-rubs hands together evilly-
I've been waiting soooo long to do this.
-shifty eyes-
Please enjoy, and those of you that aren't into this kind of guy on guy thing, just hold your thestrals and wait till chapter seven. Or, read this and you may possibly be converted.
-shrug-
And off we go!

(Picking up from an arguing point in chapter five…)

"What is your problem now Potter?" Harry said with a sneer and leaned back against the wall.

"I just want to be me again all right? We have to work together to do this, not send out separate jobs."

"One hundred Galleons to the Boy Who Lived! You figured out the problem!"

"This isn't funny Malfoy. Just put your disgusting pure blood ways aside and help. Being a ferret and hiding behind the others isn't going to fix this."

"I wouldn't be calling me a ferret, I don't faint before a Dementor or speak dangerous languages, do I?"

"Malfoy." Draco's voice was threatening, but Harry took no notice. What ever happened to him would just hurt Draco, so nothing could really hurt him. If he wanted he could hurt himself purposefully.

"Potter.." Harry returned smirking.

"Just help."

"And I should do that how?"

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped as the bell rang out and students rushed into the halls, tossing the boys around.

"Get to the wall! I'm not done with you yet!" Harry called out as he ducked down in the crowd and made his way down the hall to the end where it was thinning. Draco soon followed after with a grumble.

"Now, about that help." Draco started with a sigh as he slowly sat on a window sill in the nearly blinding light from the day. Neither had even noticed the time really, or the weather.

"Yes. How exactly should I? I don't do… work, servants were invented for that."

"I'm not going to argue about this any longer, I just want to be me again."

"I know, you've said that once all ready today." Harry looked away down the hall and smirked.

"Scarhead." he then chanted and heard a sigh.

"What is it? I'm thinking."

"We're all alone."

"And your point? I don't have time for your games."

"You had plenty the other night." A smirk slipped onto Harry's face as he towered over his original self.

"Don't speak of that in front of the others."

"Why not? I think they'd love to hear it."

"Not a word." Draco stood up quickly as if to threaten Harry, but it hadn't exactly worked.

Harry had maneuvered himself to be standing before Draco, as if knowing ticking him off would make him stand, which normally it did. As the blonde had stood, his lips crushed against the soft pink ones of his counter part.

A sigh as hands ran through hair, backs against the wall and glass.

The light glittered off of the round glasses that had enabled Harry to see as he removed them. It also shown off the silver hair that was like glass itself as Draco was pinned to the window, his head turned to the side as Harry bit softly as his neck.

"Malfoy… stop." Breath Draco, but he didn't really want him to stop. He hadn't the other day either, remembering was just too good. Oh jeez, this was all happening so fast. Draco felt like he was falling, but, it was a good falling. Not like falling off a broom to a broken rib cage or arm, not a fall into a plant that tried to kill you. No, this was a fall of freedom. For once Draco could do what he wanted, no one was there, except for Harry… But, that's what he wanted. More than his mind could tell that now.

"No." the originally black haired boy panted as his counter parts hand pushed at his chest and traveled down. "We'll be… we'll be caught." Draco managed as his eyes snapped open, feeling a warm hand in his trousers, then his pants so it was skin on skin. This couldn't turn out good, he knew it.

"You're too tense." Harry whispered into his partners ear as he then nibbled at it softly.

"You really should stop… I think I hear someone." Draco replied still his breathing heavy and fast.

"Let them see." More kissing followed to the neck and then back to the lips, full on. Draco couldn't deny that he didn't want this, but not here… now.

Their tongues pushed against one another, hands caressing the partner in places that shouldn't have been known. It seemed to carry on like this for an eternity, but soon it was over as foot steps echoed down the hall. With a last quick suck to Draco's face, Harry pulled back and whipped his wet hands on his trousers. Whoops.

"What are you two boys doing out here?" came the stern voice followed by the face of Professor McGonagal. "Why aren't you two in class."

"We were, uh, getting something for Professor Snape. He needed some extra ingredients." offered Harry smoothly, Draco nodded and sighed inwardly as he spoke.

"Neville blew up his potion again." he said and smirked. He'd have to apologize later. McGonagal gave him a quick look, a small tut and sigh, and then spoke once more.

"Get what you need and get back to class." she said tartly and walked off.

Harry and Draco looked to each other, Harry smirked. "Well done." he said. "You may be able to think like a true Slytherin after all."

"Just sod off."

"You shouldn't be so mean to someone you just yank-" Draco had slapped Harry across the face, true, it hurt himself, but it shut the kid up.

"Let's go."

Quickly the class was called to order once again after Harry and Draco burst in and Snape continued to speak after lecturing Harry alone on being late.

"But, to answer your question Miss Granger. Yes. You can change into another being for a 'long' period of time." his voice drawled on.

"Potion or spell?" Hermione then asked and Pansy hit her head on the desk quietly.

Snape glared at his student. "Another five points for interrupting me, however it is a spell. Dangerous and hard to master." The class murmured something at this, the six looked blank at the thought of someone changing them through a hard spell. "Some consider it a curse, because on most occasions… the changer can't change back." A gasp filled the room for a few seconds. Draco's hand went up and Snape's lips curled. "Yes Malfoy?"

"Is it possible for, you to do this spell?" he asked with that smirk he knew so well. It had been given to Harry many times by the really Draco himself.

"Sadly, no Mr. Malfoy. However, there is one Professor here who can."

"Who sir?"

"That, I can not tell you." More murmurs at Snape's response. "Now, that's enough of this, we've wasted enough time. Today we'll be making…."

The class seemed to last more than a double period, maybe four at most instead. Tired and worn out, the six departed from the room slowly and made their way to their respectable common rooms.

"I'm so tired." groaned Hermione as she hung to Harry's arm who just pushed her off.

"We still have two classes, don't fall asleep now." said Pansy as she leaned against the wall waiting for Blaize and Draco to open the door way. As they disappeared, Hermione shot her a glare and stuck out her tongue before she and the other two made their way up the stairs.

"Do you think it's true?" Ron asked minutes later. "That Snape knows someone who can do the spell?"

"Curse to me. Being in this horrible body. I'm afraid to even shower."

"No doubt Potters had a go." Hermione muttered under her breath with a smirk, Ron sniggered.

I think that's the worst ending I've had in a while, but I'm some what pleased with the body of the chapter. I had somany paths for that to take I wasn't sure which to do.
-shrugs once more-
Perhaps for pure entertainment I'll write another or edit this sometime after the story continues on.
Hope that was as enjoyable to you to read it as it was to write it. I laughed myself, but then again I laugh easily...