Harry watched Draco tug the cigarette out of his hand before taking a drag and handing it back.

" We need to talk Potter," though he couldn't see Draco's face properly, he could tell by the sound of his voice that he was nervous, guarded, like he was asking a teacher for an extension on their project.

" What about, Malfoy," Harry asked, casually dipping the cigarette into his mouth and letting the smoke wallow out.

" Don't fuck with me, Potter," Draco said, regaining some on the menace usually present in his voice.

Harry sighed and lied on his back, staring upwards at the star splattered sky.

"Fine Draco, what do we need to talk about?"

" What you saw today… no one can find out about it, my dad will fucking kill me and it's no one else's business what I do and who I do it with. So what can I do to make this all go away? Just say it and I'll…what the fuck are you doing?"

" Trying to blow smoke rings," Harry said before sucking in more smoke and sticking his tongue out, exhaling the smoke while trying to mould it around his tongue.

"Well Malfoy, there's nothing you have I want," Harry stated, abandoning his attempts and snubbing his cigarette out on the grass. " I don't need money, I don't want your friendship and I certainly don't want a blow job."

"Fuck you Potter, just cause I'm gay doesn't mean I'd sex any male that offers it," Draco fumed, bringing his knees up to his chest and folding his arms over them.

Harry smirked to himself. Touchy bastard. Suddenly Harry was struck with a stroke of brilliance.

" Ok Malfoy. There's something you can do for me that doesn't involve sexual favours… I want you to help me get Weasley back. He embarrassed me in front of my whole house and that's not acceptable. Just for fucking his sister… any way, get back at Weasley without him being able to trace it back to you or I and we'll be even. Your filthy little secret will be buried with me."

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"So, in order for you to keep my secret… you want me to seek revenge on my worst enemy."

" I'm hurt Draco, I always thought I was your worst enemy. But basically yes. Do we have a deal," Harry asked, holding his hand out to Draco.

" I believe we do, Mr. Potter," Draco said, shaking it firmly before standing, wiping the blades of grass from the bum of his robes and casually strolling back towards the castle.

Harry contemplated going back to the Gryffindor common room but decided against it; he really wasn't in the mood for another scene. Regretting not bringing his invisibility cloak or map, Harry carefully made his way back to the castle and wound his way through the corridors and up countless staircases until he finally arrived at the Room of Requirement.

As Harry pushed the door open a huge queen sized four-poster bed lay in front of him, drowned underneath a thick black canopy. Next to the bed was a handsome set of draws, upon which lay a pair of flannelette pyjamas and a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

" Ahh, excellent."

Dear Ginny,

I thought we had fun together. You and I both know that we were just getting what we needed and there were not emotions involved, so I don't know why you felt the need to go to Ron about it. I thought you were mature enough to handle the situation, but obviously Ron was right, you are just a little girl.

Yours,

Harry

PS You used me just as much as I used you and you know it.

Harry scrawled this note quickly on a piece of parchment before heading up to the owlery the next morning. After attaching the note to the foot of a school owl, so Ron didn't know Harry was contacting his sister, Harry headed out to the grounds. He was in no mood to be jeered at and stared at by his fellow Gryffindors and though he had an amazing nights sleep, he still felt so exhausted.

After walking 3 laps of the lake, Harry decided it was late enough that the Gryffindor common room would be relatively empty, thus allowing him to grab the cloak, his map, and some of his clothes and books meaning he could move into the Room of Requirement. He didn't think any other student had ever done it before, moved out of their dorm room without requesting permission, so he wasn't entirely sure what would happen, and at that time he didn't really care.

By the time he lugged all his things into the Room of Requirement, it was almost time to go to classes. But Harry had a couple of spare minutes to observe what the room had moulded into since he had last seen it. A large chest of drawers and a wardrobe stood in one corner and a desk, lamp, and bookshelf full of books (mainly reference but a few excellent looking ones thrown in.)

Harry smiled to himself, this room would do him perfectly until Ron either grew up, died at the hands of Malfoy, or Dumbledore kicked him out. With these thoughts on his mind, a very satisfied Harry potter made his way to his first class.

Harry sat down at the very end of the Gryffindor table at lunch, wanting to avoid any Ron related incidents. His morning had been incredibly boring and excruciatingly long having to endure double History of Magic with Professor Binn's. It was more horrible then usual because he had to force himself to stay awake, no longer having Hermione to rely on for notes.

He had started on his second serving of Shepard's Pie when a beautiful brown school owl swooped down and presented himself to Harry. This was highly unusual because the post usually only arrived during breakfast or after school hours.

Dear Harry,

Look, it's not my fault Ron found out ok, we were playing a game of magical truth or dare and I chose truth… Simone asked me who I had last slept with and I had to say you. You physically can't lie during a game of magical truth or dare. I'm so sorry it caused such a fight between you and Ron, but he didn't exactly go easy on me either. It's the first time since we were really little that I thought he was actually going to hit me.

I'm sorry… ok?

Friends?

Ginny

Harry looked up and scanned the table for the red head and when he finally located her, he could tell she was purposely avoiding his gaze.

Sighing Harry fished a quill and ink out of his bag and scribbled on the back of the parchment.

Friends. Talk to you later.

Before re-folding it, giving the school owl a piece of bread and heaving himself up from the table. He swung his book bag back over his shoulder before depositing the quill and ink back into it. Sauntering almost the full length of the Gryffindor table, Harry stopped at Ginny, leaning forward and placing the note in front of her before winking at Ron a further few paces down, before finally making his way out of the hall.

A/n Ok folks, this was mainly a plot setter-upper so I hope it wasn't to boring, the next chapter is already in progress so hopefully you won't have to wait long!

Oh and thank you to my beautiful beta. Without you babe my story would just be ramblings of a mad, mad chicken.