"So, we become the form of whatever animal best suits our personalities?" Harry asked Draco after dragging through the first chapter of Animagus Magic.

"Yeah," Draco replied, setting his book down on top of Harry's. "So, we have to have a list of possible animals and reasons for those choices tomorrow. You want to meet back here during lunch tomorrow? It's kind of late, and we still have to pick a potion for Snape."

"About that, we have to pick an already existing potion and theorize ways to make it better, yes?"

Draco nodded.

"I was thinking. What about the Wolfsbane potion. See if we can find a way for it to completely cure the lycanthropy, instead of just remedy it's effects."

"Maybe you're not quite half as dumb as I thought."

Harry quirked an eyebrow, but the blonde ignored him.

"Well, time for bed. If the rest of our classes are any indication, we've got a dorm together, Potter."

Harry awoke the next morning to a thud. "Ron?" he called out sleepily.

"No, dumbass, he's rooming with Boot, remember?"

"Fuck. Draco."

"Yes, we all know you want to fuck me." There was a pause in which Harry's snort was clearly heard. "And did you just call me Draco?"

"You expect me to remember anything this bloody early?"

"Not a morning person, eh?"

"No. And you're a right bastard in the morning. Lea'me the fuck alone."

"No, breakfast is going to start in ten minutes, go shower."

"Yes, dear," Harry mocked.

"Fuck you, Harry."

"You know you want to," Harry said as he dissapeared into the bathroom.

Harry left for breakfast as Draco took over the bathroom. Once in the Great Hall, he sat beside Ron, who was sitting beside Hermione.

The two kept glancing at each other, but still avoiding the other's eyes. "Oh, for the love of everything holy, guys, your sexual tension is killing me! Ron, Hermione does like you. 'Mione, Ron adores you. Now go find a room and discuss."

The pair blushed, but ran off anyway. Harry sighed as Draco took Ron's recently vacated seat.

"Those two finally leave for snog?"

"Yeah. About damn time, too. It's only taken them seven years."

Draco laughed. Harry gave him a calculating look, before holding out his hand. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter, and you are?"

Draco quirked his eyebrow, but took the proffered hand and grinned, "Oh my God! The Harry Potter? Can I see your scar? Draco Malfoy, by the way."

By now, everyone was staring at them watching, waiting. Harry laughed. "My own little fanboy, huh?"

Now Draco laughed. "Not quite, Harry."

"Ron'll shit a brick."

"You WHAT!"

"I'm pretty sure he's not a Death Eater, mate."

"Pretty sure? There's still some doubt, huh?"

"There's always doubt."

"But, he's MALFOY!"

"Hey, Harry, I don't see a brick, yet," Draco joked.

"And he's calling you Harry! And what's this about a brick?"

Harry glared at Draco. "Nothing, Ron, he's just trying to be funny."

"But, he..." Ron stopped and stared at Harry dumbfounded. "Wait, you mean he has a sense of humour? That isn't at the expense of another person?"

"Yes, he does. He can be quite funny when he wants to be."

"Hey!" Draco called. "You know, 'he' can hear you. 'He' is here." The three laughed together. "Oh, god, that has to be one for the history books."

"Come on, let's go find 'Mione."

"Well, I can't say I didn't see it coming."

Harry laughed. "Always one step ahead of all of us, huh?"

"Always, Harry, dear."

"Now, don't go calling me 'dear'. Ron might get jealous," Harry winked.

"Huh? What?" was Ron's intelligent response.

Lunch found Harry and Draco in the kitchens with rolls of parchment and an untouched chocolate cake. They were looking over each others' lists and editing them. Once they had finished, Harry cut two slices of the cake, handing one to Draco, and biting into the other as he did so.