"Will you hurry it up, Potter?!" Draco hollered. "I've got to go badly!"

"Hold on!" Harry yelled back from the other side of the bathroom door. "This sink is amazing…"

"Potter—"

"And the showers are incredible! I could stay here all day—"

"If you don't come out then I'll take a pee on your bed!"

"—But I won't stay here all day," Harry opened the door as Draco knocked him sideways and rushed in. A muffled groan came from inside as the curious Gryffindor pressed his ear against the door. "You okay?"

"Perfect!" he heard Draco mutter. "Ah, that feels good, hm. That feels— Damn, that's a fancy sink."

"I told you!"


Harry sat on the toilet (with the lid down, of course) while Draco propped himself up on the counter next to the sink.

"I could almost live in here, you know," Draco looked around and nodded approvingly.

"Live in the bathroom?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"No, you dipstick," the blonde rolled his eyes. "I meant in the room outside. I mean it has a refrigerator. And it refills itself for crying out loud. What else is cooler than that?"

"Don't forget the bathroom."

"No, Potter. I won't forget the bathroom."

They sat in silence for a while; thinking about everything and nothing. But the peace was shattered when Harry spoke up.

"Malfoy."

"What is it?"

"I was just wondering," Harry squirmed around uncomfortably. "What would it be like once we get out of here?"

"Gee, I don't know, Potter," Draco replied sarcastically. "I suppose we'll resume our regular classes and such. Go on with our Gryffindor and Slytherin ways of life. I'm sure you're thinking that Hogwarts is a mess without you."

"No, I meant what would it be like between us?"

"If you're implying that we continue sharing rooms then it's out of the question—"

"Will we be friends?" Harry hastily interrupted.

It was Draco's turn to squirm uncomfortably, "I thought I explained it already. I can't be friends with you."

"Why?"

"Weren't you paying attention the first time I said it? Think of my family's position in the Wizarding world. Just imagine them catching me gallivanting around with you. I'll be…" he put his index finger near his throat and made a slicing motion. "…dead."

"Fine," Harry tried his best to seem nonchalant as he pushed himself from the toilet and abruptly walked out of the bathroom.

"Ah, c'mon Potter. Don't be like that," Draco jumped down from the sink counter and hurried after Harry. "You know we were never meant to be friends anyway. It's inevitable, we're suppose to be enemies—"

"Those aren't really words of consolation!"

"But it's true."

"No, it's not!" Harry was close to shouting. "Suppose to be enemies? Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you talking about? There's no such thing as 'suppose to be enemies.' Of all the stupid things you say, I'll bet this is the stupidest."

"Don't you get it? Haven't I been making it clear enough?" Draco raised his voice louder. "We can't… we just can't."

"You're being too dramatic," Harry said in a low voice.

"You drive me nuts!" Draco rubbed his forehead with both hands. "Now I feel a headache coming on…"

Harry narrowed his eyes as he whipped around and trudged towards his bed. He flopped down on it and buried his face into his pillow.

"Oh, don't do that," Draco sighed and followed the unhappy boy. He slumped down on the bed next to Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sit up. Come on, sit up you silly boy." Draco bent down, pressed his lips against Harry's neck, and blew a raspberry.

Harry yelped and shoved Draco's face away. The blonde laughed as he shielded himself from a pillow that was hurled his way. "God, Malfoy! At least let me agonize in peace!"

"You're boring," Draco teasingly poked Harry's side.

"Get away from me," the disgruntled Gryffindor mumbled. "If you're not gonna be my friend later, then don't be my friend now."

"You cursed drama queen."

"Pompous bastard."

Draco groaned and fell back on the bed, "I just don't understand you, Potter."

"What did I do?"

"I put you through so much hell. And you still wanna be my friend?"

"Not anymore," Harry pulled the bedcovers over himself. "I hate you and I don't wanna be your friend," then he added. "Yer a friggin' bitch."

Draco snorted and laughed, "You just sounded like a redneck."

Harry pouted and pulled the covers higher.

"You big baby!" Draco flopped down on top of him. "Wanna go raid the fridge?"

"No!" Harry pushed Draco off then he stood up and walked to the other side of the room. He paused and turned around, "You know what, Malfoy? We don't have to be friends, okay? But just do me one favor then."

"… What is it?"

"Once we get out of here, stop bothering me, Ron, and Hermione. Whenever we pass by each other in the hall, I don't want you to say anything degrading or spiteful. And I don't want you to sneer at me— much less look at me," Harry paused, but then he went on. "If we can't be friends, then we can at least stop bickering. So you don't have to— how you say— frolic with me. And now you can easily uphold your family honor."

Draco looked at Harry with wide eyes, "Potter… aren't you being a little harsh?"

"Harsh? Harsh?!" Harry shouted. "Don't you talk to me about being harsh! I just want to be your friend and now you're pushing me away!"

Draco felt something inside him snap, "Don't you even dare talk to me about that! Damn hypocrite, think about what you did to me during our first year! You denied my friendship! Do you remember that, Potter? Do you?"

"Yeah… but… you were such a git… and you hated me so it didn't matter."

"Idiot boy. Haven't I said it enough? I never hated you."

"Didn't it occur to you that you could've just ignored me?" Harry said. "You know, instead of torturing me every chance that you get. I mean, what's the use of tormenting me if you didn't hate me?"

Draco glanced down at the floor and bit his lower lip, "The reason why I poked fun at you every chance I get… is—"

"Is what? You love to revel in my shame?"

"No, Pothead. It's because—"

"It's your mission in life to make me miserable?"

"Because it gives me a reason to talk to you!"

Harry looked at Draco wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open, "W-what?"

"Shut your mouth a bit, Potter. It makes me want to kiss you."

Harry abruptly shut his mouth. He averted his eyes, determined to look at anything that wasn't Draco. He felt his cheeks heat up and felt his whole body freeze. Was Draco trying to tell him…?

The Slytherin boy let out a sharp sigh, "Well, I guess you get the idea, huh?" with that, he went towards his side of the room and collapsed lazily on the bed. He buried his face into his pillow and said in a muffled voice, "You can ignore me… I won't blame you for feeling all freaked out…"

Harry unfroze. He walked over towards Draco and sat stiffly on the edge of his bed. He managed a small smile as he watched the blonde whimper pitifully.

"Malfoy?"

Draco continued to sniffle pathetically into his pillow.

"You big baby…" Harry muttered. "I never knew the infamous Draco Malfoy could be reduced to this."

"Screw yourself, Potter," came Draco's muffled voice.

"Nah…" Harry sighed. "I'd rather do something else. If you're up to it…"

Draco slowly turned around with a rather hopeful expression on his face, "Yes? Up to what…?"

"Wanna raid the fridge with me?"

Draco smiled, "Thought you'd never ask."