Time for chapter four of "Newest Conquest" Oh joy. Sorry it took so long to get out…But first I had to go to the doctor 'cause my wrists were getting worse (pity trip, am I that obvious?!) And then my computer died…Seriously…We have a brand new one….It's nice and fast! It's so weird to actually be able to load a web page in under 5 mins (yeah, last computer was that bad) Anyways, any of you authors out there probably understand that reviews are like food to us…And I'm feeling pretty hungry (Holy shit was that bad)…Errr…So yeah, please review…I'll love you forever.

Disclaimer: You all know it, all names and familiar places belong to J.K Rowling.

Rated: PG13 (still…It will go up eventually, I don't think mild swearing requires and R rating yet though)

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"Haaa--aary" Draco whined, "are you ever going to finish eating ?! Potions starts soon, Snape will force own potion on you if you're late again….And, well, we all know how that would turn out."

"Draco, you quit your whining, I'm a growing boy, I'll eat as damn well much as I feel like…..Wait, did you just make fun of my potion making skills?!" Harry cried, looking at Draco aghast.

"Never," said Draco innocuously, staring fixedly at Harry. "Come on, come on, were doing polyjuice potions today!"

"Ya know, Drake, it's truly rather pathetic the way you get so excited over potions, you're like a kid!" said Harry, amused at Draco's behaviour.

"Oh, it's not because of the potions I want to be going there," hinted Draco suggestively, waggling his eyebrows at Harry, then up to the professors table.

"Draco!" cried Harry, "please tell me you're kidding! Snape's old enough to be your father!"

"Oh, don't talk Potter. What would you know." Draco replied defensively, "Oh sod off Potter, I was just kidding," he cried, at the disgusted look on Harry's face.

"Draco…Don't ever, ever, ever even joke about something like that." Harry said in all seriousness, pushing his bowl away, suddenly losing his appetite. "Oh all right….Let's just go, I'll let you get to your oh so precious Snape," said Harry, shuddering at the last word. He stood up, looking at Draco and then at the teachers table…. "You know Drake….You really need to find someone your own age, I mean, first it was Createn, and he was a 7th year! While you were only in third…I swear, that guys going to grow up to be some sort of pedophile…And SNAPE! Ew…He's like the epitome of grossness--"

"Grossness…" Draco mutterd, "You know Harry, sometimes your geniuses just overwhelm me"

"Shut up Malfoy, I was still talking--"

"shut up?! Malfoy said indigently, "Did you just tell me, a Malfoy, the oldest, richest wizerding family in existence…To shut up"?"

"You're full of yourself Malfoy," Harry said unable to help laughing at the arrogant look on Malfoy's face.

"Shut it Potter, sometimes you act like a bloody gryffindor…" he said disgustedly. "I don't understand how you ever became a Slytherin, no cunning, no wit, and most days you act like a bloody high school muggle girl!"

Harry and Draco both turned around as they felt a weight on their shoulders. "Woah, hold it Harry!" Blaise cried, seeing Harry's wand already set for use., "just me."

"Sorry Blaise," said Harry abashedly, "didn't realize it was you"

"S'all right Harry," replied Blaise. His gaze seemed to hover between Harry and Draco, "Were you too fighting again," he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Noo--" replied Harry and Draco simultaneously, both the picture of innocence, as they walked into Potions class.

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A few hours later, and, in Harry's case, a couple of burns, the three of them walked out of potions class.

"That was the worst class I've ever been to!" cried Harry heatedly, rubbing haphazardly at one of his burns.

"Harry, you say that everyday," replied Draco consolingly, though, inwardly laughing at the dismayed look of Harry's features. "Anyways, we have Divination next and that's far worse!"

"Oh thank you ever so fucking much for making me fell better Drake, Trelawny will probably predict my death…Again, last time she was going on about how I needed to "watch out for the lion," like a bloody lion's gonna get into Hogwarts to kill me, that'd be a sight, "Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Was-Eaten-By-A-Lion! What a headline," cried Harry irately, not watching where he was going.

"Harry, watch--" Draco cried, as Harry ran headfirst into Ron. Books and papers flew everywhere. Harry bent to pick up his belongings while Ron just stood there, glaring. "out.." finished Draco lamely.

"Watch where you're going Potter!" Cried Ron angrily, shoving Harry against the wall while at the same time kneeing him in the stomach. "What, don't even know how to fight back, I'd think you'd at least learn to defend yourself from…overenthusiastic costumers…." said the red-head, sneering down at Harry.

"Shaddup Weasel," Draco said with scorn, glaring crossly at Ron as he pulled out his wand.

"Draco, don't!" muttered Blaise, "Slytherin has had enough points taken away because you and Harry always fighting Ron."

"Sod of Blaise," said Draco, turning his heated glare on Blaise.

"Hey, hey, just trying to help," replied Blaise, hands raised innocuously, backing of slowly.

"So, Potter" Ron said, attempting a sneer, which looked rather amusing on his face, "how is business, I hear you knocked up some girl."

"Heard wrong Ron," said Harry, defensively. The two boys were backed into a corner of the corridors, Ron pressing Harry into the walls. Draco and Blasie stood behind them, looking on, but knowing Harry wanted to take care of this himself but Draco was having a hard time, Harry could see his hands curled tightly around his wand.

"Oh, that's right, isn't it…You only do the boys, dontcha," said Ron derisively , "how's it feel, taking it up the ass?"

"Shut up!" Cried Draco, unable to stand by idly as Ron verbally, and a little physically, abused Harry. "Anyways, why don't you ask your girlfriend, I heard she has a little experience there," said Draco, ever able to use his sharp tongue to fluster Ron.

"Malfoy," Ron grunted.

"Yes, very good Weasel," sneered Draco, attempting to draw Ron's attention away from Harry, "you've finally learned my name. Though, I'd rather you didn't use it, your muggle loving tongue isn't even worthy of it."

"Sod of Malfoy," rumbled Ron, looking extremely embarrassed.

"What, is that the best you could come up with Weasel," said Draco in a polished voice, "I'm surprised your girlfriend even stays with you, it must be difficult for her, living with someone of such low intelligence, but we all know she's the best you'll ever get, and that's really not saying much, now is it?" finished of Draco, smirking at the dumfounded look on Ron's face. "Come on Harry, let's go," said Draco grabbing Harry's hand. The two ran off, escaping before Ron could realize how severely he has been insulted.

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Okay, chapter 4 done! Yay! I guess there is still very little in the plot department. But next chapter will come the reason for the title of the story, a little plot, and a very drunk Draco and Harry. Please please please review, I know, I know, don't beg for reviews, but, I practically live off of them! (You can also recommend me to friends ::cough cough:;) Okay, sorry, won't happen again. Oh, for any who cared, yes this is a friendship fic, but it will evolve into more, but not for a little while longer. I'm working on my other stuff, please read and review those too! Thanks!