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WARNING: This story contains HP/DM pairings and that means SLASH (soon). Don't like it, why are you even here? But if for some reason you are here by some mistake I suggest that you leave now.

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Chapter 3: Problems

Potions seemed to be stretching on forever. Harry glanced over at the hourglass, he sighed inwardly, it wasn't even half over but it felt like they'd been in here for hours.

Harry could still feel the death glares from the Slytherins and the confused looks from Gryffindors. He knew it must've looked strange. He was sitting with Malfoy! Harry glanced at Malfoy, who was stirring their potion in a determinedly nonchalant way. They were making a potion which would allow the drinker to see into their future. It would be several weeks before it was completed. He and Malfoy were working together. Harry lent over to add the final ingredient for the lesson.

"Wait!" Malfoy said, "Not yet, we're supposed to wait for the 12th hour!"

Harry stopped mid action, how could he have forgotten that? No wonder he did so badly in potions. He put the unicorn hairs down embarrassed.

"Good thing I'm here Potter, or you would have had another disaster on your hands", Malfoy said, but not in a malicious way.

"Sorry," Harry glanced up and saw Snape glaring at him.

"That's okay, just pay attention next time."

With that the bell rang for the end of class and signaling that it was 12 o'clock. Malfoy added the unicorn hairs.

"Will you be eating with us for lunch?" enquired Harry, he knew the answer, of course, where else would Malfoy eat, it was pretty obvious that the Slytherins hated him.

"Sure" replied Malfoy.

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At the Gryffindor table, it seemed that Ron had gotten over his initial horror of having Malfoy at their table, or at least he was waiting for later, when he could tell Harry exactly how he felt about this new development.

Whichever it was Harry was grateful.

Harry wasn't sure whether he trusted Malfoy completely just yet, but in true Harry style he was willing to give him a second chance, especially since they were now on the same side. Sort of...

Harry looked up and saw that Malfoy was looking at him with a strange expression on his face, when he saw Harry looking back at him he smiled shyly and looked away.

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"What've you got now?' enquired Harry, leaning over to look at Malfoys' timetable. He was disappointed to see that they did not have the same class. His disappointment quickly turned to concern when he saw that it was a Slytherin class.

"Will you be okay?"

"Of course, they wouldn't try anything with a teacher around" Draco said trying to sound confident but he still cast a wary glance over at the Slytherin table.

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Harry headed off towards the Divination tower with Ron. As they made their way up Ron turned to glare at Harry.

"Are you really sure about this?" asked Ron.

"Absolutely, he's changed Ron, you've just got to look past everything we used to think he was and you'll see, he's changed" Harry said.

"Well, if you're absolutely certain, then I guess web have another member to our group, hey? It doesn't look like the Slytherins will be very enthusiastic about hanging around him anymore"

"Yeah, I know. I'm a bit worried about him actually, he has Arithmancy with them right now, I hope he'll be alright." Harry sounded concerned.

Ron tried to assure him. "I'm sure he'll be all right; there'll be a teacher there right?"

"That's what he said," Harry said not sounding convinced.

Ron reached up to pull down the trapdoor which led to the Divination classroom. As he did so a strong wave of incense hit the two boys.

"Agh, here we go again" mumbled Ron, screwing up his nose at the overpowering smell which had been emitted from the room.

Upon their entrance Professor Trelawney cast tearful eyes over the pair. It seemed that she was still determined to predict Harry's slow and painful death, despite the fact that all her previous prediction had never become a reality.

Harry and Ron quickly walked over to the farthest table of the room, in an attempt to avoid her prediction. As the classroom filled up with other students an owl flew through the window and landed on Professor Trelawney's desk. It had a note attached to its leg.

The professor took the note and scanned her large eyes over its contents, they filled with tears. She turned towards Harry, "Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office Harry. It seems that a matter of most seriousness has occurred."

Harry immediately began to worry, why would Dumbledore pull him out of class? His thoughts drifted to Draco, what if something had happened to him? Harry broke into a run.

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Upon arriving outside Dumbledore's office Harry ran into Snape who also appeared to be heading there. They glared briefly at each other before Snape muttered the password for them both and together they entered.

"Ah, Severus, Harry, do come in." Dumbledore greeted them.

"What has happened to my godson? And why is Potter here?" Snape demanded.

Harry felt a deep wave of worry overcome him.

"It seems that your Slytherins, Severus have turned against Draco and decided to punish him for his father's actions. He is currently in the Hospital Wing, he is resting. As for Harry, it seems that he and Draco have put their differences aside, for which I am extremely grateful. I thought it would be nice for Draco to have a visitor while he recovers." Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "You may go now if you wish."

"Thankyou, Professor." Harry said, before turning and walking towards the Hospital Wing. Poor Draco, Harry didn't know what he would do if his House turned against him. What would Draco do now? He couldn't go to class with those Slytherins anymore.

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Upon entering the Hospital Wing he was confronted with a very sick looking Draco Malfoy. His skin had turned a nasty purple and his lip was split.

Malfoy turned slightly towards Harry as he heard him enter, "Hello".

"Hi, are you okay?" Harry kicked himself, of course Draco wasn't okay, he had just been bashed by his own housemates.

"I'd really rater not talk about it" Draco mumbled.

"Ah, right, 'spose not. Well since I'm here do you want to play a game of Wizards Chess?" Harry asked.

"Sure, it'll keep my mind of the bruises" Malfoy said, looking grateful for a distraction.

Harry set up the board, while sneaking looks at Draco. Maybe he can be transferred to Gryffindor classes, Harry thought. I'll have to talk to Dumbledore about that later. With that Harry and Draco began a rather unequally balanced game in the way of level of skill, Draco won easily.

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