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Harry had broken into the Slytherin common room. He just felt this need to see if Draco was all right, after Ron informed him of their fight along the hallway earlier. It was not as though Harry was carrying a torch for Draco, but he keeps hearing this voice telling him whenever Draco ran into trouble. He had overheard the Slytherin password from Pansy Parkinson earlier that day, as he was running round the castle searching for Ron. Despite knowing the adverse consequences of entering the common room, Harry went ahead.

"You disgusting Gryffindor, what are you doing in here?" Millicent Bulstrode snarled at the sight of Potter standing near the entrance of the dungeon. Potter froze, for Millicent could easily trample him to his death.

"I need to see Mal... Draco." Harry stammered. The rest of the occupants in the common room dropped what they were doing and stared at Harry.

"No, you are certainly not allowed in here. Get going lest we throw you out!" Crabbe shouted at Harry. He stood up and moved towards Harry menacingly; flexing his arm and clenching his fist, threatening to give Harry a good beating. Yet Harry was undaunted, he stood where he was and maintained his composure. A few other Slytherin males followed Crabbe's advance on Harry, and all looked tormenting. Seeing Harry's stubbornness and refusal to leave, Crabbe grabbed him by the collar and gave a punch on his nose. The rest of the troop came over and gave Harry punches and kicks in every conceivable place on his body. Harry just could not fight against so many of them. The fight did create a huge commotion in the common room, and Draco was disturbed by all the noise and uproar. He had heard the phrase "digusting Gryffindor", and was mildly amused by the fact that a Gryffindor actually gaining access to the Slytherin dungeon. Draco put down his book and went out to catch the show, or likely, the showdown.

"Potter! What are you doing here? Hey you! Let go of him!" Draco caught sight of the head of messy black hair in the crowd and recognized it as Harry. Upon hearing the voice of the Slytherin Prince, the troop of fighters let go of Potter and Harry fell to the floor. Harry struggled to stand up, supporting himself with one hand and the other hand holding what remained of his spectacles.

"Oh. I came to see if you were all right after that fight with Ron. Now that you're all fine, I guess I better leave." Harry confessed about the purpose of his visit. Draco gave Harry a quizzical look, and folded his arms across his chest. The sight was much of an irony; Harry was considerably badly injured, and yet he's concerned about the well-being of Draco, who happens to be very much well.

"You were concerned about me?" Draco chuckled. "Cut the crap. You needed to know if I was dead, right?" Harry remained silent. He felt hurt as his intentions were misunderstood. He was about to turn and leave when Draco stopped him.

"How do you think I can allow you to go back to your dungeon looking like that? I don't want the Gryffindors to think I extend hospitality as bad as they do. Zabini, I guess you have another casualty to practice on." Draco handed the injured Potter to Zabini, whom after examining Potter, decide to treat him with his personal supply of nullus contagio, an ant-infection potion that stung on Harry's open wounds. In an almost instant, Harry was rid of most wounds and bruises. Zabini also restored Harry's badly broken glasses.

"Thanks." Harry said to Zabini, and was quite amazed by his medical skills. "I think I should leave." Harry stood up and made his way to the exit, when again, Draco stopped him.

"You know Parseltongue, don't you? I need to show you something." Draco hissed to Harry, fearing that any other Slytherins come to know about this. Harry nodded, and followed Draco into his room. The Slytherins in the common room were taken aback, but could do nothing more.

Draco recalls that the first line of the book had befuddled him, and he assumed that it was written in Parseltongue, being written by a Slytherin ancestor. Harry starred hard at the passage, and was equally befuddled. He requested the Slytherin badge from Draco, for he needed to look at a snake in order to understand and speak Parseltongue. Even so, he could not understand the strange language that was written in the book.

"I have no idea what this is written in. I don't think it is Parseltongue." Harry gave up trying to decipher the foreign language.

"I see you are not very smart." Draco snorted. "Do you think that Mudblood would know what it is then?" Draco recalled all-knowing Hermione, and thought she could help him with this.

"She is Hermione, not Mudblood." Harry had to correct Draco on that. "We can try. Now let me copy some of these down..." Harry looked around for parchment when Draco slammed the book shut.

"Just bring the whole darn book to her, for goodness' sakes." Draco picked up the book and shoved Harry out of the room. The two left the Slytherin dungeon together, again, nearly causing a mutiny in the common room. They walked down to the Gryffindor dungeon, and the Fat Lady was surprised at the arrival of Draco Malfoy. Harry gave the password, and the two entered the common room. Fotunately, the common room was empty, except for Ron and Hermione, who were attempting to start Potions homework, but could not stop grinning at each other.

Ron, on noticing Draco's presence, rose and shouted, "What are you doing in here?"

"To seduce your girlfriend. Come here Mudblood, I've got something for you." Draco sat himself on one of the couch and motioned for Hermione to sit on his lap. Harry gave a chuckle, in appreciation of one of Draco's vile jokes. Hermione stood up, looking angry.

"Go seduce Bulstrode if you need to." Hermione replied.

"Hermione, actually we need some help on this passage we found." Harry explained, holding the heavy book up. Somehow, when Draco and Harry were walking to the Gryffindor dungeon, they exchanged the load.

"What do you mean 'we', Potter? It's my book!" Draco hissed. He felt the need to clarify, lest misunderstanding occurs. Harry gave a shrug and handed the book to Hermione. Hermione took a look and laughed.

"It's French. Now, now, all classy and snob Draco Malfoy doesn't know French?" Hermione laughed even louder.

"Fine. Whatever. Just tell me what it says." Draco was embarrassed.

"All right, the first line says, 'you are now holding the book of enlightenment, which is written in French.'" Hermione read out. She was well-versed in French that she could translate it to English and vice versa with no effort at all.

"Are you joking? That sounds stupid!" Draco was disappointed, for the first line of the passage seemed so shallow and paltry.

"Let me go on. Hmm.." A thoughtful look came upon Hermione and suddenly she slammed the book shut and started to blush. She shoved the book back at Draco and gave him a disgusted look.

nullus contagio: Anti-infect potion.