The night had ended in Harry's bed. And – the first of many, many times- they fell asleep in each other's arms. When he woke up, Draco had been afraid that it was over. That one night was all they would ever have. But then Harry had woken up and gazed at him. Suddenly bashful, both of them had just looked at each other. Then Draco had moved forward and hugged Harry. Perhaps it was waking up like that that cemented the bond. Perhaps it was the bond neither could deny. Whatever it was, both of them would say later almost in wonder, "It was like the rift created in 7 years had suddenly been bridged by that one kiss. That one night."
As Draco left for his classes, he stopped and looked back at the Head Boy with a cheeky grin, "I guess you won't be having any trouble from me today, Potter."

"Not even if it means another detention?"

"Well, in that case…" and out of sheer habit the curse flew out of his wand and knocked Harry backwards. Out of sheer habit Harry retaliated and they burst into the corridor like that.

"Harry!" a shriek resounded through the castle and a whirl of spells flew at Draco who neatly side-stepped them.

"Get away from him you bloody…." Ron ran out of words mid-sentence, then stared for help at Hermione only to discover that she was wearing the same stunned expression as she stared at the two boys who had collapsed with hysterical laughter. They had been laughing so hard all the time half their curses had missed each other, though Harry had an extra eye and Draco a tail springing from his shoulder. When they had finally calmed down enough to choke out near-coherent sentences, they had looked at each other.

"Well…what about it?" Draco asked, still laughing.

"I don't mind." Harry had managed to get out, choking on his laugh. Managing to get to his feet, Draco attempted a sneer that came out as a goofy grin, "Get rid of that eye, Potter, and we might actually be on." And with a chuckle he marched away to class.

Harry still mopping his eyes, held out a hand for assistance and Ron pulled him up with more force than goodwill.

"What in the name of Merlin's ass were you doing?" He sputtered.

"Oh no! Harry. This is not good. Did Malfoy mean….did you…why were you coming out of your room?" Hermione's sentence ended in a high-pitched shriek. Harry had the distinct impression that one of the windows had cracked.

"Hermione! Relax. I can explain..." he began.

"You ruddy well better." Ron growled, "Because if Hermione is right I am going to tear you apart from limb to limb and boil you in bat's blood."

"Perhaps now isn't such a good time." Harry said nervously eyeing the wands in both their hands, "We'll be late for class." And he fled.

...oooooooooooooooooooooooo...

"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried, "How could you?" it was the end of the day. Harry had somehow managed to avoid his best friends for the most part and hence had seen more of Draco than he would have liked a day ago. Now, remembering their last encounter in the dungeons, where they had brushed heavily against each other, he made an absent minded sound, "Mghkj?"

"I said, how could you? Harry!"

"Would you like us to show you?" a familiar drawl broke through her voice. His heart leaping into his throat, Harry looked up at the blonde hair glinting in the sun.

"Why hello there, Potter," No one knew what an effort it was for Draco to get those 4 words out without throwing himself at Harry. His heart seemed to have got choked up in his larynx, so all Harry could manage was, "Dwjgko!"

"You were just as wonderfully coherent during detention, Potter. You need a speech therapist."

"And you," Harry's voice had returned. Atleast in volume if not quality, "Seem to be in need of another detention."

"Well?" Draco raised his eyebrow, "Are you the Head boy or aren't you? Are waiting for me to break the rules or something?"

Choking on his laughter, Harry got out a, "Detention, Malfoy. Same time, same place."

"Same position?" Draco asked, eyes sparkling with amusement.

And then he and Harry burst out laughing again.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it!" there were definitely tears in her voice.

"Me neither! Come on 'Mione. You," he snarled at Harry, "Are a two-faced lousy little flobberworm."

And Harry's best friends walked away without a backward glance.