A/N: Wow. Thanks soooo much for reviewing! It really raised my ego haha…A special thanks to: Rent-serenity- to being an awesome first reviewer (I never got to thank you for that) and for continuing to review my story-each chapter! You're awesome!

And. Also to: Crick118: For making me crack up when I read you're reviews!

Alright So. I re-read this chapter, and I apologize in advance, because, sadly, it isn't as funny as my others. I don't necessarily think its bad—but fear not! I have many funny scenes in my head that shall go on in the next chapters…just gotta put up with my updates, that are spaced out because of a dreadful thing called school, and along with it the responsibility of Marching Band. BUT. Next weekend is a three day weekend, SO…on Monday while all the Jewish kids are fasting (no offense meant here) I can certainly write chapter seven! Wooo! If I don't, I deserve flames…Well here ya go Chapter 6 (I realized that I never gave Chapter Five a title, so here it is: Chapter Five: Disoriented Dracos make me very happy).

Chapter Six: A Second Chance

There was a very, uncomfortable moment when all four boys simply stared at each other in either pure astonishment, jealousy, anger…pretty much your average teenage angst. Dean, being the smart one of the group was the first to react. The smile vanished from his mouth and he dropped Seamus' hand and instead, placed it on his neck, scratching himself awkwardly, avoiding everyone's eye contact.

Harry simply glared up at Seamus from the floor, with Draco still on top of him; he couldn't easily rise from the ground.

Draco looked surprised, but didn't feeling like moving thank you very much. Come on! He was sitting in the Harry Potter's lap! And like he said before, he was delusional, so he couldn't move.

Seamus side stepped away from Dean and glowered at Harry.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" he demanded, eyes narrowed.

"I think I should ask the same thing, Finnegan." replied Harry coolly. He glanced at Draco and coughed. "Um, Draco…want to move?"

"No."

Harry shook his head. That was certainly not the answer he had been expecting. He tried again.

"Er…Draco…Seamus might just kill you if you don't move…so…If I were you, I'd move."

"Do you want me to move, Potter?"

This defiantly caught Harry off guard. He racked his brain for some snide remark, but oddly enough, none came. The only thing swimming through his head was the answer… 'No'. This deeply troubled him. Why didn't he want Draco…wait, what? Draco? He'd called him Draco twice in the last couple minutes! What was going on here? In truth…Harry was very comforted by having Draco in his arms…whenever he held Seamus, he was cold, and it took a while for Harry to get used to him, but Draco, despite his pale skin and constantly being in the dungeons, was intriguingly, warm. He was slightly slimmer than Harry, more delicate and Harry found himself being attracted. His thoughts from the previous year flooded him, when he had wanted nothing more to share a relationship with the boy, ok, maybe just shag him to death…but he wondered how much he'd changed, he must have had done so, after all…he was…shudder…dating his best, GRYFFINDOR, friend. He glanced over at Draco, he was leaning in…Harry closed his eyes and slanted forward…and then…

SMACK.

"I asked you a question, Potter, now, where is my answer?" Draco sneered.

"Oh fuck Draco, get off me!" Harry shoved Draco off his lap and stood up looking at Seamus.

"Alright Seamus, let's get one thing straight here. I'm hoping the only reason you and Dean were just running in here holding hands was because you were playing hopscotch…if that's not the reason, which I doubt it is… actually I would be rather frightened if it was…then tell me what is!" Whoa. Harry was fucking pissed.

Seamus looked at Harry for a while, and Harry could actually see a light go on in the attic.

"Well, Harry dear you were on the right track there, well not really. You see…I broke my…um…favorite teapot and was attempting to glue it back together. Then Dean walked over and tried to help me…but then our hands got stuck together so we came to the bathroom to wash it off, and we were laughing because of the predicament we were in. Though, in our shock of seeing you and that slut in such a situation, our hands became unglued." Seamus finished his alibi, looking smug.

"I resent that. I am not a slut. I can't help it if people find me infectious." voiced Draco.

Harry blinked. "Oh, please. Do you honestly expect me to believe that? I've seen those looks you too have been giving each other, Seamus. I've noticed you running off, I just didn't say anything. Maybe if I had, this wouldn't have to end so badly."

Seamus looked shocked. "End?"

Harry dropped his eyes to the ground and took a deep breath. His fought to control his voice. "Seamus. It's over."

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Break it down…it's emo Harry time!

Harry sat on his four poster bed. His knees brought up under his chin, arms wrapping around his legs, in attempt to protect himself from the pain flowing from his throat to his stomach. He felt miserable and wanted the hurt to go away. He pulled off his glasses and lay down. It was then that he remembered he had just shared an incredible night with Seamus here much too recently ago. He heaved a sigh and stood up again, replacing his glasses on his the bridge of his nose. Alright, so no sleeping…he desperately wanted to do something…spontaneous…out of impulse. He glanced at his Firebolt, maybe go for a ride? But no, even the Quidditch pitch reminded him of Seamus. He needed to go to unknown territory. Somewhere that didn't involve Seamus at all. And then it hit him…there was a place he could go, someone to talk to…and he took off.

Harry shrugged his cloak closer to his body; it really was cold down here in the dungeons. No wonder he never came down here. He jumped the last three stairs and found the correct passage that would lead him to the entrance of the Slytherin common room. Unfortunately, when he reached the entrance he realized he had absolutely no idea how to get into it. He thought back to his second year and tried to remember the password. "Pure-blood?" he questioned. The wall remained unrevealing. Of course he expected as much, the password would have changed by now. Harry glared at the wall. "Open up." He hissed…no really…he did. He tried speaking in Parseltongue but even that wouldn't work.

"Sexy." said a voice behind Harry.

Harry whipped around and saw that Draco was casually leaning against the wall, smirking at him. He took a deep breath, this was probably the most stupid thing he'd ever done, but he had to try. He walked up to Draco and looked him right in the eye.

"Of course, if I was looking for me, I would have gone to the library, I don't really tend to hang around here that often." said Draco, absent-mindedly looking at his nails. "I remember the first time you spoke Parseltongue…" said Draco talking into the silence, "it sounds so much better now. Been practicing? Talking to your little snake friends?"

"No." replied Harry, thinking that maybe this wasn't a good idea in the first place. "How did you know I was looking for you?"

"I know everything."

Harry snorted. "Oh right, I'm sure, the great all-knowing Malfoy!"

Malfoy grinned, yes, that amazing grin that had made Harry stare in shock before and felt himself ooze to jelly.

"Well…" said Malfoy playfully, "I know that you came down here to find me, I'll admit I'm not quite sure why, but hopefully I will find out."

"Right. Well, about that…" Harry cut in, but Draco silenced him putting his hand up.

"I also know" he carried on, "that you never answered my previous question. You didn't want me to move, I could tell. AND. I know that you're not as sad about breaking things off with Finnegan as you think you are."

Harry stared. The boy had been dead-on. No one else could just figure things like that out about Harry like that before, well except Hermione but she was just smart like that. Abruptly, he stuck out his hand. "Yes."

Malfoy's smirk changed into a confused expression. "Yes what? Yes I was right…or…" he trailed off, looking at Harry suspiciously.

"Yes. You can help me here."

"What the hell, Potter? Have you been sniffing something of a flakey, crystalline nature? I never offered you any help. And I don't plan to either." said Draco, still looking completely confused, and…concerned. For Harry. That was certainly strange.

Harry grinned sheepishly. "No, Malfoy. Listen…on our first year on the train…you said, 'You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.' And, well, you were right. I made friends with the wrong sort." said Harry bitterly, thinking of Seamus. "Look, I'm coming to you because…I can tell you've changed. You're not the only one with all-knowing powers Malfoy. I need a new friend, someone different, someone I know I'll have to work hard for to gain trust, for a true friendship to form. I like a challenge."

Draco merely grinned, and took Harry's hand into a firm handshake. "Alright then, Boy- wonder. This should be interesting."

Harry muttered thanks and turned around to walk back up to the Gryffindor towers.

"Harry!"

Harry turned around. "Yes?"

"Call me Draco, like when you did before. I liked that."

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