Disclaimer: People… I'm sick of writing this over and over again. I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own the song (which is "Every Me And Every You" by Placebo), I only own my (ancient and battered) laptop and a (equally battered but not as ancient) pack of cigarettes.

A/N: Since school is starting tomorrow, I have no idea when the next update will be up. I'll try to have it up by beginning of next week, because this weekend is just mayhem with me meeting up with friends and going out… basically having a good time and stuff. So I promise I will update ASAP, and thank you to all the reviewers! I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU GUYS! One more thing: where should this end? Do you want it to end when Harry and Draco get together (if they wil… maybe I'll just let one of them die, y'know, spice things up a bit?) or do you want the story to go further? Please let me know….thnx if you even read this horrendously long author's note.

"I serve my head up on a plate.

It's only comfort, calling late.

Cuz there's nothing else to do,

Every me and every you.

Every me and every you,

Every me...he"

It wasn't a wide known fact that the antidote to the Polyjuice Potion wasn't only for the Polyjuice itself, but also for all other sorts of glamours and cover-up potions or charms. Draco, of course, knew of this; but unfortunately he hadn't paid attention to which glass he drank from. As it was, it wasn't until Harry was gaping at him, mouth wide open, that he realised something was wrong. "Malfoy… where did those scars and welts suddenly come from?" 'Oh mother of Merlin… I took Potter's glass? I manage to spy on high-ranked ministry officials without them noticing, to fool Dumbledore, and other crap, but I'm too dumb to watch out what glass I'm drinking from? Argh…' "Malfoy… what happened?"

Draco stood up, got dressed in a flash and was halfway out the door when he stopped, turned around and said to a confused Harry, "Maybe, someday when we're not archenemies anymore, I'll tell you… until then, good-bye Potter." And off he was, leaving behind a stunned and half-naked Harry.

Days passed without any exchange between our two heroes. Whenever Harry would follow Draco with the intent of cornering him, Draco would always slip off into an unnoticed tunnel or passageway, making it impossible for Harry to talk to Draco alone. And to make things better there was noticeable sexual tension whenever they were in vicinity of another. By now most of the Hogwarts students knew something was up; it just wasn't normal for Harry and Draco to go over a week without a brawl. It just wasn't possible. Harry often wondered how long it would go on like this, whether they would be stuck forever not talking to another or if they could somehow resolve this messed-up situation. Things looked very bleak for a while, but started to look up for him on a wintry Sunday in January.

Draco was peacefully leaning against a tree by the now-frozen lake, reading a book. He wasn't bothered at all by the snowflakes falling on him; he had put a charm on himself that kept him dry and warm even if the coldest and wettest of climates. He was just finishing a chapter when he sensed a presence behind him. Faster than anything Harry had seen before Draco closed the book, stood up and had his wand against Harry's chest, all in the blink of an eye. 'He does look cute when he's flushed and angry, though' remarked a voice in the back of Harry's head. For a while the just stood there, face-to-face, wand-to-chest, and after a while Draco broke the silence.

"What do you want, Potter?" spat Malfoy, who of course had noticed Harry following him around, trying to corner him, which he always tried to avoid. "I want to… I want to stopbeingenemies,", the end of Harry's sentence came out in a jumble. "Could you please repeat that again, Potter, didn't quite catch the end...?" "I said… I don't want to be enemies anymore. This is just stupid. Since we were already up each other's asses the least we could do was call each other by the first name, right?" Harry said, slowly growing more confident. "You do have a point…Harry." Drawled Draco. "You never did answer my question why you "hired" me anyway, y'know? I told you why I do this, now you tell me why you seeked me out." Harry was sure Draco only wanted to embarrass him, because even a extraordinarily dim-witted person would know why Harry "hired" Draco. Because Draco was hot. Because Draco was good. And because there wouldn't have been a chance that Draco would ever have touched Harry in a non-harmful way, had Harry not paid for it. As to why Harry wanted Draco… well, that one was easy too. "Because… I wanted to find out if the rumors are true. If you really are that good like everyone says you are. And I haven't been disappointed." And before he could hear a sarcastic and hurtful remark from Draco, he was already on his way back to the castle.