As usual, I don't own them. I own this laptop though. And I own my clothes. And that bar of chocolate is MINE thank you very much. But I still don't own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy, or indeed any of the things created by good old JKR. Her writing is much more profitable than mine... Oh well...

Uh-oh, my muse (Kenshin) has just picked up a couple of cushions, whilst trying to look innocent... I'd better get writing or he'll start whapping me again...

Oh. I would like to say: Bad fic making me write you when I'm supposed to be sleeping... I hope you appreciate me :)

On with the show...

The Landing

"Good point... What are we going to say to Snape when we get in there..." Draco chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. "Ah, have you done any work on the transfigurations yet?" He asked of me.

"Yeah, I started it last week - I'm about half done. I think." Now it was my turn to look worried. "If he asks me about it I'm not going to be able to say much so...you can say it was really basic stuff you were going over?" I looked up hopefully.

Draco stared at me and slowly nodded. "That should shut him up for a few seconds but... Why would I agree to help you?"

"You might have gone temporarily insane?" I suggested with a half-smile and was rewarded with a light punch to the shoulder. "Alright, alright... Just say I now owe you a favour or something..."

Draco's lips curved up into a malicious smile. "Oh trust me, Harry... You owe me big-time... I just haven't thought of how you will be repaying me yet..." He stared deep into my eyes, light reflecting from the torches, casting flame-light into his eyes, making them burn. He looked very Slytherin at that moment and I was suddenly glad that my excuse was also his... I swallowed hard.

"Lead the way, Oh Lord..." I quipped, and laughed happily as he sauntered to the door of our next class. Into Potions we go, oh my... I said to myself. I had a bad feeling about this...

Draco pushed the door to the dungeon open wide and strutted - there was no other word for it - he strutted in like he owned the place. I hurried after him, sweeping the books from the floor into my arms. I got into the room in time to hear Snape agreeing that since I was so rubbish at Potions, maybe Draco could teach me something. I slunk into the room, trying to be unseen as I took my seat. No such luck.

"Potter." A gravelly voice sounded from the front of the room. I looked at him, fear plain on my face, wondering how many detentions I was about to receive. "You will sit at the front of the room with Malfoy from now on. I can only hope that he will be able to make information stick in your tiny little mind. You will also NOT be late for my classes again, on pain of...pain." Snape raised an eyebrow and stared at me, daring me to say something. I sighed quietly and moved my bag to a desk next to Draco, giving a very worried-looking Hermione a reassuring smile and a nod, knowing she'd understand that I'd tell her later.

I sat down, books and scrolls sliding out across the table-top, Draco pushing them back in my direction, expressionless. I sat through the lesson, writing notes but not concentrating, only being able to think of the boy, no, the man next to me who was confusing me so much. Why was he helping me? And since when did I start to fancy Draco...

Ok, it's short... My musejust went outclothes shopping. Nuts.

Hopefully he'll be back soon and I can get on with this fic...