The school was particularly empty this year, so there were two tables put together to accommodate the few students and the faculty.
"Good afternoon, boys," Professor Dumbledore said, jovially. "I trust you had a good snowball fight?" He gave his notorious, all-knowing smile and nodded toward a table for two positioned right in front of a blazing fire.
"That man knows everything," Draco grumbled, sitting down. Harry laughed, sitting across from him. All eyes were on the two former-enemies, and immediately whispers sprung up.
"…got in trouble…"
"…made up…"
"…have to hang out…"
"…made out…"
But it was soon realized, thanks to a third year Gryffindor who saw them, that the once arch-nemeses had formed a truce.
"…so…I guess we should…uh…tell about ourselves, maybe…" Harry said, awkwardly. Draco swallowed.
"Well, okay. I like to read," he said.
"I like to…fly…" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"I never would've guessed," he said, sarcastically.
"Shut up. I like to take walks at night."
"I like Shakespeare."
"I like The Clash."
"The Darkness is way better," Draco said, smugly.
"No way! Those guys are ANNOYING!" Harry said, emphatically. "Wait…how do you know about them?"
"Not all muggles are useless."
"Okay…I like the Lord of the Rings movies."
"Definitely. Orlando Bloom is a babe." Realizing what he had said, Draco blushed crimson.
The conversation died. Both boys awkwardly went back to their lunch.
"So…" Harry began, hesitantly, "are you gay?" Draco ducked his head, blushing deeper red. "So…that thing with Pansy…?" Draco and Pansy had quite a reputation.
"Just so people won't know," Draco said quickly, and the subject was dropped.
"Hey, you wanna go to Hogsmeade tomorrow? I have to do some last minute shopping."
"Yeah, sure. I do, too."
"Okay, I'll meet you down here for breakfast."