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Chapter 12

Harry and Draco didn't see each other again until lunchtime and then it was a meal that was ate in silence whilst the two traded glares with each other across the table. "Is everything ok, boys?" Tom asked them both mildly, shocking them. Neither was aware that he knew that they were trading glares.

"Everything's fine, Sir," Draco answered for them both.

"And so the glares are just for appearance then, something which you would do in your Father's presence, I presume," Tom said smoothly.

Both Harry and Draco gulped, neither willing to look at the other. "We're sorry, Sir," Harry said.

"Whatever for Harry? You haven't done anything wrong, unless there's something that you two know which I don't..." Tom left the question hanging.

"No Sir," Harry answered quickly. He had been forgetting that this man was Voldemort, but the old fear suddenly came back with it. "N-nothing's going on th-that you don't kn-know about," Harry stammered and he promptly kicked Draco under the table when his twin deliberately hid a wicked grin because Harry was stuttering. Draco only just kept from yelping out loud and glared once more at Harry. When he was sure Tom wasn't looking, Harry narrowed his eyes in return.

"Well then," Tom said once they had finished their meal. "Your Father said something about you having to spend part of the summer studying?"

"Yes Sir," Draco told him. "Some of our marks weren't satisfactory in our end of year exams and we have to study those subjects in addition to doing our summer homework."

"I see," Tom said neutrally. "Which subjects would these be?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Draco jumped in. "History of Magic for both of us, Defence for me and Herbology for Harry."

"Very well, go and get some parchment, quills and ink and come back here and I'll give you a history lesson," Tom instructed them and both Harry and Draco stood and went to their room, side by side, since neither one was willing to follow the other.

This resulted in them falling through the door to their room and landing in a heap on Draco's bed. "Would you please watch where you're going, Potter, and kindly remove yourself from my bed!" Draco spat.

"Believe me, Malfoy, I have no pleasure in being on your bed. I'm going to need to shower now, but I don't have time," Harry shot straight back.

Draco laughed bitterly. "Harry, if you'd stop being such a Gryffindor and apologize, maybe Tom wouldn't be so suspicious of us, because there wouldn't be anything to be suspicious of, we wouldn't be fighting, and he wouldn't tell dad we were fighting."

Harry sneered. "Oh, of course, Draco. You're so Slytherin, you have to save your own neck."

"You called me Draco!"

"Well you called me Harry..." The two boys laughed.

"So I guess we're not fighting anymore, Harry?"

"No." said Harry.

"Good. Then I won't tell your Father," said a voice from the doorway. Harry and Draco panicked! They had forgotten about Tom!

"Sorry, Sir. We forgot to come back out," Harry said. Draco nodded. "Sorry, Sir." Tom smiled at the lads. "Just get your things and come out, and I'll help you with your History, boys." Harry and Draco grinned at each other and grabbed their stuff. Then they followed Tom out of the room. It was good to not be fighting again.

Once back in the dining room, Harry made a point of sitting next to Draco, instead of opposite him. Draco grinned at his twin, who smiled back at him. Both were hoping that Tom was a better teacher at History than Professor Binns was, man was that ghost boring!

Tom, however, deemed to teach them some History that was not in their textbook and soon all three were lost in the world of muggle ancient History, back in the ancient muggle civilisations of the Greeks and the Romans. Both Harry and Draco were fascinated, this was much better than Goblin rebellions, were each and everyone faded into the next and the order got all mixed up in your mind. Once Tom had finished explaining the two boys sat in silence, taking notes on what he had told them. Harry discreetly nudged Draco with his elbow. 'What?' Draco mouthed.

'A much better teacher than Binns, don't you think?' Harry mouthed back to his twin.

'Much' Draco agreed, managing to keep his head bent over his work, but turned at enough of an angle so that he could see Harry easily.

'Do you think we'd be able to convince Dumbledore to fire Binns and hire Tom instead? That way we might actually learn something!' Harry asked, still mouthing his thoughts to Draco.

Draco stifled a giggle. 'I can see that going down well! He-who-must-not-be-named teaching students at Hogwarts History of Magic!'

Harry also had to stifle laughter at this statement, trying desperately not to attraction Tom's attention. 'And he'd have to teach muggleborns!' Harry mouthed once they had both gotten themselves under control and once more they both doubled over in silent laughter.

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