A small grin lit his face. 'But from you it was a threat. A threat that implied I had only better watch my back because you would be the one behind it with a brandished wand, ready to Avarda Kedavra me away.'

He paused, switching the TV over. 'You were going to kill me.'

'Still are if you'd only give me the bloody chance.' I muttered.

He grinned. 'Would you really?'

'Yes.'

'Aww Draco I know you don't mean that.' A mischievous look lit up his face and he leaned closer to me. 'I know you love me really.' He breathed.

Despite myself the effect was instantaneous.

I jumped to my feet. 'Do you want a drink?' I asked uncomfortably.

He snickered. 'Sure.'

Holy shit Potter was in a weird mood.

It almost seemed like he was flirting with me.

I laughed nervously as I poured a glass of water.

I mean obviously he wasn't.right?

No that was stupid. Of course he wasn't flirting with me.

He was just . . .

Flirting with me.

Damn.

'Crap!' I shouted as I noticed the water had overflowed the glass and was currently spilling all over the floor.

~That settles it. Potter's cast a spell on me. Nothing else could make me act like this. ~

'Something wrong?' Potter's voice distracted me from my thoughts.

'No.' I yelled back.

'Ok.'

I searched for something to wipe up the water with.

This would be so much easier with a wand.

Then again . . .

I stopped thoughtfully.

It would evaporate anyway so I might as well just leave it.

Sounded good.

I left the kitchen and headed back to the living room.

'What you doing?' I asked Potter who was poring over the papers again.

He was only half-listening and a frown was etched on his forehead. 'I'm just trying to work out where the Death Eater bases are.'

Oh fun.

Potter was trying to find out the location of my side so that he could have us all blown to oblivion.

I knew I should have gone mad and shouted, or set it on fire or something but honestly I couldn't really find the will to care.

Uhh . . .

I mean . . .

That I was going to see how close he was so I could. stop him??

'Can I have a look?' I asked.

He hesitated, looking uncomfortably from me to the maps.

'I swear I won't put you off the scent.' I rolled my eyes. 'Honestly Potter how old do you think I am? Who knows? I might even let something slip.'

'Yeah and Hell just froze over.' Potter said with a twinge of sarcasm.

'Ooh Potter I'm wounded.' I put my hands over my chest in fake pain. 'I can't believe you don't think I'm a nice person.'

He laughed slightly.

Was I joking around with Harry Potter???

'Ok you can look.' He said finally, sliding a chair up to the table.

'Cool.' I winced at my words. This day was getting worse and worse by the second.

I scanned the map; taking note of the thumbtacks stuck in at random points.

Given the accuracy of the pins I was really wondering how we hadn't destroyed this side years ago.

I snorted as I spotted one of his guesses. 'Ramsbottom??'

'Yeah.' Potter said defensively. 'It's a very highly populated half and half area.'

I looked closer at the map. 'But Potter,' I tried to control my laughter. 'Would I really have a base in Upper Ramsbottom???'

'Well . . . '

'Oh Merlin can you imagine it?' I adopted a news reporter's voice. ' So Mr Malfoy where is your top secret Death Eater Base?' I switched back to my voice. 'Upper Ramsbottom.' I exploded into laughter again.

'Shut up Malfoy.' Potter mumbled, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

'Awww is ickle Potter feeling all embawassed?'

He glared.

'Alright alright.' I grinned at him, scanning the rest of the page.

'Apart from Upper Ramsbottom,' I paused to hold back my laughter again. 'your guesses aren't *that* stupid.'

'They're not guesses.' Potter said indignantly. 'They're highly intelligent deductions, worked out from top secret information that.' he trailed off at my look. 'Yeah alright they're guesses.'

As if I hadn't known.

'This one.' I tapped the pin stuck in Hampstead. 'It's pretty close- not exact but relatively close. You might want to work on that.'

'Thanks.' Potter looked slightly stunned.

'No problem- I just hope you like ice skating.'

'Huh?'

'Hell? Freezing over?' At his confused gaze I gave up. 'Oh never mind.'

He frowned slightly, having forgotten his own earlier words.

I shouldn't have done that, I knew, but. . .

I just hated proving people right.





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