Apart from the fact that Remus Lupin had returned as the Defence Against the Darks arts professor, along with a man named Miles Morton, the Feast was nothing out of the usual. Harry attracted the usual stares and pathetically non-inconspicuous whispering and pointing. Ron and Hermione had been overly cheerful and watchful of Harry, which was beginning to find increasingly annoying, but he hid this as he knew the only way they would stop was if he started behaving 'normally'. So it was an evening of fake cheer all round.

All things considered Harry was glad when his head finally hit the pillow that night, and so his frown was filled with annoyance when he felt the parchment hidden inside his pillow case crumple. Sighing he pulled it out, and muttering a quiet 'Lumos' read the quickly scrawled note on it.

Ten minutes later the cold night air was washing gently over him as he stepped out onto the Astronomy Tower. He pulled off his invisibility cloak and walked to the middle of the castle wall and slid down it to the ground.

"Hey." He murmured. Jas turned to look at him, the moonlight highlighting her face, making her crystal blue eyes sparkle more than usual. She smiled at him sadly.

"Hey." She whispered and turned back to staring over the castle wall and up at the night sky.

Silently she rested her head on his shoulder. Unconsciously he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She looked up at him questioningly.

"It's cold out here." was all he said. She smiled and snuggled further into his side.

Harry woke up the next morning on his own, with a stiff neck, on the Astronomy Tower. Taking a quick glance at his watch and noticing it wasn't much past six he grabbed his invisibility cloak and ran back to the common room.

It was empty when he arrived so he pulled off his cloak and crept up to his dorm.

He went down to breakfast once he showered and changed as everyone else was still sleeping. The Great Hall was practically empty when he entered, Harry headed straight for the Gryffindor table, which was completely empty, and grabbed a piece of toast and poured himself some orange juice.

He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching to see Professor McGonagal. She smiled thinly at him.

"Potter. I have your results, and your time table we based it on the fact that you expressed and interest in becoming an Auror, if you wish to make any changes come and see me sometime today." She said and handed him an envelope and his timetable.

"Thank you Professor." He said, she nodded and returned to the head table.

Harry hadn't really thought much about his results over the summer, it hadn't seemed that important then. Now however . . . He looked at the envelope nervously. But then again they'd already set his timetable, and McGonagal had said it was based on his wish to be an Auror, so he must have got the right grades, right? Decisively he slit open the envelope and pulled out the parchment within.

O.W.L (Ordinary Wizarding Level) Results

Pass Grades: O - Outstanding

E -Exceeds Expectations

A - Acceptable

Fail Grades: P - PoorP -Poor

D - Dreadful

T - Troll

You - HARRY JAMES POTTER - have received the following grades:

Astronomy: A

Care of Magical Creatures: E

Charms: E

Defence Against the Dark arts: O

Divination: P

Herbology: E

History of Magic: P

Potions: E

Transfiguration: E

Harry smiled, that wasn't so bad, basically how he'd expected to do. He folded up the parchment and replaced it in the envelope and scanned through his timetable. He was taking Charms, Defence Against the Dark arts, Herbology, Potions and Transfiguration. Hang on! Potions? Harry double checked his timetable. Potions, how the hell . . .? Had Dumbledore been pulling strings? Harry was slightly relieved, but still, if he didn't really deserve to be there, even if it was because of Snape's unreasonably high standards . . . Snape wouldn't be happy . . .

Lost in thought Harry didn't notice when someone sat down next to him until they cleared their throat. Harry looked up and frowned.

"Malfoy?"

"Potter." He nodded looking uncomfortable.

"Something you wanted?"

"Right, yes." Malfoy took a deep breath. "A truce."

"A what?" Harry laughed.

"You heard me Potter." Malfoy hissed.

"And this would entail?" Harry asked curiously.

"No friendly drinks in the Three Broomsticks or anything. Just an end to the pranks, hexes, fights that sort of thing. I'm sure we both have enough to contend with without it." He said. "But I reserve my right to verbally abuse you." he added.

"As long as I can to, I don't see why not, unless you do something to piss me off or end up getting your little tattoo when Jas isn't looking in which case I'd have to kick your arse." Harry said taking a bite of his toast. Malfoy glared at him.

"How do you know about that?" he whispered, eyes darting around the near empty hall.

"That's for me to know." Harry grinned. Malfoy made an attempt to look unconcerned.

"Whatever Potter. Do we have a deal?"

"Sure." Harry said and held out his hand. Malfoy looked hesitant. "I'm not contagious I assure you." he said. Rolling his eyes Malfoy took his hand. "Nice doing business with you Draco." Harry said and turned back to his breakfast. Malfoy scowled.

"Enjoy your breakfast Harry." He muttered before he stalked off to the Slytherin table. It was only as his eyes followed him that Harry noticed Jas sitting and watching them, grinning happily. Their eyes met for a second and he rolled his eyes at her, she continued grinning and turned t greet Draco as he sat down.

"What was that about?" Ginny asked as she sat down next to Harry.

"Mornin' Ginny." He said and polished off the rest of his toast.

"What was that about?"

"What was what about?" Harry retorted.

"Harry."

"Nothing."

"What was nothing?" Ron asked as he sat down on Harry's other side, Hermione opposite them.

"Harry and Malfoy having a cosy little chat." Ginny said, Harry glared at her.

"What?" Ron spluttered.

"They shook hands and everything." Ginny said as she buttered herself a piece of toast. Hermione turned round to look at the Slytherin table, Harry followed her gaze and caught Malfoy's eye. He smiled brightly and waved. Harry laughed so hard his orange juice came out his nose. Ginny 'ew'd' beside him. Harry looked back up to see Malfoy smirking at them.

"They made a truce." Luna voiced from behind them at the Ravenclaw table. "I was eavesdropping." She added.

"Thanks for that Luna." Harry said sarcastically.

"You're quite welcome." She said brightly before returning to her breakfast.

"A truce? With Malfoy?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Don't worry, I made sure I reserved the right to do him in if he gets himself branded." Harry said flippantly as he finished off his orange juice.

"But Harry, it's Malfoy." Ron said. Harry ignored him. He stretched so that his neck clicked satisfyingly and picked up his results and timetable and shoved them into his bag.

"I'm going to see if I can speak to McGonagal before class." He said standing up, his eyes following her as she exited the Great Hall.

"Harry were those your O.W.L results?" Hermione asked

"I'll see you later." Harry said as he quickly walked out of the hall after his head of house, intending to ask her if he was getting special treatment or if Snape had inexplicable lowered the entry requirements for his class.

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