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Story talk: Chapter four is here. This chapter has the second detention, and this time they will both be conscious. It's pretty long; my longest yet, at least. I hope you enjoy and please review.

Reviewers: Thanks so much to those of you that reviewed. I was so excited when I found them. All your questions should be answered in this next chapter. And thanks to Silverflames03 for the suggestion, I try to stop putting my dialogue in the middle of paragraphs. But it won't change until chapter nine because I don't want to go back and change everything I've already written. I'm a tad bit lazy. Also, as for how I left off, I do that a lot. I'm of an evil nature, plus I think the suspense makes it better.

Authoress Ramble: Hello. K, I have to vent about the third movie. I hated it . . . somewhat. Harry and Draco were really hot, but the movie hardly went along with the book. I'm a J.K. Rowling fan. I swear I'm writing the director a ranting hate letter, and I'm gonna kidnap Columbus and make him make a second, third movie. Which means I'll have to kidnap the actors too. Then I could have my wicked way with them. Muawahahaha.

Chapter 4

Change of Mind.

Harrys' eyes widened. He read the paper over several times, still not believing his eyes.

There has got to be a mistake. Malfoy wouldn't admit to all that. Wait he said he lied, he's probably just trying to yank my chain. Yea that's it, he wants my pity. He wants me to freak out; it's just an evil ploy. This thought infuriated Harry. He stormed out of the room to search for Malfoy.

As Malfoy walked through the halls, he noticed several Gryffindors, in his year, talking, very obviously, about him. They would look his way then snicker. After his last class Malfoy became fed up. He walked up to Dean and Seamus who were laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" Malfoy sneered.

"We don't know yet." Dean answered, with a condescending smile.

"We were just wondering ourselves. You could tell us." Seamus chimed in with the same smile as Dean.

"What do you mean I could tell you?" The blonde asked coldly.

"Well you wrote it after all. Unless Harry is lying." Seamus answered.

"Potter?" Malfoy was suddenly infuriated. Now he knew why the Gryffindors were buzzing, they thought they were all going to find out his deepest darkest secrets. A sly smile played across Malfoys' face, taking the two Gryffindors by surprise. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but McGonagalls' charm didn't work, so you won't be finding out anything."

"Are you sure about that?" Seamus asked, having gotten over the surprise of the blondes' calmness.

"Yes, I'm sure. I am, after all, the one who wrote it."

"Willing to bet your . . . reputation on it." A worried looked crossed Malofys' face, before he took off at a run to find Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Malfoy, is there something I can do for you?"

"Potter, plans to tell people what I wrote in my report. Did your truth charm actually work?" Malfoy asked calmly.

"Of course it worked Mr. Malfoy and I assure you, you need not worry about Harry saying anything."

"But I wrote a lie and it didn't change."

"Of course it didn't. It will only change when Mr. Potter reads it, and his only when you read it."

"So if I were to go read it now I would be able to see the truth?"

"Only if you are aware of the truth. Things that you do not consciously know, you will not be able to see."

"Why?" Malfoy asked, now, though he would never admit it, somewhat impressed by McGonagall.

"Your conscious does not want to accept it, which is why it is hidden in your subconscious. Having it in writing does not change the fact that you don't want it to be."

"But what about Harry, can he see the things I can't?"

"Yes."

"And now he's going to inform the whole Gryffindor tower." The slytherin was suddenly angry again. "Brilliant plan!" He said sarcastically, before running out the door in search of a certain, soon to be dead, Gryffindor.

It did not take Draco long to find him, he was taken off guard when he saw Harry fuming as well. Before he could say anything, Harry had shoved him against a wall and was yelling.

"What the hell are you trying to pull? Do you think this is funny?"

"What are you, talking about?"

"I'm talking about the lies that you put in this stupid report, they are not funny. Your not going to get my pity if that is what you're after." He said, waving the paper in the blondes' face.

Draco was suddenly worried. "What did I write?"

Harry heard the desperation in Malfoys' voice, causing him to lose some of his anger. "Don't you know?" The blonde shook his head, his ever-present arrogance suddenly gone. "Did the charm work?" The blonde nodded. "So this is all true?" He said looking down at the paper with wide eyes. Again the blonde nodded. "Wow." Harry couldn't believe it.

"What did I write?" Draco asked softly.

"You wrote that . . ." Harry tried to speak, but no words would form. Again he tried to explain but he couldn't say anything. "I lost my . . ." Confused because he could speak Harry stopped talking. " I can't tell you. McGonagall must have done something so we can't talk about it."

"I need to know what I wrote. Try writing it down."

"Don't be ignorant, Malfoy, if we can't talk about it we can't write it either."

"Bet you're disappointed, aren't you, Potter? Can't go tell ruddy Gryffindors now."

"I never planed to tell anyone, in the first place."

"Really, because Dean and Seamus think they are going to get a show tonight."

"Dean and Seamus know? Damn it Ron."

"Ron?" Draco spat.

"I told him about it this morning, he said he wanted to hear everything. He must have told Dean and Seamus."

"He told your whole house."

"I won't tell them, and even if I wanted to, I couldn't." That seemed to keep Malfoy content. Each set off in the direction of his one common room.

When Harry walked through the portrait hole, he was bombarded by people.

"Harry, what does it say?"

"Can we read it?"

"Did the charm work?"

Harry was relieved when Ron grabbed his arm, shouting, "Get out the way, you can talk to him later." As he pushed their way through the crowd. He led Harry up the stairs and into their dorm. Harry saw Hermione sitting on Rons' bed.

"You didn't tell them, did you?" Hermione asked, as Ron locked the door and placed a large desk in front of it.

"No." Ron answered for him. "Now, what did it say?" He asked sitting on his bed, next to Hermione.

"Ron!" Hermione said, but Ron just waved his hand, ignoring her.

"I can't tell you." Harry answered. Hermione giving him a pleased look.

"Come on, mate, you have to tell me."

"I don't mean I won't, I literally can't. I can't speak when I try to talk about it and I can't write it either." Harry thought it best to keep it to himself, that the last was only assumed.

Ron looked crestfallen, then suddenly he smiled. "Charades!" He exclaimed. "Herm was telling me about it earlier. The muggle game where you act out a thing or phrase. You could tell me that way."

Harry looked at Hermione, silently asking her to help him. She nodded gave an exasperated sigh, then climbed onto Rons' lap, straddling his thighs. She leaned close to his ear and whispered something that Harry couldn't hear. She bit gently on his lobe and he stood up. Hermiones' leg were wrapped around his waist and he was carrying her to the door. He moved the trunk with the wave of his wand and turned back to Harry.

"We'll continue this later." When Ron turned back around Harry mouthed, a thank you to Hermione and shut the door behind them.

Harry sat down on his bed and pulled out the report. He looked at the next page. It appeared to be instructions.

Answer all the question on this parchment, before Thursdays' detention. You will meet in my office at six. Be prompt. In addition to your answers I would like you to bring your broom and wear robes to practice in. I would also like you to bring the answer to question number 2.

Fridays' detention will be at seven. I will inform you on what to bring Thursday.

Saturdays' detention will be all day, and seeing as how it is a Hogsmeade weekend I will not keep you from there. You are to spend your day together and it is to be alone. That means no friends. More details will be given to you Friday.

I will give you Sunday off, to finish any business, that the detentions disrupted.

Monday will, most likely, be your fifth and final night. What you will bring will depend on the pervious four nights.

There are a few rules for these detentions that you must be aware of. That list will also be given to you on Thursday. Please bring writing material, for you may need to refer to these for a while, depending on how well you do.

Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall

Harry then looked at the next page, it had the same questions on it that Malfoy had on his.

1. What is your name?

Harry Potter

2. What is your favorite thing to do in your spare time?

Fly

3. What is your favorite class?

DADA

4. Who is your favorite Professor?

Professor Dumbledore

5.What is your worst pet peeve?

Certain blonde haired Slytherins

6. Why does that annoy you?

Because he's a jerk, without a heart.

7. Who do you consider your best friend?

Ginny Weasley.

8. Who do you plan to keep in touch with once you've left Hogwarts?

The Weasleys, Hermione, Dean, and Dumbledore.

9. Why?

Because they are like family now.

10. What are your plans for the future?

To become and Auror and defeat Voldemort.

11. What is your worst memory?

When Sirius died

12. Why is that your worst memory?

Because, Sirius was the closest thing I ever had to a father.

13. What is your best memory?

When Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup.

14. Why is that your best memory?

Because we hadn't won it in a long time, and because I got to show up Malfoy as well as the rest of the Slytherin house.

15. What do you look forward to most during the holidays?

The nights when I can do my homework.

16. Why?

Because it reminds me of being back at Hogwarts.

17. Do you look forward to school starting?

Yes.

18. Why?

Because I can be with my friends.

19. Who is the person that you most wish you could have befriended?

Cedric Diggory.

20. Why do you wish you would have befriended that person?

I don't know, it just feels appropriate.

21. Who is the person that you are glad you didn't befriend?

Draco Malfoy.

22. Why don't you want to be friends with that person?

Because he's an arrogant jerk.

23. What peer do you admire most?

Hermione Granger.

24. Why do you admire that person?

Because she's very smart and she will go places.

Only when Harry finished, did he remember what Malfoy had written. He went back to change some of his answers, but as soon as his quill touched the parchment he had again forgotten.

How many charms did she put on this thing? Harry pondered to himself. He looked up to the clock and saw that it was five thirty. 'I better go if I want to eat.'

Harry grabbed his bag and filled it with a piece of parchment, a quill, a bottle of ink, and his 'Book of Defensive Spells' volumes 1 - 3, that Hermione had got him for his birthday. His wand was already in his pocket, so he grabbed his firebolt and headed for the door.

- -

"When's your detention with Potter, Drac?" Pansy asked, while they ate their dinner.

"At six, why?" Draco answered without even looking up.

"Well, it looks like he has other plans." At this the blonde looked up. The Gryffindor had just entered the hall and was carrying his firebolt and a bag. He rolled his eyes.

"No, that is the stuff he's taking to detention. McGonagall gave us a small list of instructions."

"Where are your things Drac?"

"In my room of course. Do you really think that I would bring them to dinner with me?"

"I didn't think of that." Pansy said, looking down at her plate.

"Of course you didn't. Now I had better go get those things."

"Wait, I'll come with you." Pansy said, putting down her napkin and making to get up.

"I would rather you didn't." Malfoy said coldly.

The blonde boy had been in a bad mood since his conversation with Harry. He didn't know what the raven-haired boy saw and it appeared to be something bad. Considering that he had mentioned pity. All he could do was read what he already knew. That will do me some good. He thought sarcastically. Well at least he can't tell anyone else. I don't even want to know how fast it would spread if Weasley knew.

Draco grabbed his potions kit, that Pansy got him last Christmas, and his nimbus two thousand and one, then headed for McGonagalls' room.

When he got there, he saw that Harry was already there. He was sitting at a desk, reading a book. The professor was at her desk writing something on a piece of parchment. Malfoy was still in the doorway when she looked up.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you would be so kind as to sit next to Mr. Potter. I will give you the rules and explain what we will be doing today." The blonde went to sit at a desk across the room, from the other boy. "I believe I said next to Mr. Potter." With an aggravated sigh, Draco went over to the other boy. Taking the chair next to him and pulling it as far away as he could, without being in the next seat.

"Okay, now that you are both here, I will explain to you these detentions. The number of detentions you have depends on the two of you. If you fight during on of these detentions, I will add another detention. Fights involving wands or physical contact, will earn you two more detentions, and if any injuries occur, to where I have to take you to Madame Pomfrey, you will have to take care of each other, plus three more detentions."

"So basically we'll be in here for the rest of the year." Malfoy said.

"Hopefully not, for I do not know if my patience will last that long. Are you writing these down Mr. Malfoy?"

"No, I'll remember."

"I hope so, because I'm sure you'd hate to ask Mr. Potter to refresh your memory.

"That will not happen." The blonde answered in an arrogant tone.

"Continuing. In every detention after this I want you to bring any homework you might have, seeing as how you have all the same classes with one exception. The exception you will teach to the other. So for tomorrow's detention I want you to have a short lesson plan and have something to show. So if you need to talk to any professors please tell me and I will summon them.

"For today, I want you to spend the first half hour planning your lesson. At six thirty you will write a report on how you felt about what you read in the other report. Mr. Malfoy, you do not have to finish yours, until tomorrows' detention, seeing as how you haven't read Mr. Potters' yet. You will not be able to give details, in these reports, because you must find the truth for yourselves."

"Is that why I couldn't talk about it today?" Harry asked quietly.

"Did you really try to tell some Gryffindors?" McGonagall asked, sounding disappointed.

"No," he answered quickly. "I tried to talk to Malfoy about it and I couldn't.

"Ah, yes. I put another charm on there so you could not tell anyone."

"And one so I couldn't remember what he wrote when I wrote mine."

"Yes, I did not want your answers to be swayed. Though I do not know if the spell worked on your subconscious, that depends how strongly you felt about what you read.

"Now about the rest of this evenings detention, you will finish that by seven. Afterwards you will each get a half hour to do your answer to number 2, and at eight we will go out to the quidditch field where you can practice, since you will not be able to practice with your own teams. You may start on your lessons now."

The time passed in silence as both the boys worked. They had only fifteen minutes instead of the half hour, because of McGonagalls' talking. Neither student had a problem with that, because they didn't want to do it in the first place. When they had only five minutes left Malfoy looked over at Harrys' parchment and decided to comment.

"Divination Potter?" He sneered "Can't wait to learn about that." he said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"I chose it my third year, it's to late to change now. Also it's extremely easy, all I have to do is predict my death and I pass the class." Harry answered calmly. He did not want to give McGonagall a reason to give him another detention.

"Maybe I will enjoy this subject."

Harry just shrugged then looked over at Malfoys' parchment. He was doing his on ancient runes. "Yours will be a lot better, really." Harry said with the same sarcasm.

"Actually this is one of the most interesting classes in my schedule."

"Yea, but you also like potions, so that shows your judgement."

"You just don't like it because you suck. Don't like failing something, do you, Potter."

"The only reason that I am close to failing, is because that, stupid excuse for a professor, hated my father." Harry was beginning to get angry.

"Looks like I've pushed a button." The blonde said, with a smirk.

"Go ahead and push all the buttons you want because now I know who pushes yours."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Malfoy asked, starting to get worried again.

"I don't know, D R A K E." Harry said with his own mock smirk. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and was about to make a comment when McGonagall walked back into the room.

"So I guess I'll be seeing you Tuesday as well, then." Both boys sighed, exasperated. "Well, Mr. Potter, please give your report to Mr. Malfoy, and write what you have now been assigned. I will be in my office if you need me, please try not to fight."

"I guess that means we won't be talking then." Harry said as he handed the blonde his report.

"Damn." Draco replied sarcastically.

"I know I was so looking forward to a fun conversation." Malfoy made to say something, but the raven-haired boy held up his hand to stop him. "Ah ah. Don't want detention on Wednesday as well now, do you?" Malfoy just glared at him.

I must think of something to say that won't get another detention. But it has to be cruel, only subtly. I mustn't let Potter get the last word. Damn it think!

"I only have conversations with intelligent people." Malfoy said, his voice held no hint of insult. It was good that the professor couldn't see the look on his face.

Harry rolled his eyes and let it go. "When she said to read my report she meant tonight. Just in case you didn't realize." Harry replied, with the slightest hint of sarcasm.

The blonde gave a look that implied, it was beneath himself to answer, and turned to read the report in his hand.

1. What is your name?

Harry Potter

2. What is your favorite thing to do in your spare time?

Fly

3. What is your favorite class?

DADA

4. Who is your favorite Professor?

Professor Dumbledore

5.What is your worst pet peeve?

When people treat me like some celebrity.

6. Why does that annoy you?

Because I did not do anything to earn their admiration. Also because it isn't some great thing it's a reminder of my parents death, and the fact that I almost died myself.

7. Who do you consider your best friend?

Ginny Weasley.

8. Who do you plan to keep in touch with once you've left Hogwarts?

The Weasleys, Hermione, and Dumbledore.

9. Why?

Because I feel like I owe them that, because they have been here for me. Except Ginny. I couldn't imagine not talking to her.

10. What are your plans for the future?

To become and Auror and die in the war.

11. What is your worst memory?

When Sirius died

12. Why is that your worst memory?

Because he's the only one who really understood what I was going through, and the only person who saw me as Harry Potter, instead of Harry Potter 'the Boy Who Lived'

13. What is your best memory?

When I got accepted to Hogworts.

14. Why is that your best memory?

Because I could get away from the Dursleys.

15. What do you look forward to most during the holidays?

Family vacation.

16. Why?

Because the Dursleys don't take me with them.

17. Do you look forward to school starting?

Yes and No

18. Why?

Yes, because it's away from the Dursleys and I feel safe here. No, because everyone sees this person that isn't here and expect all these things that I could never give them.

19. Who is the person that you most wish you could have befriended?

Draco Malfoy

20. Why do you wish you would have befriended that person?

Because he thinks that I am the only one that can help him and if that is true

then I want to be there to help him. Also he doesn't treat me special because I'm 'the amazing Harry Potter'. He doesn't think I am anything special, he doesn't think I'm perfect; he sees the ordinary person that I am.

21. Who is the person that you are glad you didn't befriend?

Crabbe and Goyle

22. Why don't you want to be friends with that person?

Because they are ignorant and I don't think I could stand to be around them for very long.

23. What peer do you admire most?

Draco Malfoy

24. Why do you admire that person?

Because even though his home life is a mess, he keeps his head high and that is something to admire. Even if it is at my expense.

With wide eyes Draco set the parchment down, he turned to Harry. The raven-haired boy was writing his next report, his head propped up on his left hand; right hand holding his quill quickly scribbling down words. As Draco sat there and watch him, he realized something that he had know for awhile.

He's the only one that can save me. He is the only one that will take the time to help me.

The raven-haired boy looked up, to see the Slytherin staring at him. "Is there something you want?" Harry said coldly.

Your help Draco thought but he answered, "Yes, but seeing as how we have to be here I can't very well have that."

"I have a feeling we both want the same thing."

I think we do.

Yay, their in love. K well not yet, but they will be. I hope you like it, although it obviously has to be somewhat interesting if you've gotten this far. I hope. Anyway, please click the little review button and tell me how much you love it or hate it. Constructive criticism is always good, but be gentle, I might cry. Well probably not, but yeah.