-CHAPTER SIX-
Harry smile weakly on Draco and tried to focus on the assignment. "Ok…well, we could each write an essay and then sort of combine them to form a whole one," he suggested.
Draco nodded curtly, "Yeah, sure."
For the next twenty-odd minutes the room was quiet; the silence broken only by the scratching of quills and the turning of pages.
Eventually Draco threw down his quill. "Here, I've written some," he said, pushing his parchment toward Harry. As Harry reached out to grab it, his fingers touched Draco's. But this time Harry didn't jerk away; Draco did.
The blond boy tried to cover up his discomfort with a glare. Harry tried to calm the quiver in his stomach and the movement in his groin, but it was to no avail.
He glanced over what Draco had written. There was about half a page, written in Draco's careless scrawl. "Yeah, this is good," he said, genuinely impressed. Draco had good writing skills; this was obvious even in an essay draft.
"Yeah, yours is pretty good too," Draco said, passing Harry his draft back.
They worked for another 15 minutes before Draco put his things aside. "We've probably done enough for tonight," he said.
"Yep," Harry agreed, "we can finish it off next time."
"Ok…uh, when shall we meet again?" Draco asked as he stood up.
"Same time tomorrow?" Harry asked. His 'problem' had gone away, thankfully, so he stood too.
"Ok, well, I've got things to do," Draco said, walking to the doorway. Harry resisted a sudden urge to pounce on him, but merely nodded and followed Draco to the door.
"See you tomorrow," Harry said as he stepped out of the Room of Requirement.
"Yeah, uh, see you," Draco replied, brushing past Harry.
Harry watched Draco's' retreating back, and admired the Slytherin's perky butt enclosed in tight black jeans, and couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know how he was going to survive the next two weeks.