Title: Nella Fantasia

Author: Gia

E-Mail: divinechil18[at]hotmail[dot]com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Time: 5th Year

Summary: During the first day of Potions Class, Draco refuses to take a Blinding Potion, insisting that Harry do it instead. For reasons of his own, Snape will not allow this and even threatens to take away house points. So, in retaliation, Draco improvised. He drank the potion but did not swallow. Instead, he kissed Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: Did you all like my chapter before? XD I had fun doing that one. I hope you enjoy this one as well!

Guide to the story -

DAYS: The duration of Harry's blindness will be 44 days. Not every single day will be written out, instead, it may skip a week or a couple of days. All in consecutive order!

Day 10

Draco found himself waking up with a smile. It wasn't induced by rabid monkey sex that night before. No.. it was because he beat Jun in a duel. And it felt good. Something along the lines of cackling madly seemed perfect for the moment, but Draco held back. He had plenty of time to do that in Jun's face. Hah! He was actually looking forward to see Jun. It'd be a bonus if Harry happened to be there while he gloated…

Draco's grin grew wider. He slid off his bed, lazily twirling his wand in his hand as he contemplated the other room that held Harry's bed. His charm on the toilet to keep it moving was entertaining, but for Harry to fully appreciate Draco's awesome feat --which of course was kicking Jun's arse in a duel-- he'd have to keep Harry in a relatively happy mood.

Then when Harry was in awe at Draco's magical prowess, the golden boy of Hogwarts might chose that time to laud quite loudly, how amazing he was. To an outsider viewing this, you just might see Draco's ego growing.

"Finite incantatem." he murmured quietly, directing the spell towards the bathroom. Feeling like he'd done the good deed of the day, which he did in a sense because that was all he'd be doing for the welfare of others, Draco proceeded to leisurely prepare for breakfast. He'd have to look positively dashing when he rubbed into Jun's face.

Draco decided that it was okay to cackle madly this time.

Harry yawned into his hand, calmly sitting on the couch and waiting for Draco to come out. Even though he had splashed cold water into his face, he couldn't rouse himself up. His sleeping hours had been occupied by a certain Slytherin who had acted… odd around him.

He found himself blushing as he recalled the arms that encircled him and the voice in his ear. He'd never been surrounded like that from behind, not with the intent Draco obviously had. It hit him like a solid mass of warmth.

--"..to keep you company.."--

Shuddering from the unexpected feelings the recalling brought, Harry once again tried putting his mind away from that incident. He almost wished he'd miss the toilet and walked into the wall; at least that would've woken him up properly and perhaps give him a concussion so he could forget about it.

The sudden presence of a hand atop his head snapped Harry out of his musings. He luckily kept himself from making an undignified squeak, but it was a close call. 'I should've been paying more attention..'

"Ready to go Harry?" Draco asked congenially.

Harry blinked and if he weren't blind, Draco probably would've seen confusion flit through Harry's green eyes.

"Sure." Harry replied hesitantly, wondering if Draco remembered what happened. He felt Draco clasp his wrist lightly and silently the two headed out of their room and towards the Great Hall. The silence was somehow unusual today, and Harry sought to bring about a comfortable conversation that kept his senses from zeroing in on Draco's hand on him.

"Draco, last night…" Harry bit his lip. "--How'd your duel with Jun go?"

Harry couldn't see Draco's smile widen and mistook the silence. "Oh. It doesn't--"

Draco squeezed Harry's wrist gently, an action meant to silence him. "The duel was marvelous, if I do say so myself."

Harry's interest was immediately piqued. He quirked an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then can I assume that--"

"--I won?" Draco completed for him. It became sorely obvious that he was enjoying this.

Harry found himself almost smiling happily for Draco. "Congratulations." he said softly.

There was a whoosh of air before Harry could literally feel Draco's face right in front of him. "Is that all you can say, Harry?"

"Er…" Harry fumbled. He was unconsciously trying to bring his face back from Draco's close proximity but found that he couldn't move.

"I think I deserve more than just a congratulation, don't you think?"

"I--uh.. I don't know what you mean." Harry said in a rush, his blush betraying that he may have an idea of what Draco was implying.

"Then perhaps," the slight breath ghosted over his face, "I can show you."

"I--nnhh!"

Harry found his mouth covered-- by a hand. For a moment, Harry forgot to breath, inhaling swiftly and keeping still.

"Save your praises until we get into the Great Hall, hm?"

Harry frowned, indignantly pushing Draco's hand away and stalking towards the Great Hall. He kept his expression perfectly schooled when he felt Draco tugging him in the other direction.

"I don't think they're serving breakfast in the corner, Harry."

"…"

Draco's amused chuckles were washed away as the doors opened and the regular student chatter filled their ears.

First class started in Herbology with Gryffindors. Much to Harry's delight and Draco's distaste.

"I'll finally get to speak to the others." Harry said to himself, unaware that Draco overheard him.

"Do try to keep out of trouble with the weasel and mud--"

Harry elbowed him roughly in the side so he couldn't complete his insult. "Don't say anything." Harry said simply.

Draco kept his retort from coming out when he noticed Harry's nervousness. 'He's really spooked around them…' Draco shook his head and guided Harry to a seat. They sat down at their table and Draco proceeded to ignore the Gryffindors who were sitting on Harry's other side.

"Psst! Harry!"

Harry turned his head to the sound, ducking his head unconsciously so as to remain inconspicuous. "Seamus?" Harry asked hesitantly, recalling the familiar accent.

"Got it in one, Harry." Seamus replied good-naturedly. "How you holding up with the Slytherins?"

"It's really fine." Harry inwardly frowned when he realized that he found nothing he could talk about. The silence stretched for a minute, but it seemed longer.

Harry made a small noise of impatience when he couldn't think of a suitable topic. "How's Ron and Hermione?" he threw out quickly, hoping Seamus wouldn't misunderstand Harry's lengthy pause.

Seamus did notice, in fact, but he understood that Harry just wasn't used to speaking to any of the Gryffindors. 'Not lately really…'

He also didn't know how to explain to Harry that the two were acting odd ever since Harry's accident in Potions. The boys closest to Ron were quick to notice his sudden aloofness around them and his sarcastic remarks to anyone who was speaking to him. Should he even begin to tell Harry that Hermione intimidated most of the girls with more than just her wit? That one first year claimed that Hermione threatened to hex her?

"You see, Harry--"

Both boys' conversations were cut off when Professor Sprout began the lesson. Harry quickly took out his charmed quill and parchment to record what the Professor was saying as he got his gloves ready. 'We're definitely going to need them..' Harry thought worryingly.

"Today's class will have to take place in Greenhouse 5--"

Excited chatter burst from the students but at Professor Sprout's reproving glare, they quieted down.

"As you seem particularly excitable today, I will brief you in here on what we are going to encounter. A flitterbloom. Can anyone tell me what this plant is?"

Harry expected to hear Hermione's voice recite the definition of a 'flitterbloom' but was surprised to hear no explanation forthcoming. Professor Sprout called upon Seamus, causing Harry to smile. Seamus was always… a bit much with his answers. Everything always came with a story for Seamus.

"O' course, Professor! Peter, me uncle, had one when he was kid. Used to scare me mum--"

"Seamus--" Professor Sprout sighed, amusement laced with exasperation, but Seamus continued on unhindered.

"--the neighbors, muggles some of them, thought we murdered their dog when it's vines--"

"Seamus, really--"

"--then again, I never saw the dog again. Me uncle denied everythin' when--"

"Enough!" Professor Sprout said firmly.

Scattered laughter rang around the room but faded away quickly. Harry could imagine Seamus shrugging innocently, and hid a smile behind his hand.

"Sorry, Professor! Wanted to know what a flitterbloom was, right?"

"Sometime today, Mr. Finnegan, as we are wasting class time." Her smile was friendly to show that she wasn't upset.

"Right. Sorry bout' that." Seamus paused. "A flitterbloom looks just like a Devil's Snare, its own type of defense. The only difference between the two is that the flitterbloom is non-violent."

Professor Sprout nodded approvingly at Seamus' short answer. "Exactly. There is no need to feel alarmed if you see its vines stretching out. I wouldn't suggest playing with their vines, however, but you are in no danger of getting strangled."

She walked to the back of the greenhouse, motioning the students to follow her as she led them to the larger greenhouse, labeled a plain five. Both Draco and Harry lagged behind the students, and Harry felt apologetic towards Draco who probably didn't have the best view of the plant. It was no loss to Harry, who had already encountered the Devil's Snare in his first year. 'I'm in no rush to see a carbon copy of that plant…'

Draco kept a firm grasp on Harry's wrist, and pushed aside many a student to get through the swarm. He had no qualms in pushing the Gryffindors away, while the Slytherins merely parted around for Draco to pass. Harry didn't need to have his sight to hear the mumbled protests from his fellow Gryffindors. 'Honestly, Draco..'

Draco took in the large mass of soft, springy tendrils and vines and promptly rolled his eyes.

At the mention of looking alike to a 'Devil's Snare', Draco assumed it would look ferocious. Slimy, even. It just looked like an overgrown spider plant, with particularly dark green leaves.

'You'd think with a name like Devil's Snare, it'd fit the part.' Draco glanced once more at the plant, feeling disappointment. 'Then again, with a name like flitterbloom… what would you expect? '

They spent half an hour inside the fifth greenhouse, Professor Sprout pointing out its magical attributes, before they were herded back into the previous one. Draco only listened with on ear, already bored of the lesson. He watched Harry, and noticed with some satisfaction, that Harry didn't seem too interested in the lesson either. 'Can't even see the plant anyway..'

"--parchment on the difference in magical properties. Include references to potential potion ingredients. Class dismissed."

Draco shouldered his bag, waiting for Harry to do the same and pulled him towards their next class. The two became aware of muffled footsteps heading their direction and Draco turned around. He scowled for a brief second when he caught sight of Jun. He had forgotten about telling everyone at breakfast that he won the duel. His brief interaction with Harry had pushed anymore thoughts of Jun out of his mind, but seeing him now..

"Jun. Didn't come up to us during Herbology." he pointed out gruffly. "Scared of seeing me after your loss?"

Jun turned his head away from Draco's sneering face, brushing aside Draco's obvious dislike for him. "I was with the Gryffindors. Headmaster Dumbledore encouraged me to make friends with other houses, along with Slytherin."

Draco scoffed openly.

Harry saw this as a chance to speak to Jun. "I'm glad you're making friends, Jun."

Jun flashed a smile to Harry's blind eyes. "Thanks."

Draco narrowed his eyes, pulling Harry forcibly around so that Draco stood in the middle. Harry couldn't do much at the time as he was trying to keep from tripping. When he finally found himself on Draco's other side and away from Jun, Harry reacted.

"Malfoy!" he snapped, reverting to Draco's last name. "What's your problem!!?"

Draco chose to ignore Harry for the moment; instead he regarded Jun. "I assume you're accompanying us to Transfiguration."

"Yes." To Draco's annoyance, Jun flashed him a smile as well.

Yet again, Harry found himself being manhandled across the grounds and inside Hogwarts. Transfiguration was a trying subject, but Harry found it an adequate source for distraction. Harry couldn't explain it in words, but he was unconsciously aware of the fact that Draco had always subtlety kept him from speaking to Jun. Now, all of a sudden he wasn't averse to displaying his need to keep him from speaking to Jun.

'What if I want to speak to him? Won't let anyone speak to Jun, I swear! And he's already angry that Jun's hanging around other people!' Harry thought angrily.

Harry quieted down once they were seated in Professor McGonagoll's class. He performed in auto-pilot, the routine of putting out the charmed parchment and quill to copy down the Transfiguration Professor's words. 'Today's class is going to be a hard one.' Harry thought, focusing on the professor's words.

"Abeire cubile is a moderately complex curse that transfigures an object into a bed. This is so, mainly due to the fact that you are changing an object to a considerable size."

Harry became aware of whisperings around him, and he wondered at the sudden interest of all the students around him. Professor McGonagoll made no move to silence to growing whispering, so Harry assumed that it was nothing about the lesson.

"This spell is convenient for all--"

Harry started when he heard a definite giggle, from somewhere across the room. He frowned in that direction, 'They're going to lose points… wait.. Isn't that a good thing? Slytherin losing points… merlin, I'm going mental..'

"--simply because if a witch or a wizard finds themselves in need of proper sleeping arrangements--"

Harry found his irritation giving way to curiosity when he most definitely became aware of Draco chuckling under his breath. Harry never felt so out of the loop until now. 'What is so funny!!?'

"--they can transfigure an object to suit their needs. It has shown to be quite useful to many a stranded witch or wizard that have lost their way in a magical forest, or locations that are otherwise closed off from magical transportation.--"

Professor McGonagoll gave a pause, and sighed tiredly when she noticed a hand raise. She could no longer pretend she didn't hear the giggling in her class, and actually dreaded questions from the students. No doubt the questions would be of a more… cruder kind.

"Yes, Mr. Lynch?"

A momentary hush swept over the students.

"Excuse me, Professor, I didn't want to interrupt your stimulating lecture."

There were hushed, scattered laughing around the room, but it was gone before she could call anyone out. By this time, Harry was absolutely positive that he was missing something. People were obviously finding something funny with the lecture, but what could it be? 'I wish I could see right about now…'

"Go on, Mr. Lynch." she prompted, more amused than annoyed.

"I think I speak for all of us, when I say that we are exceptionally eager to learn this spell."

"Indeed."

"Truly." the boy, Adrian Lynch, all but crooned.

Professor McGonagoll raised an eyebrow. "Well, I am pleased that my students are remarkably attentive today. Although I must point out, this may be a trying task unless… well, unless you've had practice." She ended bluntly.

This definitely caused an uproar with the boys of Slytherin, while several girls were harshly scolding their boisterous attitudes.

Harry felt like screaming 'what the hell is everyone going on about!!?' but found himself reluctant to do so. Something on his face must've showed his predicament because he could feel Draco lean over towards him.

"Confused Potter?" he teased quietly.

Harry would've come up with an angry retort, but quite frankly, he didn't know what all the fuss was with the newest spell. And he told Draco so.

"You what?"

Harry made a noise of frustration. "You heard me. What's the big deal?"

Pause. "Potter, you can't be serious."

Harry frowned. "I'm serious, Draco. What's the big deal?"

"Hell-- you're serious, aren't you?"

"I think I've already said I was, Malfoy." he pointed out crossly.

"Hm."

That one sound carried something suggestive to Harry's ears, and something was telling him that he no longer wanted to find out. Luckily, Draco didn't seem forthcoming with the answer so Harry was free to reason it out in his head.

'Right. Firstly, it's a spell to make a bed. What's so great about that?' Harry inclined his head, remembering the giggling. 'Okay… it's funny because.. It's a bed?'

--"This spell is convenient for all--"

'Everyone sort of laughed at that. Well, it is convenient but I don't see how that's funny…'

"--simply because if a witch or a wizard finds themselves in need of proper sleeping arrangements--"

'Again, no connection. It's convenient, that's for sure. If I ever need it I can… wait…'

--"Excuse me, Professor, I didn't want to interrupt your stimulating lecture."--

'Since when did any Slytherin, or anyone for that matter say that?'

--"I think I speak for all of us, when I say that we are exceptionally eager to learn this spell."--

'I admit transfiguring something into a bed when you needed it was nice and all… hold on!'

--"..Although I must point out, this may be a trying task unless… well, unless you've had practice."--

Draco watched amusedly as different expressions flitted across Harry's face, melting into new ones but still remaining vivid. Draco fancied that he could almost watch Harry reasoning it out in his head. He quirked a curved eyebrow when he noticed Harry's face pale and the boy visibly slid down an inch or two in his seat. Draco caught a whispered 'Oh..!' and found himself beating back a laugh.

Harry was blushing until the end of class.

Drip.

Drip..

Drip…!

The slight drip of water echoed in her already pounding head. The pain traveled across her head, beginning from her ringing ears. Still, she was glad for the painful sound since it was the main thing keeping her awake. Hermione pushed herself up against the wall, blinking her eyes rapidly to get used to the darkness. While getting accustomed to the lighting, or lack thereof, she felt around for a certain red-haired boy.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she came in contact to a limp hand. She ignored the obvious filth of the floor and crawled slowly towards Ron. Wiping her hands on her school robes, she finally made out Ron's prone form.

"R..Ron?" she rubbed her throat soothingly, "Ron! Wake up!"

The Gryffindor boy groaned and blearily opened his eyes. "'Mione? What's--" Ron coughed, and with help from her, got up into a sitting position.

Ron scowled. "Where are they?" he hissed.

Hermione blinked, surprised that Ron remembered anything at all. "I don't know. Class maybe."

She paused, surveying their surroundings. "I think we're in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom but everything's dark… must be some type of charm, I don't kno-- Ron! Where are you going!!?"

Ron had heaved himself up, swaying slightly but managing to right himself. He walked forward into the darkness, and cried out when he ran into a wall. The contact he made in said wall sent a ripple effect around what soon became apparent to be an invisible dome. It shined a blinding blue before fading back into the darkness.

"Bloody--"

"--Ron!"

"Sorry." Ron spoke sheepishly, stepping back from the wall. "I don't think we'll be getting out without our wands."

"And it's probably soundproof as well." Hermione said despondently, walking towards Ron and hesitantly reaching out a hand.

Her slight touch created a light blue glow around them, before it too faded back into the darkness. "Only those coming in can get through."

"And when they'll do.." Ron muttered angrily.

"Ron, what exactly do you think you'll do? They've got our wands, and are posing as us. This might explain this bald spot I feel.." Hermione grumbled, feeling the back of her head.

"We could surprise them." Ron supplied.

"We could," Hermione agreed, "but we can't just hit them over the heads. Not to mention we have to grab our wands, and bind them so we can find out how to remove this dome. I hardly think your average finite incantatem will remove this."

"Then we'll do it." Ron replied firmly.

Hermione sighed. "Ron, it's easier said than done. I don't even know when they'll come back."

"The potion doesn't last very long," Ron pointed out, "they'll be coming back everyday."

"No, I doubt that." Hermione grimaced.

Ron narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"Well, judging by the sizable amounts of missing hair from both our heads, I think they have a hefty supply. Merlin knows how they're keeping us alive since I don't remember eating." She sat down on the ground, morosely staring at the ground.

"Probably forced us to eat and obliviated us."

"Or.." Hermione's voiced turned furious, "Ron they're deatheaters, they probably used the Imperius curse on us--"

"What!!?"

"I'm only glad they didn't use us to do anything…"

Ron's expression darkened. "How can we know for sure? We could've done anything, we can't fight the curse off like Harry."

Hermione shot up. "Harry! They're going to hurt him! He'll think it's us, and he'll be so trusting. And after that fiasco in Potions--"

"Malfoy!" Ron spat. "He probably planned this all along. Get Harry blind. Help the deatheaters into the school and look like us--" Ron couldn't continue because he was too angry to say much.

"I don't know how Malfoy thinks, but he's the least of our problems. The only thing we can do for ourselves is try that plan you thought of."

Ron actually found himself flushing. "Really?"

Ignoring the circumstances for the moment, Hermione could almost find their situation as mildly pleasant. Not to mention Ron's reaction as endearing. "Really." she said simply. "They won't know what hit them when they do decide to grace us with their presence."

Ron grinned.

Dinner proved to be an interesting affair, at least for Harry. He had finally gotten over the fact that Draco only acknowledged him when they were alone.

'But then he goes around and proves me wrong.' Harry thought to himself, torn between feeling confused and amused.

"As I was saying," Draco spoke clearly to all the rapt Slytherins who were listening to his rendition of the duel between Jun, "he makes two copies of himself. Naturally, to compensate for the fact hat I'm worth two of him."

Harry swallowed some food to hide his smile, wondering how Draco could handle such a humongous ego without bruising himself in the process. 'Should mention that to him..' Harry thought slyly.

Draco chanced a glance in Harry's direction, trying to gauge the boy's reaction to his story. Draco continued, "The fool actually fell for the same trick his father did in DADA. It was child's play, honestly."

Harry frowned. 'I hope Jun's not listening to this, wherever he is. I'm not even sure it all happened like Draco said it did.'

"It was over far too quickly, but I had better things to do." Draco remarked carelessly.

"That's amazing, Draco!"

"We knew he'd be no match to your skills!"

'Oh please…' Harry thought tiredly, 'any more of this and I just may vomit.'

Luckily, Draco decided to call it a day and helped Harry up. All the Slytherins bid Draco a farewell, completely ignoring Harry's presence, and the two swept out of the Great Hall. The silence of the corridors contrasted greatly with the noise of the Great Hall. They walked towards the rooms, both silent in each other's company.

"Poises."

The portrait swung open, Draco climbing in first to help Harry over the threshold but then Harry was surprised to feel a hand tapping his shoulder.

"May I speak to you before you go back to your room, Harry?"

Harry let go of Draco's hand, turning around towards Jun's voice. "Sure."

Draco leered. "No more polite greetings Jun? Afraid to meet me in the eye, Jun?"

Jun looked up to prove Draco wrong and didn't comment. Draco didn't give up though, "Can't admit you suck at dueling?" he called out.

Harry bristled, not wanting to subject Jun to the blonde's ridicule but Jun placed a steadying hand on his back. Harry backed off from the opening to stand beside Jun and was ready to speak in Jun's defense but Jun beat him to it.

"Draco, your dueling was admirable. I underestimated you as my opponent. I will not do so again." His deadpanned tone didn't provoke anymore insults.

Harry took the silence as a chance to leave, and touched Jun's hand to let him know. The motion did not go unnoticed to Draco, whose eyes turned to slits. He would've called out to stop them from leaving, but...'Don't want to seem jealous, now do I?'

He swung the portrait shut, slamming it louder than intended but it was a small consolation for his resentment.

Harry kept a steady hand on the edge of the portrait as he faced Jun. "What did you want?"

Harry could sense Jun squirming and wondered what was going on. "This is awkward for me to say." Jun began.

Harry smiled at his unease, shaking his head gently. "Go on, Jun. I won't laugh or anything."

"In Transfiguration class today…"

Harry unexpectedly colored at the mention of the class, remembering all too clearly the lesson. "Er.. Yeah. What about it?"

"I--uh.. I don't really get it."

"You don't get it.." Harry repeated faintly. "Oh! Oh!" Harry laughed, and covered his mouth when he realized that Jun might misunderstand his laughter.

"No, I'm not laughing. I didn't get it at first either." he hastened to explain.

"You didn't?"

"No, not at first. I had to ask Draco of all people." Harry gave a light shrug.

"Really?" Jun's voice seemed more relaxed. "I thought I was the only one. I mean, I thought you would be able to perform the spell before anyone else, that's why I'm here."

"..Eh?" 'What's that supposed to mean!?!'

Jun continued, ignorant to Harry's incredulous expression. "I mean, it took awhile for me to get what Professor McGonagoll meant when she said you needed practice, but then again, of course you would need practice."

"Right…" Harry said slowly, wondering where this was going.

"But really, I'm asking if you could… well.. Help me with the practice part."

"--WHAT?!"

Jun stepped back in surprise at Harry's reaction. "If it's no trouble." he said weakly at the end.

'I can't believe it! Is he… propositioning? Gah! What do I say? What do I say!!?'

"Er..Jun.." Harry began awkwardly. "I'm not sure you're…" Harry coughed. "ready."

Harry stifled a yell when Jun grasped his shoulders. "No, Harry. I am ready. I promise to work really hard with you. I follow instructions pretty well."

'..I-instructions!? GAH!'

"I'm sure you do." Harry agreed feebly. "But I don't think I'm the right person to do this…"

"Of course you're the right person! I couldn't bother Professor McGonagoll's time, and I don't think asking my father was the best thing either."

'W-WHAAT?! MCGONAGOLL!!? His--FATHER?!'

Jun blinked, taking in Harry's face. Harry's color was deepening into a blush so bright that it threatened to become permanent. "You're too modest, Harry." Jun said after awhile, mistaking Harry's silence. "I'm sure you're experienced, and I don't need to doubt your power."

"..!"

Jun raised an eyebrow. "Did you just… squeak, Harry?"

'I have to tell him! What's he thinking anyway? Experienced!?!' Harry sighed. "Look, Jun. I'm not experienced."

"But--"

Harry raised a hand to stall his protests. "Jun." Harry took a deep breath.

"I'm a virgin."

"Oh… wait, WHAT!!?"

Harry plodded on, like Jun, unaware of the boy's expression. "I don't think you realize that I'm not for a casual shag--"

"Wait, Harry! What are you talking about?"

Harry paused. "So you're not propositioning to me?"

Jun's eyebrows rose. "I don't think we're talking about the same thing." he flatly.

Harry winced. "I think you're right."

Silence.

"So you're not…?"

"No!" came Jun's immediate reply.

"So this isn't…?"

"No!"

"Then what are you talking about?" Harry ended exasperatedly.

"Help on casting the spell."

"Oh."

"Yes."

More Silence.

"..sure." Harry briefly wondered if Jun was blushing as much as he was.

"Okay."

Harry scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. "I guess I'll just go back in now."

Jun willed his blush away and mumbled an agreement. "I'll be going as well. I still need to uh… speak with my father."

"Right, okay. Thanks."

Harry didn't wait to hear Jun's footsteps fade away before hurriedly said the password and climbed in. He leaned against the back of portrait, breathing harshly. Judging by the heat he felt from his face, he was blushing like mad.

"You look like you had fun." Draco's voice rang out.

Harry jumped at the sound, having expected Draco to go to his room. He calmed his beating heart, and pushed off the wall. He easily counted the steps in his head as he headed towards the bathroom. "It was an interesting conversation." Harry replied flippantly, not bothering to turn around.

"Tch. Right, interesting."

Harry swung around. "What is with you? You and Jun are always at it. I don't get it."

"No surprise there." Draco drawled, his anger snapping in retaliation. "I owe you no explanation."

Harry threw his hands up. "You know, this isn't right. This isn't even wrong. Forget I asked." And with that, he strode into the bathroom.

Draco glared at the door before sitting on the couch. He was in no mood to go to sleep just yet. What was he supposed to say? He didn't like Jun because he was always touchy-feely with Harry? That he felt like castrating the Korean boy when Harry came in looking thoroughly snogged?

Harry came out fifteen minutes later, robes switched to pajamas. Draco watched the boy silently from the couch, still unused to feeling Harry's gaze on him but not really seeing him. He watched as Harry just stood there, standing in front of the doorway to the bathroom and staring in the direction of the couch.

"Draco?"

Draco actually blinked in surprise, wondering why Harry was calling out. 'No, he's just checking if I'm still here..' he thought sourly.

Harry sighed, and instead of heading towards his bedroom like Draco had anticipated, he made a beeline towards the couch.

'He must've memorized the number of steps quickly!' Was the only thought he managed before he found himself with a lap full of Harry.

"GAH!"

Harry screamed in shock, falling onto the carpeted floor when he tried scrambling off of Draco's lap.

"MALFOY?!"

Draco's previous anger disappeared like a candle blown out. He smirked, draping his arms on the back of the couch so he could regard Harry's crumpled position on the ground.

Harry grumbled around his mouthful of carpet, and pushed himself up. "What are you doing there Draco?"

"I do believe I'm having a relaxing sit down. I'd ask if you cared to join me, but I think it's painfully evident that you'd love to sit down."

Harry glared, not ready to leave because it may seem like he was a coward. "Get off your high horse, Draco." he muttered, sitting down on the couch, at the far end of it really.

"My, Harry. That's the second time you've said that. Why not try something new and original, perhaps?"

"You mean like your over-use of aristocratic diction." Harry drawled in the same tone Draco used.

"I wasn't aware that you saw me as aristocratic, Harry." Draco replied neatly, ignoring the 'over-use' comment.

"Don't be so humble, you're not that great." Harry retorted.

"Fine words, Harry." Draco commented, already enjoying their banter. "I only wonder where you stole them."

"You can't imagine anyone with a matching wit, can you?"

"Nonsense. My abilities in, what did you call it?.. Ah, yes, diction. Well, it can be said that all my relatives had a biting wit. And vocabulary to support it."

Harry rolled his eyes, feeling the beginnings of a 'my family is better than yours' attitude coming. 'I'll show him biting wit.' Harry stood up in one fluid motion, and headed towards his door. Just before walking in, Harry turned around.

"Draco, you pride yourself on an ability in which any ignorant barbarian is your equal and any jackass immeasurably your superior."

Harry grinned widely, hearing Draco angrily sputter. "And I forgot to ask earlier today, but aren't you bruised from handling the sheer weight of your ego?"

Harry didn't wait for a reply and closed the door.

A/N: What do you think of the chapter so far? XD I had fun with this one. Immense fun, really. And I feel better, only a headache. The day's looking up! XD

I find hilarious that Harry will be painfully oblivious and at some times, painfully aware. Draco's certainly not liking Jun better, is he? .. I can no longer picture them as friends. Which is completely odd since I'm making this all up, so I should be able to see this from all angles. Hah. They had a lover's spat, didn't they? XD Nothing a few groping moments can cure..hehe..

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