((Author's note: Hey, I hope you all are liking the story so far! I made some changes in the plot, so the story might sound a little bit.... odd for awhile. I'm also sorry for any mistakes, but I'm writing this while having the flu, so it's difficult... Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the next chapter!))

Chapter Five: Just Stuff

Harry and Draco stood outside on the old shop stairs, glaring at one another. Hatred filled both boys as they looked at each other.

"Where is my stuff, Potter?" Malfoy asked with a growl.

"It's safe for now." Harry replied coolly.

Harry turned around and stepped back into the shop, closing the door behind him. He didn't feel like fighting with Malfoy again although it would be only moments before Draco followed him in. Harry grabbed the bags and sat in a chair.

Just as Harry had predicted, Draco stormed into the shop. He spotted Harry with his bags and walked over to him.

"I'm going to give you to the count of three to give me my bags…"

"Now, now Draco, there's no need to get all fussy about it. Here are the bags. I didn't take anything from them." Harry interrupted him as he handed Malfoy the two bags with one hand, and with the other he slipped the letter from the one bag into his cloak pocket.

"Are you trying to play with me, Potter?" Malfoy asked suspiciously as he snatched his property from Harry.

"No. I just didn't find any interest in them. Looks like you're clean for now." Harry shrugged as he stood up and started looking around the shop.

The two boys stood in the shop in silence. There really wasn't much to say since the bags had been returned. Harry then wondered why Draco didn't leave. He had gotten his bags back and had no other reason to still be here. The presence of Malfoy made him feel many things. The main two feelings were anger and fear. Malfoy had tormented him and his friends for many years and it was all Harry could do to hold back the revenge that he wanted to let out. Then the fear was for himself. There was no telling what Malfoy was capable of.

Harry glanced at Malfoy who was fiddling with an old bottle of healing potion.

"Hey, Malfoy, what's with the stuff in the bags anyway?" Harry asked.

"It's just stuff for something. It really isn't any of your business to know." Malfoy replied not even taking a look at Harry.

"Oh, sorry." Harry said as he leaned against the counter.

Silence enveloped the room once more.

"Potter, do you really know why all of this started? The static between us, I mean…" Malfoy said silently, still fingering the potion.

Harry was surprised by this question. Never had he suspected such a question from Draco Malfoy, his school nemesis.

"Well….I… I'm not really sure how or why it started…" Harry replied after awhile.

"I honestly have to say that it was only natural for us to become enemies. If you look at both of our histories, I think it's pretty clear. You're from a dirty blood family and I'm from a proud, pure-blood, noble family. Also, our personalities are also quite different. Our houses describe us too well. Slytherin and Gryffindor…a Slytherin and a Gryffindor…. we're bound to be enemies…. it's only right." Malfoy said, raising his head in thought.

"I guess so…" Harry said as he looked at Malfoy like he was some sort of crazy man in a straight jacket.

Malfoy noticed this look and laughed.

"Potter, if we're going to spend the rest of the summer as roommates, we might as well take my father's advice and try to get along. It's no use fighting over the whole rest of the holiday," Malfoy said with a smirk, "I think we should call a truce. Not a permanent one, just one that lasts until we board the train in September. What do you say?"

Harry thought about this for a moment. It would be great not to have to worry about fighting with Draco everyday, and it would save him a lot of time. But, the thought of becoming temporary friends with the boy who had tormented him every year was creepy.

Despite that thought, Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"Good. Now, let's shake on it to make it official." Draco said, extending his hand.

Harry leaned forward and slowly shook the pale boy's hand. He then started to feel a little wave of relief sweep through him. No more fighting 'till the beginning of school; it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Smiling, Malfoy made his way to the door, bags in hand.

"I'll see you at the Leaky Cauldron. See you later, Pott…. er I mean Harry." He then opened the door and disappeared behind it.

Sighing, Harry slowly followed him out the door after a few minutes of waiting. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew he wanted to finally get out of that old shop.