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A/N Wow. There is no way I can impress upon you how sorry I am, so I won't even try. The moral of the story is, though, that I have updated at last. The chapter is short and not very good, but it's still a chapter. I swear I'll update more often now. Be sure to check out my LJ (just click on 'homepage' in my profile). So… here's the chapter, enjoy!

Streams of light flowed through the curtains in the hospital wing and onto Harry's sleeping eyelids. He threw his arm across his eyes, trying to block out the light, but it was too late, he was awake.

(Draco?) He sent, wondering where the other boy had gone.

(Dumbledore wants you in his office. I'm up there now. He told me to tell you to come as soon as you wake up.)

(All right. Tell him I'm coming as soon as I'm dressed.) Harry rolled out of bed, sliding into the robes that someone, presumably a house elf, had laid out for him. He snatched his wand off the bedside table, and left the hospital wing for Dumbledore's office.

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Harry arrived about ten minutes after he'd relayed Dumbledore's message.

"You sent for me, sir?" Harry said.

"Yes Harry. There are two matters which we must attend to." Dumbledore took a deep breath. "First off, the obvious. I have taken the liberty of rearranging your schedules so that you can go back to school without being harmed." The corners of his lips turned up in slight amusement, "I have told the staff and a few students who can be trusted to spread the word that you both attempted to curse each other simultaneously and the two spells combined unexpectedly to tie you together."

"Thank you sir," Harry said. Draco remained silent.

"The second matter is of a much more grave nature." Dumbledore's eyes grew dark. "As you know, the battle outside is raging strong. Things have only gotten worse during the night. Our agents tell us that Voldemort is preparing to come here to Hogwarts and make an attempt at Harry's life. That's all we know right now, but rest assured every precaution will be made to keep his from being successful." Dumbledore smiled gently. "You still have an hour before classes start. Here is your new schedule," he handed then two sheets of paper, "Now be on your way, and the best of luck to you both."

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(It's hard to imagine that a battle's going on just outside these walls…)

"I know. Do you think Dumbledore's told everybody else what's happened yet?" Harry asked.

The two boys were taking advantage of their last hour until they would be forced to rejoin their fellow students. They sat back to back on the soft carpet of the room of requirements.

"It doesn't matter really. Most the Slytherins know by now, so most the school should have heard one way or another." Draco's tone was resigned.

"I suppose your right." Harry glanced down at his watch. "We'd better go get our stuff from the hospital wing, classes start in 15 minutes."

Draco nodded, pushing himself up.

They made their way back to the hospital wing, grabbed their books, and were right on time for transfiguration.

For once, Harry was glad that McGonagall always started on time. He knew, though, that as soon as this class let out, he and Draco would be bombarded with more questions than he cared to answer.

"Today," McGonagall began her lesson, "We will be beginning non-verbal transfiguration. Today we will simply be changing mice into teapots, but without speaking. The instructions are on the board. Please don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions. Begin."

Soon everyone was staring intently at their mouse. The whole room was silent.

Harry and Draco, however, were having some problems.

(I can't concentrate with you talking in my head!) Harry complained as Draco muttered the incantation mentally.

(I can't help it! If I don't think the incantation loud enough for you to hear it, then it's not loud enough for the mouse to hear it. Deal with it.)

(We'll just have to take turns then.)

"Just shut up and work!" Draco said, aggravated.

The whole class jumped, turning to stare at Draco.

"Sorry. Potter was bothering me."

"Mr. Malfoy, is there a problem?" McGonagall admonished.

"No professor." Harry and Draco said at the same time.

(It's going to be a long day, isn't it?) Draco asked.

Harry just smiled.

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"Is it horrible, Harry?" Dean asked as they walked to herbology, one of Draco's classes, together.

"Like you wouldn't believe. He never shuts up." Harry answered, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice.

"I'm right here you know. And not deaf, like you seem to think."

"Shut up Malfoy, we're trying to have a conversation here," Harry told Draco, trying to sound angry.

"So anyways," Dean continued, "Where are you two going to sleep?"

"I don't know, Dumbledore hasn't told us yet," Harry said, just then realizing that Dumbledore hadn't mentioned it.

(Where are we going to sleep?) He asked Draco.

(How the hell should I know? Hopefully Dumbedore'll remember that he didn't tell us and give us a place.)

(Hopefully.)

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Draco was right; it was a very long day. Both of them answered thousands upon millions of questions about their situation, and it became increasingly difficult to keep their story straight.

Dinner was nothing short of a disaster, though Harry hadn't expected anything less. Draco seated among a table of Gryffindors was a recipe for chaos. Draco managed to insult so many people Harry proposed they sit at the Slytherin table the next day.

After dinner, they headed up to the teacher's table to find Dumbledore.

"Professor," Harry said loudly, getting his attention, "Where are Draco and I supposed to sleep?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I thought I'd let you two work that out."

"Slytherin!"

"Gryffindor!" Both boys exclaimed.

Dumbledore simply smiled.

A/N I won't be surprised if nobody reviews, but if anyone would, I'd be very happy…