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"Wake up already, both of you! Class is over, you know?" A young lady's voice brought him out of his dreams.

'Oh… right, Hogwarts, History of Magic… over.' He thought in his own slow pace as he lifted his head from the table in front of him. He vaguely saw a red head mimicking him on his left.

"We're up!" His best friend's voice sounded defensive, however slurred it was.

"It's a wonder Professor Binns doesn't assign you detention every class." She said, sighing, as she arranged her books.

Harry, who was much more awake, threw the strap of his bag over his shoulder -having not even bothered to take out the History of Magic's book- and waited for Ron to gather his stuff too before starting to follow the bushy haired witch out.

"Hermione, he's dead… It's a wonder he can teach." He said matter-of-factly. "And please, the last thing I need is for someone to assign me any more detentions. I think I have quite enough, thank you."

Ron nodded to that. "He has the right to enjoy the day a bit, ya know? He's a dead man by seven."

"Thanks Ron." The messy-haired teen muttered.

"And what's your excuse? You know, you're a prefect now, you should be setting the example for the younger students." She said in her 'To-Be-Head-Girl' tone.

"And aren't I?" the red head asked, grinning.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Come on, we have only 15 minutes to leave our books at the dorm and grab the potions' essay."

"Oh, great, you just had to remind us, didn't you 'Mione? Potions!" Her boyfriend whined, as they crossed the halls at the pace set by her.

Half way through crossing the Seventh Floor's corridor they spotted an aristocratic blonde head that hadn't been around for the weekend.

Harry shuddered at his sight, remembering what lay ahead that very same day.

"Look who's back." Ron murmured, glaring at the Slytherin Prefect as though anticipating a fight.

The Boy-Who-Lived, though unconsciously, reached for his wand, he was sharing his best friend's thoughts. And, in truth, he was sort of expecting a chance to just be provoked and strike back as hard as he could after what Malfoy had landed him in.

Said boy, however, paid them no mind at all; he just kept walking straight towards the nearest stairs, probably heading for the dungeons.

"Not so tough without the goon squad." Harry said, in a sudden dark mood, looking like a cat that just lost its prey.

"You expect him to fight with you guys every time he sees you? You should both stop this already, if only you'd put the same effort into studying for your OWLS…" Hermione said, sighing, it got tiresome sometimes.

"It's not that we want that, it's just it gives us a chance to hex him back, with the excuse of being provoked, see? Everyone's happy in the end." The messy-haired one explained.

"And stop going on and on about OWLS, you know you'll get full marks, and we… well... I'm sure we'll do just brilliant, ain't that right, Harry?" Ron asked, grinning.

"Yeah." he agreed, though he wasn't really paying attention. Something in the back of his mind was bothering him now that he had seen Malfoy and it wasn't just the lack of a chance to get even. It was that feeling that he was forgetting something; Merlin, he was getting that a lot lately!

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"I think Angelina has nothing to worry about." Harry said all of a sudden as they entered the Potions classroom.

"Huh?" Hermione frowned.

"She's worried about me missing practice and stuff, but seriously, going up and down to the Seventh Floor like this, it's as good as flying." He said as he settled himself on his usual chair. "Couldn't our common room be on the first floor? It's closer to everything" Ron complained.

"We'd lose the view, though." His girlfriend said, smiling as though they both shared a secret.

He only smiled back and Harry almost excused himself right then.

The Hermione-and-Ron thing? It was still odd. And he wasn't sure about how he felt knowing they'd have their own little in-jokes and private moments now. That, they weren't going to share everything, or that simply they'd end up spending more time by themselves then with Harry as 'The Trio'.

Frowning, he dismissed the unhappy thought. He had no reason to start speculating random scenarios when his friends had not been acting any different to him.

A loud bang brought him out of those thoughts and he looked up to see Snape making the same grand entrance he always did. One would think the man would have gotten tired of slamming the door open and letting his cloak blow behind him as he came into the room, but no, there he was again.

"Before we start, I feel like I need to remind you that we are slowly approaching June, and with it the OWLs. Now, it seems to me that some of you," here he shot a glance at the trio, "Have your attention… elsewhere." his eyes were now, oddly enough, resting on Malfoy.

He walked around the classroom a bit, as though in deep thought, while tracing an invisible line through random desks with his fingers. Then he glanced up at the students again. "Need I remind you also, that participating in any kind of groups that have no connection with the school or are not approved by the High Inquisitor can land you into serious problems?" He asked with a low, threatening voice, as he tapped his fingers slowly together.

Harry's knuckles were turning white from curling his hand into fists, he was trying as hard as he could not too look at his friends, he couldn't look guilty and he hoped the rest of the DA wasn't exchanging glances either.

But, however Snape's accusations applied to them, the Potions Master was not looking their way, as a matter of fact he was not looking at any one in particular. Then, as though he had come out of a trance, the man just moved from where he was standing and went back to his place in front of the class.

He picked up where they had left off last lesson and so their cauldrons were out and conversations ceased.

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"What was that all about?" Ron asked first thing, as soon as he judged they were out of ear range and away from the Potions Classroom.

"…I think he knows about the DA." Harry answered fearfully, biting his lower lip. "What do we do now? He'll report us!"

Both were now looking at Hermione, expecting her to come out with this great plan they hadn't thought about and just sort everything like she always did.

Said witch kept quiet though looking as though in deep thought.

"'Mione?" Ron tried, arching his brow at Harry.

She let out a heavy breath and looked up at them "I don't think he was talking about us." She said simply.

"Huh? You know any other 'club with illegal activities' that is working around here?" Harry asked in a lower voice, they were almost in the great hall and there were much more people around.

"No, but think about it, Snape wasn't even looking at us when he said it. He always makes a point of letting everyone know when he's talking about us." She sighed, oh how she hated not knowing something!

"Yeah, guess he does, but what else could it be? Maybe he wanted to warn us and not turn us in, since Malfoy and gang are in the Inquisitorial Squad, if he had exposed us… they would catch us for real." Ron reckoned, shrugging.

"What? Mate, are we talking about the same Snape here? The one that hates us, more than we hate potions?" Harry asked, arching his brow.

"Ok, you've got a point." The red-head agreed defeated.

"Well, I do think he was talking about someone else." Hermione argued again.

"You think the Slytherins are up to something then? 'Cause they were the only ones there besides us." Harry asked, as they reached their table in the Great Hall and sat down for lunch.

"They might be… we don't know that." She said.

"Of course we do, they founded 'Death Eaters Junior' since year one," Ron said chuckling "But I don't see why Snape would oppose to it, actually, I bet he's their teacher."

Harry just laughed along with him and shook his head. He wasn't sure about Hermione's reasoning, she was being too optimistic. They'd have to be much more careful from now on.

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"I said, stay" The man ordered with a harsh voice. "Do not make me say it a third time, Draco"

The blonde let out a heavy breath and turned around to face his Potions Teacher. He dismissed Crabbe and Goyle with a hand gesture, knowing what he was going to hear and knowing that the two were anxious to get to lunch already.

He said nothing, he was too tired to argue or pretend he cared about his Godfather's lectures.

"Show me your arm." Snape ordered at once, a severe look on his face.

Draco passed a hand over his face and gave a soft chuckle of disdain. "Why? You were there"

The boy's calmness just made the Potions Master want to knock some sense into him with the use of sheer force. He wanted to yell at his Godson for being such a complete imbecile, but he knew he couldn't. And, really, his inability to do that had nothing to do with morals or sense, but with the fact that he'd be as good as coming out as a spy if he showed his rage at what Draco had become.

"First, you will not speak to me as though I was one of you little friends, am I clear?" He asked through gritted teeth, annoyed he couldn't rant about what was really bothering him. The blonde nodded and he continued, "Second, no matter what, you should have informed me of what was to happen so I didn't have to pass as a clueless idiot in front of the Dark Lord. And third, no I did not attend your initiation. The Lord needed me for more… pressing matters."

That said, he grabbed the boy's left arm without much ado and lifted the sleeve, he had to see it with his own eyes. And surely enough it was there, a large ink-black snake coming out of a skull's mouth. The arm was a very angry red and the skin around the mark was pretty much raw… it was the real thing.

Draco pulled back hiding a wince and hid the tattoo once again. "You've seen it now, sir," He made sure to add in the end, as to not be reprimanded again, "Now, could I ask that you do not risk exposing both me and yourself during classes by saying things like those you did today? There's only so much a person can't understand, and I think that people like Granger can put two and two together."

"If you cannot keep childish remarks to yourself I advise you to keep your mouth shut while in the presence of more powerful and wise wizards, Draco. You keep up this attitude of yours and you'll be dead by the end of term. What was our Lord thinking, allowing a spoiled child to join our cause?" He asked darkly, not bothering to reply.

"If you feel that way, sir, maybe you should question his decision yourself…" Draco said in the same way, his voice steady and his face blank. "Am I excused now?" He asked.

"Yes." The man answered bitterly, when he really wanted to throw the Slytherin Prefect inside his office and leave him locked there until he could find the closest time-turner to reverse the whole thing. "And don't forget I expect you here at seven."

"Of course."

With that, his Godson was out the door and all he could do was slam his fist into the nearest wall and mutter, "Suicidal imbecile" To an empty classroom.

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He let out a heavy sigh and continued his way down the steps; he could not believe this was happening. Argh! And for two weeks! Just his luck, as if he wasn't seeing enough of Snape during his Occlumency lessons.

He reached the classroom's door and opened it softly; Snape was sitting at his desk looking at some papers, probably their Moonstones essay. "Close the door and sit down, Potter." The man said, without looking up. "When Mr. Malfoy gets here we'll begin."

Sighing, Harry did what he'd been told and took a seat at the front row.

They had to wait only a couple of minutes, and it was precisely seven when the Slytherin Prefect entered the room. He nodded to the professor who had finally glanced up from his grading. Taking a sit, in the front row as well, but a couple of chairs away from Harry, Draco waited to hear what seemed like his sentence.

"Now, I needn't remind you that you are both to present yourself here every day for the next two weeks… " He started, making his way around the desk and coming to stand in front of them. "I have thought up a special assignment that will last precisely that amount of time. You will brew the Draught of Livi-"

"I thought we had detention with Filch." Harry interrupted, frowning.

"Interrupt me again and, in addition, you will." Snape said so bitterly, the messy-haired boy was amazed he didn't deduct points. "As I was saying, you will be brewing the Draught of Living Death. I want you to research everything about it, history, use, legality, and I want an essay on each of its components. Also one on how to brew it properly, another on how each ingredient reacts to the other. In the end you will brew it for me, since I am out of it and have no time to make some." He said with a near, sadistic, smile. "Any questions?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Isn't that a NEWT's level potion?" Harry asked, dread slowly filling him up, he could barely manage the OWL's level ones.

"Yes, so you had better pay close attention to what you are doing." The Professor answered matter-of-factly.

Draco just kept looking at the man with the same near-bored expression on his face, he had already brewed the Draught before and Snape knew it. This was probably the man's way of making up for giving him detention or something.

"I will grade each essay as though it was from any NEWT's student, should either of you get less than an 'Outstanding' both will have to do it again." He said, crushing his godson's reasoning. "And if the potion comes out even if just a tad off, I'll make you drink it, understood?"

Ok, dread? It was downright panic, what Harry was feeling right now. And at the newly imposed conditions, Draco wasn't too excited by the idea either.

Before either could say anything, the Potions' Master lifted his wand and waved it in rapid, specific motions and said, "You may now go to the library where you will serve detention every day. At nine I want you both back here so I can lift the spell." He said casually, walking back to his desk.

"Spell, Professor?" It was Draco's voice now, he did not like the sound of that at all. How could his Godfather just go and hex him like that?

"What does it do?" Harry asked nearly at the same time, afraid that something would just explode at anytime.

"Its effects will soon be clear, now go on already, you're wasting both yours and my time."

Neither tried to argue anymore and both marched out the door, heading for the stairs.

They kept quiet. Harry was fuming inside, still thirsty for his revenge specially when he knew what he had to do now. Malfoy paid no mind to him what so ever and kept walking his way towards the fourth floor.

This was stupid! They didn't need to be doing this… absurd cooked up entertainment to Snape's sadistic mind. If only Malfoy hadn't been an idiot and gotten them both into this whole thing.

"Serves you right, you git." he said all of a sudden, his rage still messing with his head. "Maybe this way you learn that you can't skive off everything in life. When you do something stupid, you get detention for it no matter how much you kiss Snape's arse." He kept going, walking behind the blonde as they reached the third floor.

The fact that Malfoy was ignoring his taunting for the first time… ever made him, if possible, even angrier. He couldn't think of anything else to say though and so he didn't until they finally got to the fourth floor and into the library.

There was no one there besides them, save a couple of Seventh-Year Hufflepuffs and three Ravenclaws that were just leaving.

As soon as they got in, Malfoy found himself a seat and there he settled, taking out parchment and a quill from his bag. He didn't look like he was going to pick up any books at all, the arrogant sod.

Harry, who had stopped two feet away from him, rolled his eyes and went for the books first. He didn't know the first thing about this draught and he'd need all the help he could get.

The Boy-Who-Lived however, could barely move past the next desk, something was tugging at his shirt from behind. No, it was tugging at his back.

He turned around sharply and saw nothing, only Malfoy suddenly looking up at him too. He shook his head and turned in the books direction again. He tried to move… but he couldn't, it was like he was tied to something as large as the Whomping Willow.

Fear and millions of thoughts ran through his mind, as he desperately tried to walk. What in the name of Merlin…? He put so much force into trying that there was a large noise of something falling to the floor and he fell forward as well.

He looked the direction of the dry bang he had heard and saw that the chair Malfoy had just been in had been knocked down, as had the boy who was now on the floor.

Realization hit him hard, and the relief of knowing what was wrong didn't match the horror of what he had just realized.

He was tied to Draco Malfoy.

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A.N:

Hey :D before you run away yelling "Oh no!! Not another 'stuck together' story!!" let me tell you, it's gonna be quite different, trust me :P And they're just stuck two hours a day :P

Anyway, this chappie was much more fun for me to write hehe I hope you guys like it :P

Answer to Reviews:

Nenifer121: Ohhnn thank you :) I'm so glad you liked it -hugs- Yeah, unfoooortunately the Remmie/Siri action will only show later -much later, mind you :X- nhaaim plz hold on! I love Voldie yeye and I love Lucius yeye! XD Thank you! :D

Miss-Janine: :P I hope you're talking about the dream part (as confusing) hehehe if it's that part then good! Cause I made it to be confusing heehhe, so you couldn't tell when it was harry or Voldemort thinking, I sort of mixed them together into one person. If it's another part ooops :XX sorry nhaaim, I'll try to make thing clearer! Well well I guess Draco did XD

Illyra: I'm having a great time writing Ron, I really love him (I'm afraid of making him too cool and turn him OOC :XX) Hhahaha yeah XD they should! Thank you! I really enjoyed making their minds come together in the dream like that :) I'm glad you liked it! :)

Fantasyfan4ever: Hey :) nice to hear from you again! I'm really glad you liked it! I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it :P Thanks!!

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