Characters © J.K. Rowling.

Plot © Sami-Lee 2004.

Draco looked at Hermione for a fair few minutes before he opened his mouth. He then sat there for a few minutes more before he actually found his voice.

"Potter's gay?" He finally asked. He looked more surprised than revolted, and without changing his expression, he turned and sat once more on the desk behind him. Hermione stepped forward and stood before him, placing her hands on either side of his face. She nodded slightly and smiled at him.

"He told us last year." She said. "But it's probably pointless, right? I mean, Blaise isn't..."

Draco smiled. "Actually..." He said slowly, his expression showing an inkling of calculation. "I think Harry might be in luck. That's the reason I was so shocked. Blaise came out in our third year, and it was just last week Pansy and I were asking him about when he was going to put his moves on Harry. The only problem is, Blaise would never believe me if I told him Harry was gay, not even if I told him you'd told me... This will take some careful planning, it'll be hard, at first, but damn it'll be fun." He looked back down at Hermione, who winked and then laughed at him.

"In the meantime, what are we going to tell people about us? Should we just tell them we're friends now or something?" Hermione didn't stop smiling, even though Draco had touched on a serious topic.

"I've already sorted that one out. Tomorrow, at breakfast, Harry is going to call a truce with you. And you and Harry will become friends, and I just tag along, see? There'll be no lying, no sneaking around, and no one will get hurt... Well, except for Ron. But Harry seems to be sure that Ron will come around in the end." She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, he accepted the gesture and kissed her back.

"Ok then, so I just have to sit back and see what Harry does then?" He asked, smirking, Hermione giggled and nodded. "Excellent." He said, before shuffling into a more comfortable position on the desk he was sitting on and pulling Hermione closer to him. He looked into her brown eyes for a moment, before closing his own and kissing her deeply. He felt her arms snake around his neck, and she pulled her body closer against his, her small breasts pressed against his chest. She reached up and raked her fingers through his soft hair, still kissing him passionately.

Draco let his hands move down her back until he reached her skirt, then he let his hands explore her soft thighs. She moaned lightly and stopped kissing his mouth, moving onto his neck and chest.

The next morning, Harry ducked out of the common room early and headed up to the owlery. He took the note he'd written out of his pocket and proceeded to look for Hedwig. He found her on one of the top perches; eating something she must have found the previous night while hunting. Once he had coaxed her down, he tied the note around her leg and gave her strict instructions that she must deliver it to the blonde Slytherin, even though she didn't want to. "At breakfast." He emphasised to her. And then he left her with the note and her mouse and headed down to breakfast himself.

He sat down at the table next to Hermione who had already arrived and they both waited for Ron. Harry was going to talk to him after breakfast about becoming friends with Draco, Hermione was going to break up with him. She felt sick on the stomach. She didn't touch her breakfast. Harry smiled and waved at Ron as he entered the hall, looking rather sleepy, and he plonked down on the seat next to him. "How come you didn't wait for me?" He asked Harry.

"I needed to go and see Hedwig, sorry, Ron, I have something fairly important I need to talk to you about after breakfast, meet me at the quidditch pitch, ok?" Ron nodded, confused, and turned to his plate to have some breakfast. Harry looked over his shoulder at the Slytherin table, and noted to himself where Draco was sitting so that he could have a look when the mail came.

Draco sat next to Blaise, who he still needed to have a quick word to about Harry. He knew Blaise liked Harry but he didn't know if he'd believe a word of anything he was going to tell him. He looked over at the Gryffindor table, Hermione had tied her hair in a pony-tail and he noted to himself to tell her later that it looked gorgeous, Harry was talking animatedly to Ron, and Draco knew neither of them had spoken to him yet. He sighed, wondering when Harry was going to make his move. It was at that moment that the post arrived and a cute, snowy owl landed on the table in front of him. She held out her leg and Draco looked at her inquisitively. He took the note off her leg and when she still didn't leave, he handed her some bacon, she hopped up onto his shoulder, nipped his ear, took the bacon and flew back out the window.

Draco snuck a look over at the Gryffindor table before reading the note, Harry was looking in his direction, he nodded discreetly and then unfolded the note.

Draco,

Meet me in the entrance hall before dinner tonight. I'll have Seamus 'accidentally' tip someone off about it and the majority of the school will be there to witness a truce between the Slytherin Prince and Yours Truly.

Harry.

Draco blinked twice, Harry had called him Draco. He read the note once more quickly, and laughed at Harry's sense of humour. He could definitely be friends with him. He sighed, reaching for his juice and drinking what was left n the glass in one go. He replaced the glass and then headed down to the Slytherin common room to get his books for class.

Harry left the hall and headed straight for the quidditch field, they had care of magical creatures first, and Harry had told Hagrid that he, Hermione and Ron wouldn't be present. Hagrid had agreed to let them go, even though he knew everyone would think they were up to something, Harry had told him to tell the class that he was sick, and that Hermione and Ron were with him. He reached the pitch not long after and took a seat in the third row, Hermione joined him not long after, and Ron came down last.

"What's up, Harry?" He asked, sitting down next to him. He ran his fingers through his hair and Hermione remembered why she had started going out with Ron in the first place. She wondered if he'd noticed that she'd been avoiding him lately. She really didn't want to fight about it with him, but she knew he'd be cut.

"Well," Harry sighed. "I can't find a way to sugar coat this, so Ill just say it. I'm calling a truce with Malfoy. I'm just totally sick of being enemies with him." Ron stared at Harry, he didn't say anything for about 45 seconds, until he turned to Hermione and opened his mouth to try and say something, all that came out was a muffled sound.

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. "That's not all Ron, I don't want to upset you or hurt you or fight with you, but I don't think we should go out anymore I was much happier when we were just friends." Ron shut his mouth. He stared at her. Then he started crying. He looked at Harry again before he stood up and left the quidditch pitch.

"Well, that went better than expected, at least." Harry mused. Hermione nodded but didn't smile. She felt horrible, absolutely wench-ful, Harry placed his hand on her shoulder, noticing that she looked about ready to throw herself in front of the Hogwarts Express. "Mione, don't be so hard on yourself, He'll come to, he just needs a little time to think it all over and get over the initial shock." Hermione nodded. Harry was right. But she still felt extremely bad for what had happened between them and Ron.

Meanwhile, in Care of Magical Creatures, Draco and Blaise were paying no particular attention to Hagrid's class. Instead, they were bent over Draco's parchment, scribbling notes to each other.

Harry likes you. Draco had started in his messy scrawl. Straight forward and not really his style, but he had no idea really how to tell Blaise what was happening. He figured it was for the best to simply tell him straight out.

What? Stop the joking, Malfoy. That's just stupid. Blaise scribbled in his own neat handwriting. Malfoy scrunched his nose up.

Why would I lie to you? Hermione told me, Harry asked her, to ask me to help him with getting you two together. Even I'm not stupid enough to make something like that up for no reason. Draco scribbled it quickly; slightly insulted that Blaise actually did think he was lying. He shrugged and wrote again as Blaise sat and stared blankly at the page. Do you want me to talk to him? You've heard about the truce, haven't you? It'll be easy, and no one has to know but the four of us.

This time Blaise took his turn to reply. No, I'll talk to him, but not yet... so what's going to happen tonight? Are you and Harry just going to walk up to each other and shake hands? Draco smiled and tapped Blaise on the back.

Just don't you worry about that, Mr. Zabini. I have everything figured out. Harry's going to act like Mr. Nice, offering me his friendship, and just to keep everyone off the scent, I'm going to play Mr. Malfoy. And throw it right back in his face – to begin with, anyway. Draco finished writing and handed the parchment to Blaise as the lesson ended and they packed their things up, and headedup to the castle.

At lunch Ron sat with Fred and George, this surprised Harry as he thought that Ron would be sitting with them again by lunchtime, even though he'd chosen to sit with Seamus during History of Magic. Unfortunately, that hadn't proven very fun for Ron when Seamus had leaned over to Ernie McMillian in Hufflepuff and whispered "Hey, Ernie, did you hear? Harry and Malfoy are calling a truce tonight!" He had caught Ernie's attention right away, and then proceeded to fill Ernie in with the details of where and when Harry and Draco would be meeting to call their truce.

By lunch though, several people had given Harry strange or calculating looks, but no one had actually come up to him and asked him. Harry had simply continued on as though nothing was happening and everyone around him was going crazy, this simply served to aggravate and confuse everyone even more. Harry and Hermione watched Ron at lunch, unbeknownst to themselves that they were also being watched. Draco sat at the Slytherin table, Blaise by his side, watching Harry and Hermione pull off such an astoundingly believable act of innocence. He smirked slightly, and then returned to eating his lunch.

"Hey, Draco, did you really mean what you were saying in class before? I mean, really, honestly?" Blaise surprised Draco with this question, but Draco smiled and answered it all the same.

"Of course I meant it, like I said, why would I lie? From what Hermione says, he really likes you." Draco smiled as Blaise blushed. He had confessed to Draco that he liked Harry in their third year, Draco remembered it clearly, they'd been mucking around, just experimenting. Draco had been with girls before, but Blaise hadn't. He'd gotten up to go over to his own bed and go to sleep when Blaise had asked him whether he preferred girls or boys. Draco had assured him that he only liked girls that way, and was just mucking around, but Blaise had gone on to tell Draco about how he liked boys, and one boy in particular.

Blaise hadn't ever hated Harry like the rest of Slytherin and had in fact always watched Harry curiously. Draco didn't need to question why Blaise would have fallen for Harry. Even he admitted that Harry was attractive, and he was one of the straightest boys in Hogwarts. He also agreed with Blaise, especially due to recent events, that Harry did have a very interesting personality.

The afternoon passed and soon they'd finished their last lessons, and everyone had flocked to the entrance hall, to see if the rumours were true. They were.

Harry stood at one end of the hall and Draco at the other. Draco had his wand drawn, but Harry simply stood before him, arms folded casually across his chest. Behind them respectively, were Hermione and Blaise. The students suddenly realised that only one of them had called a truce, and the other may not necessarily agree to it. All eyes were on Harry. He stepped forward.

"You got my note then." He kept his face perfectly straight, Draco's grip on his wand tightened. Harry smiled inwardly, praising god that Draco was such a strong character and had caught on and decided to expertly play his part. Hermione gripped Harry's arm in act, as Draco stepped forward. Blaise stepped forward with Draco; he looked at Harry for a moment before looking away. Hermione didn't take her eyes off Draco.

"I got it, but what I don't understand, Potter," He spat the name, much as he had for the majority of their younger years. "Is why you would stoop so low as to trying to get me to call a petty truce. What did you have in mind? To kill me while I was sleeping? Get close to me to try and figure out what Voldemort is up to? Try and gain control over Slytherin? I'd have to say that everything I've just mentioned is pretty pathetic, wouldn't you all agree?" He turned to his fellow Slyhterins, who agreed noisily, cheering as Draco took a few more steps menacingly forward. He smirked at Harry, who simply unfolded his arms and took a few steps of his own.

"Malfoy, you disappoint me. Why do you have to over analyse everything? Why can't you just accept it for what it is? I'm simply sick of fighting, and thought it'd would be a lot easier, much more convenient and maybe even a little fun if we became friends." Harry smiled this time, and everyone in the entrance hall held their breath as the two boys stood, Draco with his wand in hand, Harry unarmed.

The hall was silent. It didn't even sound like anyone was breathing. The entire hall had their eyes focused on Draco, waiting for his response. He stood, still as he could, eyes fixed on Harry, glare unrelenting. "How, Potter, on the face of this planet, do I know I can trust you?" He hissed. Harry almost faltered under his glare.

"I guess you don't. But I thought you would have known me better than that, like you've already said, why would I stoop so low? Why would I go out of my way to be your friend for the sake of some plan? If I had something in mind, why not just use a curse? A spell? A potion? Something to make you be my friend, make you do what I wanted. I'm not this petty. I only stand before you now to offer you my friendship. To offer you a partnership. Just imagine what we could be if we worked together, Draco? Imagine what we could accomplish. You offered me friendship in our first year, I turned you down. I'm sorry I did that. But now here's another chance, so, what do you say?"

Draco was quiet for a long time. He lowered his wand and looked to be seriously considering Harry's offer. Harry had made a very good speech, he had to admit, and as friends, himself leading Slytherin and Harry, Gryffindor, they would certainly be a pair to mess with. Finally, Draco placed his wand back into his pocket. He studied Harry for a moment and then he held out his hand. "Ok, you hold a very well grounded argument. I'm impressed. Though I may not trust you right away, I do concur that we would work better on the same team. You're on, Harry." He smirked, and his smirk turned into a smile as Harry took his hand in his own and shook it. Harry then proceeded into the Great Hall for dinner, and the rest of the school followed.

It soon became common knowledge that Harry and Draco were friends. They sat together, they studied together, and they spent weekend together, undoubtedly, Blaise and Hermione were always in toe of the two. It was a bright Saturday morning about two weeks after the truce, when the four were sitting out in the grounds when Harry asked the question that had been weighing on all four minds. "So, when are you two going to start telling people you're dating? Now that the four of us being friends is public knowledge..."

Draco and Hermione looked at each other. "I guess we could tell them whenever, or, we could just start acting like a couple in public, without actually telling everyone." Draco mused, Hermione smiled and nodded. "What about you, Harry? When are you gonna find someone?"

Harry looked at Hermione, then Draco. "Well, I kind of already have, I just haven't spoken to them about it yet." He glared at Hermione and Draco laughed. Harry turned slightly red. He figured that seeing as he was friends with Blaise now, he could confide in him. "Just for the record, I'm gay." He said, looking at Blaise who smiled.

"Wow, you really are trusting." He laughed lightly. "Don't worry Harry, your secret is safe with me. I'm gay as well." It was Blaise's turn to go red, and he did more so than Harry. What Harry didn't know, was that Draco had told Blaise that Harry liked him. But he wasn't sure if maybe Hermione had told Harry that he liked him too, from the look on Harry's face, though, she hadn't. Harry smiled as well, now.

"Well, that's convenient." Harry said, not really sure what else to say. "Wow." And he laughed. Blaise joined in. The four sat by the lake, not talking for a while, Hermione had moved around to lay on Draco's lap, while Harry laid on his back on the grass, next to Blaise who sat beside him.

"What do you think the rest of the school actually thinks of this?" Draco suddenly asked. Harry sat up and looked at him.

"Well, I know for a fact that Ron actually hates us now. Well, he's saying he does anyway. I'm not so sure as to whether he actually 'hates' us. But he's not impressed. I don't blame him, after all, essentially, he lost his best friend and his girlfriend in one hit. But the Hufflepuffs think it's not too bad, the Ravenclaws are alright, the Gryffindors though, they're a little suss. They have mentioned though that they've noticed a very big change in you since you've started hanging out with me. And for the better." Harry laughed, so did Hermione. Blaise smiled and Draco scrunched his nose up.

"I don't want to lose too much of my reputation," He muttered, "But I sure am having a hellova lot more fun with you guys than I ever did with the rest of the Slytherins. It'd be so much cooler if we were all in the same house." Draco pondered. Harry wasn't so keen on that idea, he thought it might certainly be easier to be with someone in a different house, not only would it probably be better to be away from then sometimes, rather than see them 24/7, but the sneaking around to be together is also a lot more fun. He sighed, he couldn't say anything to Blaise.

"No. It's better this way." Harry said simply.

"I agree." Blaise said. And Hermione nodded as well. Draco shrugged.

"Ok, you guys win. It'd still be cool though." All four of them laughed. Draco put his arms around Hermione as she lay in his lap, and started stroking her hair. There wasn't anyone around the grounds, but if they saw he didn't really care. Hermione sighed contentedly and took one of his hands in hers. She played with it for a while, studying it.

Then she watched Harry and Blaise lying side by side, and thought to herself that they really would make a cute couple.

Later that night in the common room, Hermione pulled Harry into an empty corner and sat him down. "Harry, why didn't you say anything to Blaise? It was the perfect opportunity!" She whispered. He looked up at her. Was she serious? Was he just supposed to come out and say something? Like what?

"Herm, What the hell was I supposed to say? I'm not like that, you know me..." She looked down at him.

"Yes, I do know you. And I know you want Blaise. And I know he wants you. So go for it." Harry stared up at her, his expression questioning her honesty. She nodded. "It's true, Harry, he's crazy over you."

Harry looked back down at the wall in front of him and smiled. That night he lay in bed, piecing together what he could say to Blaise when he eventually worked up the guts to talk to him about it.

Hermione, however, couldn't stop thinking about Draco, and had started thinking of ways with which she could contact him during the night...

Well, I tried to make it as long as the first two, I really did, but 8 pages is just too much. I'm sorry!! But at least I'm updating, right? So really, you can't complain.

Any suggestions? Because they would be GREATLY appreciated. R & R Please!!

Cheers,

Sami.

Can you believe FF removed this story?! I've gone through and some of you might have noticed i totally revamped the first chapter and took out anything that seemed a little too much. Otherwise, I have NO FRIN CLUE as to why they would have removed it. $$&&