He woke early in the morning, probably just before everyone went off for breakfast. He gave Potter a glance and bit his lower lip. "Morning," he whispered, and then left the sleeping boy to himself, going off to breakfast. Draco walked slowly, and he noticed his robes where slightly crumpled but otherwise, he didn't seem unlike usual. The Great Hall only held a few students, but it seemed a great deal more now that the students were squeezed together at one table. He sat down and chewed on a muffin in thought.

Waking as the candles flickered to life another half-hour later, Harry pulled his glasses on. Draco had already left. With a small smile, he took one last look around the room, before walking towards the Great Hall. Ah, good. He was late. Sitting down, and taking a crumpet, he took a small bite, looking around. He saw him- Pansy simpering at his arm, Blaise on his right, wolfing down toast. Ginny plonked herself into the seat next to him. "Morning," she told him. Startled from his thoughts, he said the polite good morning in return. "Why weren't you in the Tower last night?" He froze. "Needed to think," he mumbled. "Blaise said Malfoy wasn't there either. Were you two fighting?" Harry shook his head. "I never saw Malfoy. I was... I was with Remus. And anyway- Blaise?" His eyebrow raised as the girl flushed, muttering something about making inter-house friends.

Malfoy turned his head with the rest of the Slytherin's as Harry came in and took a seat with his pals. Draco watched him talk with Ginny and rolled his eyes. That girl was so close to him it sprang a slight anger within him, ha! Jealousy... 'I wasn't jealous'. He told himself in his mind and acted as if he was enjoying the company, everyone asking him what he had done. He gave them a cock and bull story about going up to the Astronomy tower and fighting Potter- who was doing an astrology assignment at the time. Pansy snorted with laughter. "Potter had to take extra credit Astronomy?" she shrieked. Harry snorted into his pumpkin juice, knowing what had happened. Ginny looked at him in worry. "Harry..?"

"I'm fine," he laughed. He returned to gazing at Draco until he caught Blaise looking back, and flushed. Was Blaise Zabini staring.. at Ginny? Blaise went redder than Potter and went into hiding behind a Ravenclaw fifth year.

Draco looked up at Pansy as she practically shrieked it across the whole room. He hoped that the teachers wouldn't hear about this... "Yeah, apparently he sucked at it so much last year he had to start as early as possible this year," he said trying to speak low so as not to attract more attention. Harry flashed Blaise a grin, and scowled at Pansy. Stupid bitch, he thought, and stood abruptly. Almost time to get ready for class...he'd go now. He made his way up to Gryffindor Tower, feeling several sets of eyes on his back. Shaking the feeling off, he got his Herbology books, and waited by the ninth Greenhouse, like it said on his timetable, and waited for the sixth and seventh years. Draco frowned as Harry walked away. 'Draco Malfoy you are a git,' he thought solemnly. 'Harry is bound to knock your head off next time your alone with him.' He took a good swig of pumpkin juice. Ah, as if he would be alone with Potter again, he snorted to himself. Now, to stand or not to stand? He'd wait; it would be suspicious if he 'followed' Potter.

The Gryffindor was looking through the Greenhouse wall, admiring a dragonplant. A red contraption that shot fire. Nasty- but pretty, he'd decided. He was joined by Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Luna a few moments later. Ignoring their idle chatter, Harry scuffed his shoe against a rock. Nodding in answer to a question, Ron's eyes shot skyward. "You... WHAT!"

Ginny smirked. "Told you."

Harry looked up. "What did I just agree to?" he asked, slightly anxious. Hermione smirked. "Ginny just asked if you were gay, perhaps... She wasn't serious."

Harry's eyebrows imitated Ron's. "I am NOT!" he said, shocked.

"Teaching you to pay attention," Ginny remarked cheekily.

Draco was unfortunately taking Care of Magical Creatures but on the plus side, he could see, from far away, Potter's Puppet Pals walk on in after their friend. He knew Harry was in there then, they didn't happen to be far from one another.

"Draco what are you looking at them for?" Pansy asked with distaste. Draco frowned. "Cause… I'm trying to come up with a new insult." He lied blindly.

She grinned. "Oooh… do tell."

"I told you, I'm thinking one up- I can't tell you because it isn't finished yet.

Pansy gave him a slight glare and then walked a little further away in a huff. 'She'll come crawling back,' he thought and sat down for the lesson.

Harry himself was a little disappointed that he wasn't sharing Herbology with the Slytherins- but then again, the Slytherin sixth and seventh years were big enough to be a class on their own, and Herbology wasn't one of the classes that had multiple teachers. Shrugging this off, he started taking the notes that Professor Sprout had put up on the board, and ignoring Hermione's inquiring glances. Maybe, just maybe, he'd see the blond in potions. Not like he'd work with him- the class would be divided into pairs. But still... There was hope. Especially with Slughorn, who had been an enthusiastic second to McGonagall's 'interhouse relationship' turn.

Hagrid was meant to teach them about Acromantla but with the loss of Aragog, it had become a subject he could not teach. He decided instead to educate the children on Demiguise. The creature, at this point in time, was invisible as he brought it, with a shackle around one of his invisible arms to the class who watched with interest. "Now today class we'll be learning abou' the creature which makes th' invisibility cloak."

Draco's attention had been caught and once Hagrid had passed the animal food, it showed itself for what it really was- somewhat a silvery gorilla. Draco blinked at it, smaller then him but about as wide as Hagrid, it chewed on the leafy vegetable he had been handed. His book open, he took notes on the animal- he was interested in this creature, for its magical property.

"Harry…"

Harry turned to Luna, smiling. She was the only one who didn't make it routine to ask if he was okay. "Yeah?"

"Would you work with me on this Butterfly Pod?"

Nodding, Harry started to strip the fluttering fruits off the plant- antidotes for light-headedness if brewed in the right potion, he'd learned. Ginny looked a bit taken aback, but didn't mind. She was simply glad Harry hadn't snapped at the blonde girl. Looking at the fluttering things, Harry couldn't help but laugh. It was a fair bit amazing that a plant would fly. Finishing that, he started on the 'bookwork' part of the lesson, when Ginny slipped him a note. Opening it, he raised a brow.

'What's catching your attention in Care of Magical Creatures? I know it isn't the Demiguise. Hagrid showed you him over the holidays.'

He shot her a small smirk, and hissed to her, "You're more interested than me… Isn't Blaise looking fine today?"

The redhead flushed, and hurried out, as they'd been dismissed. Luna bustled off after her, but Hermione and Ron looked miffed. Harry just smiled, shrugging.

Draco stood up and walked back to the castle. Potions, oh goodie, staring at Potter for two hours while trying to come up with excuses to his 'friends'. He walked beside Blaise, muttering to him about Slughorn being their new head of house and what each of them thought- many insults flicked about between them as they made their way to the dungeons.

Harry, though, wasn't there. He was still talking to Hagrid, who had caught him as he left the Greenhouse. He wasn't too upset about this- Slughorn wouldn't mind if he was late, too much. And, this year, he would be perfect at Potions, even without Snape's book. He'd made a point of learning all the tips and so on that he could over the holidays, just to spite Snape- he could do all this himself, without that wretched book. But, he didn't want to think of that at that moment. He instead listened to Hagrid, and was surprised when he was handed a large sack. "Enough in there for one more, I spose," he said, referring to an Invisibility Cloak. Harry blinked, and shook his head. "Oh, Hagrid…" He took it at the giants protests, saying to have it made, and to give it to someone special. It wasn't for him. He owled the large yet feather light sack off with Hedwig, and made his way to Potions, fifteen minutes late. Stopping at the door, his stomach dropped. Who would he be partnered with…?

Draco was left without a partner. Blaise had been partnered off with Ginny- much to his delight- and Hermione with Ron, everyone else had paired together and Draco sat at the back. "Potter you git, where are you?" he asked himself and then catching a few odd looks, bit his lower lip and went on with his project. In the end was just sitting around fiddling with his silver dagger, slicing small patterns into his cutting board.

It wasn't like he wanted to make the love potion, all the happy people going about and filling the room with pink, purple and even black smoke. Just because they needed more 'love' in the world.

"Only take one drop, as even this amount, will put you under the spell of obsessive love for just an hour. It had been set out so it was girl and guy, much to half the classes disgust when they got paired with someone they didn't like. That's why he wasn't making the potion, because Harry was another guy, and they were the only two left.

Bursting into the classroom, breathless, he skidded to a halt in front of Slughorn's desk. "Sorry I'm late, Professor…"

Slughorn just chuckled. "Not to worry, not to worry! We're working on a love potion… Not that you and your partner need to take it, we'll give it to another pair to try!" He chuckled again, and Harry whirled around to face the class, and to his surprise, he saw Malfoy by himself. Flushing red, though the Gryffindor's thought it was from anger; he made his way over. "Hey, Malfoy," he muttered, sitting next to him.

"Look who it is..." Draco replied and moved over slightly to give him more space. He put the dagger down and smiled slightly. "We get to make a love potion together, how does that make you feel?" He asked and began chopping up a bit of grass that had been freshly plucked from the grounds. He smashed it with his pestle and then stuck the muck into the cauldron putting it under a low flame.

Harry snorted with derisive laughter. "All good and tingly inside?" he asked dryly. 'Don't need a love potion to do that, anyway', he thought to himself- though certainly not about any blond Slytherin. He wouldn't let Malfoy hear that though. He took his scales, starting to measure out the dew. He was aware that the occupants of the room were carefully sneaking glances at the two 'rivals'- well, as far as they knew, they were rivals. Harry wasn't sure what they were, anymore. Then where did that leave them? "So," he said, in a conversation like tone. "Who's gonna take the potion?"

"I don't want to act a lunatic running around screaming at the top of my lungs 'I love Harry Potter'," Draco replied with a snort. He worked slowly, carefully- he didn't want to screw this up, for Harry or himself. "You take it, I need another fan in my hectic life." Eyes of grey danced, the spark hadn't come back but something was there that hadn't been over the holidays.

Harry groaned. "Can't we just donate it to Slughorn? You know I'm deeply in love with you anyway." His second part of that comment dripped with sarcasm, and a few people tittered. Shrugging, he looked back into those grey eyes, smirking, masking the genuine smile he wanted to show. Dumping the dew in carefully, he stirred it a few times. "Besides, I don't want to drink anything with your blood in it."

It was true- last ingredient was the blood of the one the potion would make the drinker fall for. "Might be poisonous, see?" Smirking again, he wished he could just be as relaxed as the night before around the blond boy. Draco smirked back. "Yes Potter, I'm sure you do but class isn't the time to run around yelling about our love lives," Quickly chucking a few sugar cubes in for 'added' flavour he handed his dagger to Harry. "Care to do the honours?" The question was more a demand than a question, and he voiced it rolling his sleeve up and running a hand along the flesh on his palm. He was used to cutting himself, not that he cut his wrist or anything, but he occasionally cut exposed flesh just to help him relax. It wasn't a habit and he wasn't proud of it. The contents of the potion he had already added to before Harry had appeared made the potion a dull purple and he knew what was coming next, the pink that was made when they let their blood pour. Harry was scowling at the hint that Draco thought he might actually like him- 'not the point', he told himself- and he took the silver, cutting into the boys arm, keeping it well away from the vein. This surprised a few people- they thought he would have cut it closer, as a reminder, but he made Draco bleed into one of the crystal beakers. "That's enough," he told him, tossing him a bandage. The cut wasn't a long one, just a slight nick. Taking the beaker, he poured it over the potion, and watched the pink smoke. A sudden thought came to him, followed by another. The first, the sillier, was voiced to Malfoy. "So, why don't you just drink it yourself? I know it might not have any effect, but still…" The second he kept to himself, waiting for the Slytherin's reaction to his first before he'd say anything else.

Draco laughed. "You think?" as asked, and smirked at Harry, wrapping the gauze around his arm tightly. He nicked Harry's arm, only leaving the smallest of scratches and added the blood to the potion. "Let's gamble..." He muttered to the raven haired boy and shoved the beaker into the potion watching it ooze. He sniffed it scrunching his nose. "Ooo... Essence of Harry Potter." He mused and swilled it around watching for Harry's reaction. Harry watched for a moment, before dunking his beaker in too, reminded of the Polyjuice Potion incident by Malfoy's comment. The rest of the class was watching, a little afraid. "Cheers, Malfoy," he muttered, before tipping the beaker into his mouth. Ten minutes was all, just ten minu- Draco was in the room? He turned, and his face broke into a goofy grin. "Oh, Draco, I didn't know you were here!" he gushed. Everyone was silent. "You're working with me, too! That's so nice of you, to let me work with you..." He flashed a slight smile.

Draco got the feeling of a sudden high on some sort of Harry drug- so this is how the Weasley girl had felt around him! "Oh Harry, so excellent to see you here!" He was off his head, his eyes captivated in a green pool. "What a most excellent place to be, a little cold but on the plus side I got to be with you!" He practically glomped him off the bench and began snogging him amid their arms and legs wrapped around one another. Of course the whole way through this he saw it happening, but that fact was, the potion made him enjoy it. If they hadn't been in class, it would have gone further, but thankfully obsessive love had its limits. Harry got out of the tangle, beaming, and glaring at the dumbstruck people. "What?" he said crossly. He hauled Draco back into his seat, grumbling about people. Ginny was looking at them, thunderstruck. "Uh, Professor..."

"Don't worry, love, it will only last another... minute and a half."

Draco took this as a chance to whisper sweet nothings into Harry's ear and nibble at it occasionally. As the effect wore off, he felt a lot less cheerful and when he was fully immune to the potions effects looked about the class, his eyes as wide as saucers. He took this as a chance to look to Harry, then his eyes disappeared in the back of his head and he fell off the bench in a dead faint. Harry wasn't much better. He turned completely white, and dropped to the floor, his cheeks flaming, like red painted on wax. He muttered feverishly to himself, gripping his stool leg, his hands cold. Ginny tentatively stepped forwards, in mother role. "H... Harry?"

He ignored her, and levitated Draco up to the hospital wing without another word, taking their book bags. He needed chocolate, he decided. Stalking past a worried looking Fleur, not even bothering to look pleased to see the beautiful woman again, he slammed on the infirmary door, getting Madam Pomfrey to fix him. He knew he could have done it himself, a simple 'enervate' would have done it, but… he decided he wanted to be out of there.

Draco opened his eyes a few minutes later to see Madam Pomfrey hanging over him. He felt terrible and his face showed that but even before he went to ask what had happened a piece of chocolate was shoved into his open mouth. He coughed a few times but chewed it, glancing at Harry everything hit him once more and he flushed the brightest shade of red possible. Choking on the chocolate he had just swallowed, he jumped out of the thinly mattressed bed. Harry turned abruptly, his own face flaming. He hurried to grab his book bag, a piece of chocolate, and his wand. That was... awkward, he decided was the best word for it. Gulping in air, he hurried from the infirmary, not to Gryffindor Tower, but to the Room of Requirement. "I need somewhere to think, to relax," he told it in a hurry, and the room immediately admitted him.

Back in Potions, everyone was awed, but taking their own potions. It was interesting, to say the least.

"I think I might just... Go," the blond boy said to Madam Pomfrey and walked out. He leaned against the wall of the Hospital Wing. Predictable Harry would be in that little place of theirs again; he didn't need to even think about it. Then again, having just snogged him- the worse part was, he had snogged Harry and not the other way around. This made him burn pink again but he took it in his stride, he was good with the ladies- and now the guys. Excellent. He made his way to the room of requirement- they needed to talk about that experience. Well... He knew he did.

Jumping as someone came into the room, Harry knew he didn't even have to turn to see who it was. "Go away, Malfoy," he told him, his voice muffled. He looked worse than usual, and, had Ginny, even Hermione, been there, he would have been pulled into a big hug with them stoking his hair for him, telling him it would be okay. However. It wasn't Hermione or Ginny. His eyes showed that same dead look that they had on the train that first night, on the way to Hogwarts, and he seemed... not nervous, per say, but perhaps... restless? Annoyed? He fidgeted with a loose thread on his robe.

As Draco walked, he had realised that Harry had kissed back so it wasn't just a one person thing, and staring at him now made his legs turn to jelly, thinking back to the kiss they had exchanged under five minutes ago. "No." He said forcefully, standing his ground but keeping to the door. The Slytherin king took a step forward; so far, so good... he was making progress.

Looking to him, Harry sighed. "I... I..." That was all he could manage, obviously, and turning to see Malfoy didn't make the blush brighter, just made his face paler. "It's not..." Gulping, he sighed a little. He didn't willingly kiss Malfoy in class? Did he? What was wrong with him? Malfoy managed to pluck up another bit courage to wobbly walk his way over to Harry and plop down across from him on the floor. "Not what?" he asked, also losing more colour as Harry stared into his eyes. Draco felt like he was being x-rayed and it made him shudder inside. "We were under the influence of that potion a- and just for the record, I didn't purposefully kiss you," he said wanting to keep a little dignity. After all- he wasn't sure if it had just been the influence of crazy love.

Harry just nodded in return to all of this, looking utterly miserable. "I..." He unstuck his throat. "I know," he told him. "And I didn't… I didn't..." He didn't know what to say, that was all. Sighing, he looked at Draco wistfully. "We aren't even really friends," he told him abruptly. "At least, I don't know if we're even friends... so how could you..." He trailed off. It was true, though- how could anyone fall for someone that had been horrible to them for so many years? Well, Harry wasn't the best example, it seemed, but that's not the point, he told himself. Draco shook his head and sighed, trying to think.

"We'll we can change some of that." He thrust his hand out under Harry's nose. "Friends?" the blonde asked, knowing that six years of hatred still flowed through their veins. He assumed his hand would be shoved away and he would be told that it was too early for that. However, Harry looked at him for a moment before grasping it. "Friends." Shaking it quickly, yet warmly, he pulled back. If Malfoy had no hard feelings, neither did he. Hmm... an hour of potions left... To go, or not to go? It would be interesting, that was for sure... but still... He didn't know what people would say of their little 'display' in the Potions class. Draco rocked back on his heels and stared down at his hand in surprise. What a quick transition they had gone through. It seemed almost yesterday they were at each other's throats. But wait, the blond thought. They hadn't been at each other's throats yesterday. His smile accompanied a blush. "Jeez Potter, you look terrible.," he mused looking over his gaunt face.

"Oh shut up," Harry shot back. "You don't look so great yourself." They both knew they weren't only talking about after the Potions incident. "You should eat more," he informed him, with a slight yawn. Being depressed made him tired. Making himself comfortable by the fireplace, which had returned, he mused out loud. "Well, better not tell Pansy that you're my friend. Or Blaise, or the others either, for that matter. Don't want your reputation to plummet."

Grey eyes flickered to look across the Gryffindor's face. "Don't think you shouldn't eat more too, I was watching you," Draco admitted with a growl. "I would like to see you eat at least two muffins and a bowl of porridge tomorrow," he joked, but frowned when he mentioned the other Slytherins. "They aren't going to find out, but after what we just did, I'm going to be teased for the rest of eternity…"

"Nah you won't. Pansy was making out with Goyle." He looked at Draco at the mention of food. "If I have to eat that, you do too..." An idea hit him. "Come on." He stood up. The kitchens, perhaps, would make them both feel a little better. Malfoy stood up and glanced at Harry with narrowed eyes. "Where are we going?" he asked, following him out the door and walking down the corridor after him. He was frightened they might be caught walking together, but kept his cool. He did, however, pull out his wand- just in case they were sprung. Harry walked them to the portrait, and grinned evilly, ticking the pear. As the pear turned into a doorknob, he entered the kitchens, the house- elves swarming around. Sitting down at the table in there, he ordered the blond to do the same. "Tea? Crumpets? Scone?"

This was certainly a new concept, and Draco looked dumbstruck for a few seconds before being able to speak. "Icing covered Biscuits?" The blond bit his lower lip. Would they just zoom off and come back with his hearts desire? He always had a thing for the biscuits of the icing covered kind. The house elves did zoom off, and returned with a massive tray of the things, and a jug of hot chocolate, with two goblets. Harry grinned. "I come down here if I'm hungry... they get whatever you want." He poured a drink for himself, offering to do the same for Draco. "It's better than trying to eat something that'll just make me puke later."

Draco nodded and held his cup up, looking at the hot chocolate with a hungry grimace. He didn't really tell anyone he had a favourite food, only because he didn't like many people knowing about the real Draco Malfoy. "Hot chocolate's my favourite," he admitted, and bit into one of the cookies he had craved. Grinning, Harry watched his own green eyes in the reflection of the hot chocolate. "Hah- mine too." He took one of the biscuits, looking at it. "Never had one of these," he admitted. He knew it couldn't be too bad- Dudley had eaten them. Chewing on one, he smirked. Ah, that tasted good. "They're nice," he told the blond after a while of silence and chomping. Nodding and grinning with a mouthful of biscuit, Draco swallowed uneasily and coughed slightly. "Of course they're good, I used to be given these by the dozen my first few years here… but gifts have seemed to dwindle to this year." He spoke softly, glaring at the little yellow star in his hand.

"Ever thought of making your own?"

"Making my own?" Draco was slightly confused.

"I've never recieved a parcel to have a want for more," he told him honestly. "Well, at Christmas and sometimes brithdays, and once, my Nimbus..." He shrugged. "I used to bake stuff all the time at the Dursely's, though, for Dudley."

"Never get me in the kitchen, it takes at least 100 house elves to clean the mess up after ward." The blond blushed softly then sipped his hot drink, feeling the liquid as it slipped down his throat. "I left icing all up the walls and flour littered the kitchen for about a week afterward..." He murmured this with laughter in his eyes. Harry outright snorted into the hot chocolate, shaking his head slightly. He didn't understand how that was possible, sometimes. Ah well... "I would try to teach you, but I don't want to turn out as a giant flour," he informed the other boy, smirking. Harry was simply glad that the other boy had faults, too. Draco choked on a cookie and patted his chest with a fist to get it down. "Surely, Harry Potter destroyer-of-Voldemort-seven-times-running isn't scared of getting a little bit of flour in his messy black hair?" he joked, pretending to look amazed. Looking amused, Harry looked towards the boy across the table from him. "No, I was more worried that the flour would stick to your hair gel, and we'd all be in for it then." Flashing a quick grin, he sipped his drink. "Nah, I'd teach you if you wanted."

A pout was produced on his pale lips and Draco glared. "My hair isn't gelled that much…" he scowled. He glanced around the kitchen. "Think we'd be allowed to just get up and try to make cookies without destroying one another?" the Slytherin muttered, and started searching the cupboard for flour. Of course he'd love to make cookies. If Crabbe and Goyle had have been with him the task would amount to nothing, but at least he was with someone who had half a brain…

Snorting with laughter again, the Gryffindor raised an eyebrow at the gel comment, and stood up to help find the things they'd need. "Pink icing, Malfoy?" he drawled. Harry grabbed the few ingredients, noting the worried look on the house elves faces. "Oh no," he told them, "Your cookies are fine. This git just wants to try making his own." The house elves looked completely perplexed, but did nothing to stop the two boys. Looking up at the other male, Malfoy put all the ingredients he had found on the table and then looked up at Harry as if to ask for directions. "What now?" he asked, opening the flour and glancing inside. He lifted his face up, and it could be seen that he had the white powder stuck to the end of his nose- not that he himself could tell.

"Told you you'd get covered in flour," Harry muttered, shoving a packet of sugar at the Slytherin instead. "Here. Follow the directions on that piece of paper," he told him, pouring the flour into a measuring cup, and then into the large bowl they had allocated for stirring. Draco rubbed his nose off and got to work, making the icing with all those sticky and good tasting ingredients that you use to make icing for cookies. He wasn't so floury in the end, and found himself rather clean, except for a few drops of red food dye that covered them both. He took some of the flour from Harry just to play around with. Harry was watching Draco out of the corner of his eye as he put the cookies into the oven, smirking at the boy. It was like he was a little kid. "Better than snow, eh Malfoy?" he teased, shutting the oven and putting a magical timer. "I'd say it's a little more messy, but still..." He grabbed the icing, dunking his finger in it. "Yum," he told the other boy. Draco looked up at Harry and shrugged.

"You can't make snowballs with it." He put a small pile in his hand and blew it at Harry, watching as the flour covered his robes, face and even his glasses, which simply covered in a thin blanket of flour, making Draco chuckle. "But it does have its entertaining moments I suppose." He walked over and used his thumbs to clear Harry's vision. Blinking, surprised, Harry groped around behind him for something, anything... icing! Dunking his finger in it, he smeared it across Draco's face. "So does icing," he smirked, ducking away. Brushing himself off, Harry sniggered at the pink streak across Draco's cheek. "That colour suits you, Malfoy."

Draco poked his tongue out unlike a small child and threw more flour at Harry. He ran a hand across his cheek and licked the icing off his palm: quite true- it was nice icing. The blonde then grabbed up his storage of flour and hid behind the counter. Snorting, the dark haired boy took the sugar, and a spoon. Dunking it in the packet, he flung sugar across the room to get Draco. "You could sweeten up, you know. Throwing things isn't nice." The house elves looked appalled, and Harry ducked beneath a table. The sugar hit the other over his head and got caught in his blonde locks. "You'll pay for that Potter!" he called and chucked handfuls of flour in random directions- some of it settling in the icing, other lumps on the floor and any other nooks and crannies it could find. Harry was met with a face full of the white powder, and growled at his one long time rival, and enemy. Seeing him, he crept around behind him, emptying about a cup of sugar on his head. What? Pay for what?" He dashed across the room, terrified of what fate would await him, in the form of a sugar and flour covered Slytherin.

Draco's eyes widened as sugar granules poured down his face, and he shook his head like mad, most of it flicking around the kitchen like bullets. Draco raced after him and tackled him so the Gryffindor was flat on his stomach, wedged between the floor and the blond. Draco turned him over, straddling his waist so he couldn't run away, and quickly searching about, grabbed the tub of icing, tipping it slightly so it drizzled all over Harry's face. He nodded with satisfaction but didn't move from his place over Harry.

Spluttering, the icing covered captive snorted with laughter. "We're gonna have to make more of that now," he told his keeper, licking some icing from his own finger. Grabbing the other boys wrists, he smirked. "HAH! Stuck too, now." He didn't seem to realise how compromising the position they were in was- if he had; he would have thrown the other across the room. "And I can't see. My glasses look like sugar."

Pale fingers clenched as the other tried to pull away. "Geroff!" he spluttered, and, finding his escape harder then he liked, gave up. He glanced down at the pink and white glasses and grinned. He licked both the lenses and stared at Harry's eyes that where appearing as he licked more and more of the taste topping off of the other. "Can you see now?" he asked, and tried to escape once again. Blinking a little at the tongue lashing his glasses, Harry nodded. He let go of the other boy, leaping up as soon as he could, making flour and sugar pour off him like a fountain. This, he decided, must be an odd sight. The House elves had disappeared- he'd wondered why the kitchen was so quiet. Hearing the timer of the oven go off, he started. Oh yeah, there was a reason they were there...

Grey eyes watched as Harry moved over to the oven, and Slytherin's king also remembered the reason for being here. He was happy to have the use of both arms again and strolled over to their cookies, looking into the oven at the cream coloured treats. Harry slapped him away. "Go and make more icing, Malfoy. You're the git who poured it all over me." He put the tray up so it could cool off, before going to help with the icing making. "Pink again?" he asked. He found it amusing that the blond couldn't find any other food dye colours.

"Unfortunately..." Malfoy snarled, and carelessly poured each of his ingredients into the bowl once more. "You shouldn't have attacked me with sugar then..." He grumbled, but wasn't in a foul mood to be truthful. Just acting unhappy for the attention seeking side of him. Harry frowned, buying it. He hesitated, just watching the other for a moment. He then shrugged it off, saying coolly- "You're the one who covered me in flour." Taking the spoon from the blond, he started to stir the pink mixture. "Here," he told him after a few minutes of silence. "You can put that on them now."

Draco drizzled the icing onto the round plump cookies and sighed when he finished. "Perfection," he muttered, and glanced at the icing drowned cookies with a small smile. "We should go into the baking business together!" the blond joked, having great fun with the making of said baked cookies. Harry snorted with laughter- Malfoy seemed to be good at making him do that. "The people from Workplace Health And Safety Department would ban us from doing business, with the state our kitchen would be in," he told him in a resigned tone. Where were those dratted house elves when you needed them? There was no way the boys would be able to clean all of this up, even with magic... The place was huge!

"Well it can be a special offer- come buy cookies: we have food fights by the hour!" Draco said, imagining the marketing scheme with a grimace. "They join in and they get their cookies, the fight can be free of charge or we could get people to pay a knut or something?" He poked his tongue out and carved a smiley face on one of the biscuits with his pointer finger. Snorting, Harry put the biscuits down on the bench. "Still the Workplace Safety issues," he reminded him. The house elves were starting to pile back in, sensing the all clear. "Hey, Malfoy... we're going to have to clean up before we go. Don't want people to think we attacked each other with flour... Oh, by the way- which one of us won on the Astronomy Tower?" He smirked before pulling out his wand.

Draco too smirked, and went to grab out his wand, not seeming to be able to find it in his pockets. "Um… I did- little Bat Bogey Hex finished you off." He said this with a hurried grin and began to scramble around the kitchen, looking under tables and inside cupboards for his magical stick. "Seen my wand?" he asked, getting a little panicky. Harry growled, twirling the 'lost' wand in his fingers. "Who won?" Smirking, he waited to see if Draco would notice Harry had not his own wand in his fingers, but Draco's. His own wand was tucked safely away in his pocket. "Bat bogey hex? After spending so long with Ginny Weasley? I'm surprised they bought that. I can block one of those in my sleep."

Draco looked up at him and then noticed his black wand twirled between slender fingers. "Give it back…" he ran over to him and pounced, the wand travelling off under one of the counters. "Aw man…" He sighed, and moved off to the counter, not daring to stick his hand under it in case a hairy spider might just happen to bite his finger off or something. Harry smirked, and pulled his own wand out, muttering 'accio!' under his breath, watching the wood fly back to his fingers. He wondered if Draco had noticed the movement or not. Either way, he was having fun.

"Don't make me trounce you a third time." The blond glared at him from his position on the floor. "Something'll come out of it this time, like a black eye for instance. And it won't be my own." He stood up and put his hands on his hips. "The wand Potter…" Draco put his right arm out, his left hand still attached to his hip.

"You look like one of those Muggle supermodels when you do that." He handed him the wand, smirking. "Real hot, Malfoy." Casting a quick cleaning spell over both of them, he looked around for the tray of cookies, and was greeted by a house elf handing him a white box. "Oh, here, Malfoy." He handed him the biscuits, smiling hesitantly.

"Hey!" He grumbled and then stopped. "Wait, 'real hot' Malfoy? Shouldn't that be: super hot, sexy, fantastic, luscious Malfoy to you?" He gave a pretend blow a kiss to the 'crowd' and then took up his cookies lovingly. "Mmm… They smell great." He closed his eyes as he spoke and then snapped them open to help Harry clean up.

Snorting- he didn't really expect that, did he? Harry wasn't sure, really- Harry cleaned them up properly, and left the kitchen. Lunch break- they could blend in with the other students. "Malfoy," he hissed. "Look- Slytherins. Go now. I'll see you later."

The blonde frowned slightly at having to leave Harry behind. "Bye Potter," he snarled out convincingly, still feeling some icing caught somewhere between his robes.

"What were you with him for?" Pansy asked with a sneer. Draco assumed the time they had spent away from one another had cooled her down and made her happy to come back to him.

"Nothin'," he muttered, trying to be casual. "The guys a git, he was showing of to his fan club again, so I showed him how to make the crowd go wild my way."

Pansy smirked. "I would have loved to see that." She said this hanging off him as they sat down. Malfoy nodded to Crabbe and Goyle who were even more secluded, spending more time with each other than before, and becoming less dependant on Malfoy to have a life. Harry sighed after watching the Slytherins, and went to catch up with Ginny and Luna. He decided that Ron and Hermione deserved what little time they had together. Ginny's reaction was about the same as Pansy's.

"Harry, why were you in the kitchens with the ferret?"

"Oh, I went to get something to eat, and he was there..." Not a complete lie, he excused himself. "I, erm… just left… he just got there, and I just left." He shrugged. Ginny watched him closely, but seemed satisfied. She giggled suddenly. "Iced cookies?" She could smell it on him. "I didn't know you liked them."

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, well…" They went to sit down at the table, Ginny piling up the plate, Harry protesting, and Luna smiling down on the scene.

Damn, jealousy again. What was it with red-headed Weasley number nine? Draco tried to keep his attention on anything but Ginny force-feeding Harry. What was it with him and looking over at Potter as if he was a god? 'You don't like him that way, remember? You're hardly even friends.'

Pansy wrapped her arm around Draco and, as always, copied Big Red Nine. "Eat this," she said, shoving a shelled prawn into his hand.

"Ugh, sea food," he cursed, and swallowed it reluctantly. His eyes travelled to the roast pork and he carved some off for himself, drizzling it with gravy- that should shut her up- he had enough pig on his plate to feed a small army. Across the hall, the raven haired boy was watching the blond as well, smirking slightly, copying him. Pork and gravy… that was good enough to eat. He piled some onto his plate, taking a mouthful. For some reason, he was rather hungry today, much to Ron and Hermione's delight, and to Ginny's surprise. He didn't know why he was so hungry- but he didn't really care. It wasn't as if he would get fat anytime soon, he thought humourlessly. Taking another mouthful of the meat, he wondered what he had next class, and for some reason, hoping it was with Slytherin.

"Now," Pansy said, watching him chew his food with hope in her eyes. "You should get some vegetables in your system." She put a pile of mashed potatoes to the side of his plate, and then smothered the potatoes with gravy. Draco didn't seem too happy with the potatoes, but he took a few mouthfuls of the white fluff. "No more," the blond male muttered, feeling slightly sick in his stomache. "Do you remember what class with have?" he asked, staring at the black haired female.

"Um, transfiguration with the stupid Gryfs' right?" Pansy asked, and the others nodded, all looking like they'd rather clean a toilet with their tongue than spend an hour stuck with the brave red-clad troupe.

"Ginny, what do we have next?"

"Transfiguration with the snakes," supplied Ron. Hermione looked at him in mild indignation, but didn't do anything else.

"Oh, okay." Harry finished up half of what was on his plate, making the red headed girl next to him smile. Pushing the plate away, he heard Ron moaning about something to Hermione.

"She's the one who came up with the inter house relations program! Of course we'll have to associate with the Slytherins!"

"Oh, honestly Ronald, it's not that bad!" Hermione huffed, and Ginny nodded, thinking of Blaise, blushing a little, to the amusement of Harry.

Draco moved off to the stairs and travelled up to Transfiguration block. He was the first one there but his own particular fan-club followed, and he was stuck with sixth and seventh years all dressed with green and black. He would give anything to just be himself and hang out with Potter, without having the problem of a Slytherin dorm bashing after, but nothing he could do to prevent it left him feeling slightly lonely.

He glanced at one of the other Slytherin's watches- something he sneered at since it was of muggle manufacture- and got a little worried. If Harry was late then he would lose house points, and then a possible detention would ensue, thanks to missing fifteen minutes of his potions class. But then- if he skipped off and came back late, he'd get one too and they could spend time together- if luck was on his side.

"Hang on guys, bathroom," he mumbled, and shuffled off around the corner just to wait, and think.

Harry bolted up the stairs to Transfiguration, almost faceplanting as he slammed into somebody. "Agh, sorry!" He picked his stuff up, ready to start his bolt again; knowing he only had five minute to get there- wait. Five minutes? He was less than a thirty second walk from the place...

Draco needed a watch, but could hear the rest of the student population shuffle into class. That meant he would be at least a few minutes late, and would probably get a nice detention for it, hopefully with Harry and doing the same thing and all… He slid down the wall and searched through his bag for something that would waste five minutes of his pitiful life. Nothing- it seemed that he was fresh out of time-wasting materials.

Running off past the girl he ran into, Harry spotted Malfoy. "Draco!" he hissed. "We're going to be late…" He stopped, panting, to watch the Slytherin. "I don't fancy a detention with McGonagall, myself," he informed him. "So move it!" Shoving the haphazardly thrown books into his book bag, he wondered how he'd get away with walking into a classroom with Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, Ferret Boy, worlds biggest spoiled brat, etc.

Rolling his eyes at Harry, Draco did as the other wished but pulled out his wand so it seemed more convincing and what get him in more trouble. "Duel into transfiguration Potter?" he asked, and winked, trying to make his intentions known.

The more excuses he had to spend time with Harry the better or easier it was, as he knew he was clinging onto poor excuses as it was. Maybe he should get them both into more detentions; so more time is spent together? He didn't dwell on his thoughts and pushed Harry through the transfiguration door getting half way through his proclaimed curse before Professor McGonagall cut in, her lips barely visible. Harry's wand was out, and he had a snarl on his face. "You'll pay for that, Malfoy! "Expelliarmus!" He caught the wand, throwing it to the floor, and lunging at the taller boy.

"Boys!" McGonagall cut in again, obviously appalled. "Twenty points from each of your houses, and a weeks worth of detention! Potter! Muggle fighting! That is simply unacceptable! You will apologise to Mr Malfoy, and take your seats! Which, unfortunately, are together!"

Harry turned red as he felt several pairs of eyes on him- Hermione's disgraced, Ron's amused, and the glares from several Slytherins. He made a show of grunting an apology, and slamming into his seat up the front, where he found a few silver goblets between the two desks.

"Right! You will be transfiguring the goblets into piles of biscuits- edible ones!"

Not able to help himself, Harry's eyes took on an evil gleam.

"The incantation is on the board."

Reading through it, he smiled. All you had to do was say the spell, make the wand movement, and think of the type of biscuit you wanted. Simple.

Draco lifted himself off the floor and brushed down his robes. A whole week? Wow, much better then he thought it would be. He sat himself down beside Potter, acting as if this was a task he'd rather avoid, and moved his chair a little way away, feeling Slytherin eyes on the back of his head. He moaned slightly at the thought of even more biscuits, enough already waiting to be eaten in his bag. Maybe some almond choc chip, or going beyond biscuits and seeing if he could make some sort of cake thing? The blonde's mind raced with possibilities of food and he glanced at Harry with a hidden smile. He leaned back on his chair, wand poised in his hand. He felt like white chocolate, but he also wanted banana… decisions, decisions. Harry had lifted his wand, as well, though not transfiguring anything. He'd copied the few notes off the board onto a large piece of parchment, and silently severed the bottom off with his wand and a quick spell. Taking his quill, and dunking it into his inkpot, he smirked, scrawling something neatly across the page. 'I told you I'd rather avoid detention with her. So. What biscuits do we want? I want cake. Do you want chocolate mudcake? Or maybe a pavlova? I think the spell works for anything sweet... Biscuits are just easier. Maybe we can knock back the detention from cleaning out the bedpans in the hospital wing to something like trophy cleaning.' He slid the page across the desk, knowing no one else would see it. Grey eyes skimmed the note and he gave Harry a sideward glance. 'Pavlova sounds all right but… I'm allergic to meringue.' He wrote this back with his dark green inked quill. 'So why not mud cake?' He scribbled the question and then scribbled some more. 'And we can try to show off but I would like to keep our 'sentence' to a week, maybe if we're bad ass enough we can increase it to two.' He grinned sheepishly and handed the note back, staring at the goblet in front of them and checking it for any sign of cookie imitation. How can a goblet be a cookie anyway? Shouldn't it be something more- errm, round? Smirking back, Harry performed a silent spell, making a few mudcakes, and a pavlova. "Professor- is this right?"

'Hahaha Malfoy,' he wrote back. 'It's okay- McGonagall won't let us off that easily because we managed to show off.'

McGonagall looked delighted. "Very well- twenty points to Gryffindor and Slytherin. However, you are still to serve your detentions. And I asked for biscuits- no matter how advanced this is."

Harry nodded, and turned to Ginny and Blaise, handing them the pavlova. "Here, Gin."

Blaise glanced at the Pavlova and grinned. He cut a slice and passed it to Ginny trying not to go bright red in the process. Draco rolled his eyes at the young man and then looked at the note once more and rolled his eyes once more. 'Cut the chatter and use the cutting for the cake.' He flicked the note and it skidded to a stop in front of Harry. He ran a finger over the icing on top of the cake and licked it of his finger in amusement: theirs was better. Snorting, Harry divided the cake into slices, hovering one to Malfoy, before telling him, "You'd better want that detention..." And SPLAT. The cake hit him in the face. Snorting with laughter, and receiving horrified looks from his classmates, Harry said absently "Oops.. Sorry, Malfoy..."

Pieces of the cake dripped of his face and onto his lap. He sat in stunned silence his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Once Draco had collected himself, he grabbed up more of the cake and dumped it onto Harry's head, smearing cake all down his face and into his hand: the device he was using to smear cake around Potter's face. He had no idea where this had came from but before he could say the word 'cake' Blaise had taken it into his own to plop some pavlova onto Ginny's head and added cucumber pieces to make it look like she had animal ears. He grinned at her, and then looked back at Malfoy who was laughing devilishly. Harry looked furious, and Ginny looked dumbstruck. She cleaned herself off, and shook her head at the Slytherin. "No more from you, sir."

Harry, though, grabbed a handful of the cake, and slopped it into Malfoy's hair, with a smirk. McGonagall hadn't noticed Ginny and Blaise- she had noticed a distinctly cake covered Malfoy though. "HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY! You will both double your detentions! That is in nightly length AND in weeks! I have never seen such disgusting behaviour!"

As soon as she'd turned around, Ginny had scooped some of the mudcake from Harry's shoulder, and smeared it onto Blaise's face with a cheeky grin. Draco took up some pavlova and added a nice fake moustache to Harry's get up with a smirk. The rest of the class did not dare to add to the trend, and kept on multiplying their cookie stashes, Crabbe and Goyle's easily biggest, thanks to their greed.

Blaise shot Ginny a nasty look. Wiping it all off his face he flicked it back at her, droplets of the white meringue making it look like she had white freckles to go with all her brown ones. He stuck his tongue out, which made it look like a human cake was making faces at the spotty girl. Smirking, she poked her own tongue out, and licked half the cake off his face. "Nice," she told him with a smirk, before cleaning off her face, and going back to work.

"Oh, bugger off, Malfoy," Harry growled, smirking to the blond, though no one else would notice.

"MR POTTER! THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE LANGUAGE! One more word from either of you and you will have detention for a MONTH!"

Harry was a little astounded at this predicament, but

shrugged it off, shoving Draco's face into the plate in

front of him.

"Okay, Professor. Sorry, Professor."

Blaise flushed red and turned away from Ginny shoving his head into his textbook. It wasn't a secret that he liked her, even the first years could probably guess it if they saw them together in a room long enough.

"Word." Draco spoke just before he got dunked into the cake and giant brown beard. "Nice." He raised an eyebrow at Harry and licked up most of the problematic cake. "My I go to the bathroom Miss?" He asked raising his hand and trying to wipe up some more of the cake that was covering his whole body. Harry was laughing, which pleased the Gryffindors, and infuriated the Slytherins, aside from Blaise, who wasn't paying much attention. "Yes, Professor, may we use the bathroom? I don't like Slytherin grit all over me."

Professor McGonagall fumed, and blocked off the door. "Never, in my whole life, have I had such a terrible hour! You two will clear yourselves up, and report straight after dinner to the Trophy Room. You will not leave until midnight. I want you both back here before that to clean up this mess!" She moved out of the way. "A month worth of detention. Together. Perhaps you will learn to be civil!"

Well, the proposition wasn't that terrible, so Draco decided that it'd have to do. "Yes Professor…" He pretended to sound hateful toward the idea, but grabbed up his bag and disappeared out the door. "Going to need to take my robes off and everything." He scowled, feeling cake pressed against his chest where it had rolled down his face and through his neck hole. He leaned against the wall, unsurprised to feel the disgusting squish of cake there as well, and crossed his arms, waiting for Harry with an unimpressed expression on his face. Harry was sniggering as he stepped out after the blonde boy. "You wanted detention," he reminded him with a shrug. "And I have to go up to my dorm to get clean clothes now." But he shoved the boy a piece of unspoiled chocolate cake. "Here." Shaking himself off, he muttered 'evanesco' to the mess on the floor. "I think Pansy wants my head on a platter," he admitted.

The blond laughed at him. "Well I'm going up to my dorm for a nice shower," he grumbled, and stuck his tongue out. "See ya later." He moved off to his dungeon dormitory. Looking around at the green and silver four-posters, he sighed and walked into the ensuite bathroom. He closed the door and removed his robes and underwear, and slipped into the shower, the warm water running over his face, which he cleaned with quick succession.