It's finally Done!!!!!

Thank you to:

Anniacuru: my beta and friend still love ya! *sends Draco over to help with your 'homework' * *snigger*

Jessica Collett: Yay, hope you enjoy, *sends Draco over with nutella*

Sirian-Princess87: Thank you so much, your review really made me feel so much better. I'm glad you love this fic as much as I do, and hope you still will after all the twists coming up! *gags herself, before she gives it away.* *Sends Harry and Draco to *cough* perform *cough* *

SilkenRaven: glad you love Draco, there's a lot more where that came from. *Sends Draco over with Chocolate spread and cookies*

Mandie/snuffles: I'm glad that you go from loving this story to liking it. I hope I make you return to loving it after the next few chapters.

Draco: I have a complaint!

Me: oh really?

Draco: yes! Why am I shipped off to everyone's homes with sticky substances?

Me: because everyone loves you.

Draco: I know that. Aren't I good enough without the honey?

Me: I give up. On with the story!

To all others who are reading, enjoy!

Key:

An/prophesy

Draco thought

Harry thought

Stressed

Normal.

Chapter 6

Harry was bored. The novelty of his confession had worn off on Hermione, and she had gone back to her frantic studies. Ron indulged in chess with Dean in most of their free-time. Seamus and Neville held secret meetings away from everyone else. These had started because Neville had a crush on Ginny, but was too shy to do anything about it. Seamus, being the sweet, helpful little flirt he was, was giving him private "Wooing lessons". It was coming on nicely, but Neville still had a way to go.

Harry decided to go out and fly. He got out his broom and slipped out of the tower unnoticed.

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Draco was annoyed, the girl he had played the night before was irritating him; she just couldn't understand that he didn't like her. She had got into a girl-fight with Pansy, and Pansy was recovering with Madame Pomprey. The fact that she had actually beaten Pansy… that worried Draco enough to order constant bodyguard duty from Crabbe and Goyle. No one but a kamikaze would attack me with these idiots around… that is, unless your name is Potter.

He went out of the dungeons trying to clear his head. He walked onto the grounds trying not to think of Potter when he looked up. Speak of the Devil…

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Harry was just coming down, feeling very refreshed, when he spotted a head of light blonde hair. Fearing the worst, (that it would be the one he was thinking about) he decided to fly away. Just as he turned around, the boy looked up and spotted him. Damn. Harry descended.

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"I don't see why you bother practising, it's not like you need to," said Draco bitterly.

Harry looked surprised at the comment, "I didn't come here to practise, I came to clear my head. It's so much easier up there" he pointed up.

Draco sneered, "I always knew you were an airhead!"

"Don't make me break out the blonde jokes, Malfoy!"

"They don't apply to me, so go ahead."

Harry couldn't think of a suitable retort for this, so he glowered at Draco, "Shut up."

"Oh, Harry! Are you always this articulate? You're such a charmer!!!" Draco batted his eyelids, "Why hadn't I seen this before? Oh wait, it's because you're nothing of the sort."

"And you are?"  Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"I don't have to have charm; my looks do it all for me."

"And that's supposed to mean?"

"Girls love me. It's as simple as that."

"Are these real girls, or your imaginary friends?"

"You're one to talk about voices in your head!" Draco made a single cough, which sounded a hell of a lot like "Voldemort!"

Harry heard and was surprised by Draco's openness.  Actually, he is the only person I can always expect to be open with me. He always is.

"So you don't bother with 'you-know-who' then"

"Why should I? It is pathetic. My father is his slave, and I have no intention of becoming so. Voldemort does not want slaves who are powerful enough to usurp him."

"I think that is a slight exaggeration. And besides, if you usurp him, what about his faithful Slytherins?"

"Faithful Slytherins?" Draco made a soft tinkling laugh. "You forget, Mr Potter that Slytherins are only in for themselves, they will fawn over those in power. In for a galleon, out for a sickle, so to speak. There is a lot you still don't know about me, Potter, if needs be, I am as powerful as you, if not more so."

"If you say so Malfoy." Harry replied with a tone you would use to a five year old telling you that the sun was made of cheese.

"Do not underestimate me. But I did not come to argue" for a first.  Then what did you come for? "Goodbye, Potter."

"Wait, why were you here in the first place?"

Draco replied, like it was obvious, "I came to clear my thoughts, like you."

"That can't have taken long"

"I didn't manage it. So I'm going to do the next best thing."

"And what's that?"

"Why, have sex, of course!" At Harry's look he rephrased that slightly, "I am going to go find a girl who is not on the side of that bloody Sarah or something, and I am going to fuck her. Now, good bye."

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