Disclaimer: I really don't think that you'd get very much if you tried to sue me anyway but just to get rid of all that legal nonsense I'd like to state that I do not own Harry Potter. The wonderful, beautiful fabulous, spiffing, genius, ect. JK Rowling does. Anything else you recognize doesn't belong to me either. I do however own the plot (as far as I know), a crayon, a pack of gum, a string, 2 hair ties and my soul (for the time being).

Author's note: Another thanks to all of you wonderful humans who took the time to review my rambling crap I call a story! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Halloween is in 2 days and I'm in a spiffing mood! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 4: water balloonspaint walls fun

Draco couldn't help staring at the entrance to the great hall, waiting for Harry to come in. He was beginning to think that he'd skipped breakfast when the door opened and the Gryffindor golden trio walked in laughing and joking. It was as if they'd all been sent back in time; lately this sight was few and far between.

As it turned out Draco wasn't the only one who noticed the sudden change in the 3. The entire great hall seemed to suddenly buzz with life, like a spell had been lifted from the school.

It really was interesting how much the trio effected the mood of the rest of the school. Draco hadn't noticed that everyone seemed to take their cues from Harry and his friends. If they were happy everyone was happy and if they were sad then everyone was subdued.

Harry caught Draco looking at him and smiled. Draco couldn't help but smile back. The raven-haired boy was infectious. For the rest of breakfast Draco ate while sneaking glances across the hall when he thought no one was looking. During one of those times he didn't notice a pair of eyes watching him from across the hall. If he had he would have seen that they belonged to the bushy haired brainiac herself.

Draco, still oblivious to the calculating look he was receiving, managed to get Harry's attention and signaled to him to meet in the room ASAP. The blond stood and made his way to their room. He decided to paint while he waited for his friend...err...whatever they were.

He was in a really good mood so he picked out bright colours and he began to paint on some paper he found in the cabinet. When Harry finally got there Draco was lost in his own little world.

The Gryffindor came in quietly, walked over behind Draco and watched him. The blond looked so cute when he was concentrating on something. The mask that he normally wore was nonexistent and Harry could read him easily. He was obviously in a good mood. Harry hoped that he was the reason for this burst of Euphoria in the Slytherin just like Draco had been the reason for his.

Draco soon finished and put his brushes down.

"That's beautiful."

The blond jumped and turned to face Harry. "Why is it that you always seem to sneak up on me when I'm painting?"

"Just lucky I guess."

They both smiled at each other until Draco decided that something needed to be done about his mess. He began to clean and Harry Helped so the process didn't take all that long considering the huge mess that Draco had made.

When the two finished their task they went over to the couch so that they could talk.

"So I noticed you and the wonder twins patched things up." Draco was obviously fishing for information while trying not to cross any invisible lines that had been had been put up between them. Painting was different then saying things out loud.

Harry didn't have a problem talking about this though. "Yeah, I decided that it was stupid for us not to be talking, especially when time could run out any day now." Harry's eyes dropped to the floor. It was plain to Draco that the upcoming war was bothering the Gryffindor.

Suddenly he got a great idea to get Harry's mind off all the doom and gloom of his everyday life. He jumped up and got out his wand. He cast a few muttered spells and big barrels filled with water balloons appeared next to a blank wall. Harry just stood there and watched him. It was amazing how differently Draco behaved when he wasn't in front of people. It was like he was schizophrenic. Whatever he was Harry defiantly liked this Draco.

"What are you doing?" Draco turned to the bemused Gryffindor and smiled.

"I'be always wanted to try this. I saw some muggles doing it once when I was younger but father just said that I needed to act like a Malfoy and pulled me along." For a moment Harry could see the pain still left from Draco's childhood but the blond quickly shook it off and continued.

"These balloons are filled with different colours of paint. We're going to throw them at the wall and it will make pretty colours."

He picked up a balloon and threw it at the wall to demonstrate. It broke easily, splattering blue paint all over the wall. Harry looked around and wondered why it hadn't caused a mess when Draco answered his unasked question.

"I cast a few spells to keep the paint mainly on the wall."

"Ohhh. That explains why we don't look like smurfs right now."

Draco looked confused at the muggle pop culture reference but decided to ignore it. "Go ahead, try it!"

Harry tenderly picked one up and turned to the wall. Without warning he hurled it at a spot directly above where Draco had thrown his. It too broke easily, spreading red paint across the once while space.

He felt a strange sense of satisfaction from that one simply activity. For the rest of the morning the two ex-enemies raged a war against the wall. The winners at the end were without a doubt the paint flingers.

Draco took out his wand again, congered up a camera and took a picture of their masterpiece.

"Why are you taking a picture of it? It will be there for awhile." Harry asked as he got out his wand and cleaned away the extra balloons.

"Well, I was actually going to clean the wall so that we could do it again."

"Oh, that's a good idea."

"I know, I'm a genius." Draco smirked at Harry and got rid of the paint.

The two of them sat on the couch again and Draco looked at his watch. "Well, we've got an hour till lunch. Want to play the question game?"

Harry looked at him weird. "What is that?"

"Well you ask a question and the other person answers it. It's really quite simple."

"Umm, ok, you start."

Draco smirked and got comfortable.

"Mountains or beach?"

"The mountains. Pancakes or French toast?"

"French toast."

And it went on like that for a while, both of them asking easy questions. But after "Potions or Transfiguration?" Draco decided to step it up a bit.

"What's your favorite memory?"

Harry was a bit thrown for a moment before he smiled and answered, "When I found out I was a wizard."

Draco was confused at that." You mean you didn't always know?"

The Gryffindor was startled. "Umm I think it's time for lunch. I'll see you tomorrow." He got up and walked out leaving a very confused and hurt Draco Malfoy in his wake.

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