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A/N I know. Another late chapter. My only excuse is that I'm moving, and my computer is at one house and half the time I'm at the other. Reviews are, as always, greatly appreciated. And on another note, I recently discovered that the lines I was using to show scene changes disappeared somewhere between the preview and the actual post. So this chapter and last chapter I used random initials. yay.

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(This is stupid. Why couldn't you just be reasonable and sleep in Slytherin?) Draco complained as he and Harry lay in bed.

(For the same reason you couldn't suck it up and sleep in Gryffindor. Which we will do tomorrow.) Harry replied grumpily.

Soon after Dumbledore had told them to find their own place to stay, a duel had commenced. They'd come out in a draw, both of them refusing to sleep in the other's room. Which was why they were both sleeping in their clothes in the room of requirements.

(Don't be ridiculous. We'll sleep alternate. Slytherin then Gryffindor, in that order.) Draco said primly.

(We'll flip a coin in the morning. For now, shut up and go to sleep.)

"Good night then Harry," Draco responded happily, thinking of the weighted coin he had stowed in his school bag.

"Good night Draco."

They both drifted off to sleep.

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Draco woke up in Harry's arms. He had no idea how he had gotten from his separate bed to his current position in Harry's. Not that he was complaining.

Draco had discovered some time ago that he enjoyed Harry's touch. At first he was surprised; he'd never like anyone getting near him before. But things were different with Harry, they'd always been. Even before they were friends, Harry'd been able to get reactions out of him that no one else had been able to come even close to.

Harry pulled closer to Draco in his sleep, bringing his lips up against Draco's neck. Draco's body shivered pleasantly.

He glanced over at the clock next to Harry's bed; breakfast didn't start for another hour. Draco smiled to himself, curled up a bit closer to Harry, and went back to sleep.

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About two hours later Harry was glaring at Draco from across the Slytherin table in the great hall.

(If they kill me, I hold you fully responsible.) Said Harry coldly while a seventh year sitting next to him twirled a knife around in his hand, smirking threateningly at him.

(They won't hurt you. At least I think they won't. Just don't get caught alone and you'll be fine.) Answered Draco, developing a smirk of his own.

(Shut up and eat so we can get out of here.) Draco's smirk only increased.

"Dimitiv, why don't you put down that knife, you're scaring out guest," Draco told the seventh year, smiling broadly.

Dimitiv put down the knife, grinning, in what appeared to Harry in a very evil manner.

Harry was getting increasingly scared for his life. He didn't like the way the Slytherins were looking at him. They all looked thoroughly amused at his nervousness.

Harry's musings were abruptly cut off by a couple of first years a bit farther down the table, who had stared cursing each other under the table. One of them was nursing a burn on his hand, while the other muttered rapid incantations in attempt to make his goblet unstick it's self from the table.

(Shouldn't someone help them?)

Draco scoffed. (Harry, if we intervened every time a couple of Slytherins got in a fight, there'd be no time for anything else.)

(How often do you guys fight?)

(I'd guess one break out about once every ten minutes. We only get a serious one about once a day.)

(Wow.)

(Welcome to Slytherin.)

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Transfiguration phenomenally boring as usual, so they took the opportunity to flip Draco's coin to see where they would sleep that night.

Draco called it right, so Harry snatched the coin away from him, glaring at Draco as he flipped it again, and again…and again, watching it come up heads every time.

(Why am I willing to bet this coin will land heads every time?)

(Can't imagine.) Draco resisted a smile. (You're just mad I won. Slytherin tonight!)

Harry sighed resignedly.

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It was during potions that Collin Creevey entered with the message that Dumbledore wanted to see Harry and Draco in his office. The boys exchanged frightened looks, getting up and taking the now familiar route to Dumbledore's office.

"Thank you Collin. You may go back to class now." Creevey nodded, exiting the office.

"Now. Harry, Draco." Dumbledore's tone was sad, almost pitying. Harry's legimancy stung with foreign emotion as he felt Dumbledore's pain.

"What is it sir?" Harry prompted.

"I know that you two are going through a hard time already, but there is something I must add to your burden,

The battle outside has turned, and not for the good. I'm sure you understand the importance of not letting the dark side have Hogwarts. Not only is Hogwarts a symbol of hope for the light, but it also holds our most valuable asset; our young witches and wizards."

Both Harry and Draco were getting anxious at this point, and Dumbledore must have sensed this, for the jumped to the point.

"I really do hate to ask this of you. But our main priority right now is to keep Hogwarts students safe. All students are being moved to the dungeons for safety. I need you two to help organize this movement. I know that neither of you are head boy, but I also know that your peers look up to both of you, and will follow you." Dumbledore sighed wearily. "We're becoming desperate. The breach of Hogwarts looks almost inevitable. Most of the professors are currently in the field, be it fighting, healing of working battle strategy. This is a lot of responsibility, but I think together you can do it. Do you think you can have the entire school in the safely in the dungeons by this time tomorrow?"

(I think we can handle it, don't you?) Draco's voice was full of self-confidence, but Harry could feel his fear.

"We'll do it."

"Thank you, both of you. I would handle it myself, but there honestly isn't enough time. Our resources are stretched thin. Here's a list of all the passwords you should need. Good luck." Dumbledore nodded a dismissal, already rising and heading towards his fire-place and floo powder.

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(Things must be pretty bad out there.) Harry's voice shook slightly in Draco's mind.

(It's ok. Hogwarts dungeons are one of the most secure places on earth. There's plenty of room in Slytherin for everyone. We've got a whole separate wing of dorms that nobody uses. The common room's also fairly big.)

Harry smiled, remembering back to second year.

(I know. The trouble'll be getting everybody down there. I suspect we should make an announcement during dinner while everyone's there. You should probably talk to the Slytherins about it first though, you know, warning them and all.)

"I should. Or I could just let it be a surprise." Draco smirked that the thought. "Yes, let's just let it be a surprise."

Harry laughed at the happily wicked tone to Draco's voice.

"What do you say we ditch our last couple of classes. We can just say we were planning," Draco suggested.

"Sure. We've got enough time to go down to Hogsmeade and get lunch, since you insisted we spend lunch here studying."

"I missed arithmancy this morning for your stupid divination class. Lunch was the only time to catch up," Draco said defensively.

"Whatever. That doesn't make me any less hungry."

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Less than a half an hour later, the two boys were sitting across from each other at the three broomsticks, Harry shoving down a sandwich, Draco slowly eating his, glaring distastefully at Harry.

"You could at least try and eat civilly," He said disdainfully.

"I could. But my way is much faster," Harry said, smiling brightly, having already finished his sandwich.

Draco shook his head hopelessly.

"We should work out who sleeps where tonight," Draco suggested.

"Do you reckon there's enough room for Gryffindor in the common room?"

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment, then, "Yeah, I think so. The Ravenclaws can have the extra space in the dorms we use, and the Hufflepuffs can have the extra wing."

"Sounds good. I was thinking, is there a place where a group of us older students from each house could sleep so we could form a sort of counsel, you know, to plan how to keep all the other students calm and all?"

"Hmm… Yes! There are a couple of teacher's rooms pretty much in the center of things. That's a good idea, but I don't think we should take all the older students, maybe just five from each house."

Harry nodded. "That's good with me. Who do we take though?"

The following debate took up all the remaining time 'till dinner, but in the end, they worked it out.

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Hermione was, once again worried. Harry hadn't shown up for lunch, had been taken out of classes to see Dumbledore, and neither he nor Draco had been seen since. She took her place at Gryffindor table, beside Ron.

There were numerous absences that she noted immediately. Both Harry and Malfoy were both missing, along with Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, and a few other teachers.

She didn't know what was going on, but she was certain, whatever it was, she didn't like it one bit.

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