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A Smirk is Worth a Thousand Words - Chapter 3: A Violent Plea for Help

Draco stared eagerly at the old fashioned clock on the wall. He could just about hear the faint mumbles of Professor Binns talking about witch burnings. Again. He seemed to like that subject.

Draco let out a moan of anxiety, as he counted down the seconds to signal the end of his classes for the day.

59...58...57...

This is just getting stupid, Draco thought.

53...52...53...54...

Wait, what the hell? Draco did a double take at the clock. It was going backwards.

He sighed heavily and put his head in his hands. Come on....ring already.. Draco glanced at the clock again.

37...36...35...

He began to tap his feet on the ground. on...

23...22...21...20...19...

Almost there... Draco was hardly blinking anymore. He had to get out of this class. He had to talk to Harry. Draco shivered at the thought. Civilised conversation with Potter. Ugh.

6...5...4...3...

Draco shoved his book in his bag, swung it over his shoulder, and shot out of the classroom, just as the bell rang.

Damn, what class does he have last on Monday...? Draco ran his hand through his hair. Trewlawney. Draco hated that class, that woman was seriously medicated.

Draco ran all the way up the stairs and up the trap door to the classroom, where he bumped into Harry just leaving.

"Potter!" Draco heaved. "A word?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked around, to make sure Draco was talking to him.

"What are you playing at, Malfoy?" Harry gave him a questioning but stern look.

"I need a word. NOW, Potter." Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and jumped down from the trap door, and around a corner so dark, that Harry couldn't even see his shoes.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry spat, as Draco chucked him to the wall.

"I..I.." Draco just couldn't bring himself to say it. He took a deep breath, "I need your help."

Harry looked quite taken aback. "Ha, forget it! I wouldn't even piss on you if you were on fire!" Harry turned to walk away, but Draco seized his arm and slammed him back against the wall.

"I MEAN IT POTTER! I NEED your help." Draco stated forcefully, gripping tightly to the collar of Harry's robes. Harry struggled a bit, and tried to escape Draco's strong grip. But failed.

Just then, Cho walked past their little corner, and Draco's eyes shifted from Harry to her. He had an idea.

"Say, Potter. Cho is looking quite good today." Draco tried so hard not to break character. "What do you say, we make a deal?" Draco stumbled on his words a bit, and loosened his grip on Harry's robes. This just wasn't fair.

"With you? Are you mental?" Harry raised both his eyebrows and started to walk away again.

"Potter. Don't make me get violent." Draco slammed Harry back up against the wall once again, as Harry let out a moan.

"You..don't call...this violent?" Harry asked, panting and struggling.

"I mean it. I help you, you help me. One time only." Draco couldn't believe he was fraternizing with the enemy.

"And how are you going to help me?" Harry said hotly. "You could help a chicken cross a highway."

Draco opened his mouth as to say something insulting, but closed it, remembering the plan.

"Look, Potter. You like Cho. I can tell."

Harry's mouth fell open.

"I will help you with your little girl problem, if you help me with mine." Draco said through gritted teeth. "Do we have a deal?" "I...adda..wibba...how'd you find out!?" Harry's eyes widened.

"That's not the point, Potter. Do we have a deal?"

"I..Let me get this straight." Harry squirmed beneath Draco's tight grip. "You want me, to help you, with a girl problem?" Harry laughed. "After all the things you've done to me?"

A few passing students were now staring at all the noise they were making.

Draco's eyes were burning with hatred. "Do. We have. A deal?" He could swear his teeth were going to fly right out of his mouth; he was grinding them so hard.

Harry looked Draco directly in his eyes. Draco was serious. Harry sighed. "How exactly are you going to help me?"

Draco gave a smirk. He was finally getting through. "I put in the good word with Cho for you. You know, get her interested."

"Nice try." Said Harry. Draco's heart sank at these words. "But Cho wouldn't listen to you if you paid her."

"I have ways, Potter." Draco took a deep breath. "P..please?"

Harry looked astonished to hear Draco ask nicely. What on earth was going on with him? Harry looked down at the floor. He liked Cho a lot, but did he like her enough to help Malfoy?

Harry looked up from the floor and into Draco's piercing stare. "Fine."

Draco smiled. He had done it. He had a way with words indeed.

"Who's the girl?" Harry raised an eyebrow.