Okay the chapter after this is an 'inappropriate for a classroom' scene, if you get my drift…

Most of this content is based on the film, I've only read the last two books and the chamber of secrets

Again this is just astablishing my characters, and its really a bit silly :P but it sets the ground for the story so I think its needed.

ANYWAY: Let us begin,

DISCLAMIER: Vita bella

In Napoli where love is king…

When boy meets girl,

Here's what they say…

"Malfoy, while it's great that we've been allowed some of our stuff, do you have to play those damn songs?"

Malfoy smirked, "You should like it Potter, it's Muggle music."

"What? You listen to muggle music?"

Malfoy sneered, "Don't be so shocked." Harry sighed and went back to groping through the boxes of his stuff.

They'd been in the hospital for about seven days and where learning to live with the bond. They'd mastered sleeping, talking, sending images (Malfoy had at one point sent Harry a mental image of McGonagall naked, to which Harry had replied with an image of Malfoy and McGonagall naked together) and Harry had watched Malfoy search relentlessly for a book with a solution. After three days of research, Malfoy had deemed it useless and now resigned himself to playing with his stuff. Deeply irritating Harry in the process.

"When was this song made anyway?"

Malfoy shrugged, "About 1950 or something, I'm not sure."

"1950? You're kidding me! No wonder I haven't bloody heard it!"

Malfoy glared, "Then," he flicked the miniature CD player towards Harry, "Change the song."

After glaring back Harry pressed the next button.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

Harry frowned, this song sounded weird, he pressed the next button again. Was Malfoy's taste in music as fucked up as him?

Hi, my name is

Hi my name is,

Hi, my names,

Slim shady.

"Rap music? Really Malfoy?" Malfoy shrugged, still uncaring.

Harry pressed next.

A wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours

But they make it very clear

They've got no room for ravers

"More old music?"

"Yup, this one's the sixties I think…"

"The sixties?"

"Good music back then, if they didn't dress so badly I'd wish I'd been there."

"You're so gay."

"I have that song too, it's the one next."

"You're fucking kidding me."

Harry pressed the skip button twice, he had no interest in songs about being gay, not after his fucked up dream.

Hello again, Friend of a friend

I knew you when,

"I like this one…"

Malfoy smirked, "Yeah, it's good, The Metric: Black Sheep, though this is The Clash At Demonhead version"

Harry couldn't even pretend he knew what Malfoy was talking about. "Huh." Harry nodded his hand to the bass line, he'd never liked music much, he'd always had other things to do.

"Did you know Ginny doesn't listen to Muggle music? Harry thought maybe Malfoy would laugh with him over Ginny's taste in music.

"Did you know Ginny's a ginger whore?" Apparently not.

"I was trying to start a conversation Malfoy." Harry frowned, Malfoy only seemed to be able to talk nicely when the mood took him, otherwise he was just a cock.

"You want a conversation, well then, had any more dreams that have made you violently sick lately?"

Our common goal,

Was waiting for,

The world to end!

"It was more of a nightmare."

"That made you sick?"

Harry shudder, "It was really…gross."

Malfoy snorted, "Very mature, I almost expected you to say it was 'Icky'."

"Fuck off."

Now that the truth is just a rule,

That you can bend!

"It's a little pathetic that a dream made you sick, don't you think?"

"Seriously now, Fuck off."

You crack the whip

Shape-shift and trick

The past again!

"What was it about anyway?"

"Uhh…"

Send you my Love on the wire,

Lift you up every time,

Malfoy's long fingers reached out and hit the stop button.

"Seriously now, tell me Potter."

"Uhh... well it was... just something to do with and Ginny, ok?"

Malfoy threw his head back and laughed, "A dream about your girlfriend made you sick!" Malfoy laughed even harder, clutching his stomach in amusement.

"Hey! Look it wasn't like that! We were making out…"

Malfoy laughed even harder, tears streaming from his eyes while he was choking on his own breathe.

"Oh god…"

Ha banged his fist on his bead, now laughing too hard to even make sound.

"It's not like that!"

Malfoy was completely hunched over, gripping his sides like it was painful.

"IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY"

"No…its…just so…wonderfully weird."

"I hate you." Harry folded his arms over his chest and glared at the ceiling, 'Only one more day in this room with him' running through his head like a mantra.

IT just wasn't funny at all.

Harry and Ron walked past the fat Lady into the common room at about half past twelve, only to find half of Gryffindor waiting for them.

"Alright Harry? Must be shit having Malfoy in your head!" Seamus grinned at Harry, who shifted nervously.

"Uhh, yeah." Harry glanced nervously at Ron, the reason they'd come back so late was too avoid everyone.

"So can you guys like here each other's thought and stuff."

Lavender and her bitch clan all looked at Harry, shamelessly intrigued.

"Um yeah."

Lavender sighed while some of her group rolled their eyes, clearly they would need more information in order to gossip properly. "How many of his thoughts can you hear?"

"Uhh pretty much everything…we kinda…share a brain now…"

Everyone gasped and almost everyone winced in pity. Clearly it was well known to everyone how much of a pain that would be.

"Anyway," Ron clapped his hands, "Me and Harry will be going now…"

Seamus and Dean grinned at each other, then they each pulled out a large bottle of Fire Whiskey.

"Care to see if Malfoy gets drunk along with you Harry?" Seamus grinned eagerly and other Gryffindors began pulling out their contraband, eager to start a party.

"Well…just one ok guys?" Harry glanced nervously at Ron, who nodded solemnly.

"…And then he takes out the thing, right, presses play and it's some song from the 1950s!" Harry hiccupped, flaring his glass around as he told his story.

All the Gryffindor common laughed, Neville leaned closer and slurred to Harry, "Remember that time, it what was it, third year? When Malfoy and his gang mad fun of you in Hagrid's lesson about the Dementors , and he did that thingy...you know… that's its Ron!"

Ron leaned back in his chair and wiggled his fingers at Harry, going 'Ohh' in a mock ghostly voice.

Harry laughed "Oh yeah, with the hoods! And remember when buckbeak got him, and he was all 'I'm dying I'm Dying' no, no, it was 'It's killed Me, It's killed Me!" Harry thrashed around in his chair clutching his arm dramatically.

The whole room laughed again, even those who Harry was sure weren't actually there.

Pathetic Potter…

Harry hiccupped, "OH!"

Are…are you...drunk too?

"What is it Harry?"

"It's Malfoy, SHH!" Harry put his finger to his lips and slouched forwards on the table, scrunching his face up as he thought.

Every leaned closer to him, Ron actually pressed his ear against Harrys temple.

No, I'm not drunk. Though I know you are, I can feel you're all sluggish through the bond, it's quite distracting.

Harry giggled, Malfoy was funny.

Oh and Potter, tell Weasley he's a cock sucking dick head.

"Malfoy says hi!" Harry beamed at Ron, who gaped drunkenly.

"Really?"

"No, he said you're a cock sucking dick head."

Every chortled, clapping Ron on the back if they were close enough.

"That's mean...Tell him that."

"Will do!" Harry smiled brightly.

Ron says your mean…

I know I was listening.

HOW!

Secrets Potter, secrets. Maybe if you weren't getting shit faced you'd know by now.

Cock head .Harry smiled happily.

Very unique, now if you don't mind I'm going to take out some of my frustration on Pansy. She just jumps at the chance to spread her legs, epically for someone as beautiful as me.

"OH MY GOD! He's about to fuck Pansy!"

Ron gaped, "Nuh Uh!"

"Uh huh! He just told me! And he's better and the bond then I am!"

There was a collective groan of 'Aww' from the room and Ron hugged him sloppily.

"It's probably because he's just better then you in general."

"Thanks Ron."

Harry lay down on his bed, his head swimming with happy feelings.

Malfoy?

Harry leaned back to fluff one of his pillows and somehow ended up rolling around on the floor.

Yes Potter?

Harry tried to get up, but only ended up rolling forward under his bed. He felt something sticky on his leg and shuffled around to pick it up.

Ohh, chocolate frog!

That's disgusting Potter.

Harry burped happily and tried chewing on the frogs leg, it was hard and stale, and covered with fluff.

He threw the Frog away, heard it rolling on the floor then Ron's voice going, "Chocolate Frog, mine!"

How repulsive., What did you want anyway Potter?

Harry hiccupped again, crawling slowly out from under his bed.

Can I call you Draco?

No.

Then what can I call you?

Master.

Harry giggled, Malfoy was really funny.

If I tell you about my dream, can I call you Draco?

…Perhaps…

"Harry, how would you get fluff off a chocolate frog?"

Harry paused thoughtfully, "Lick it off?"

"Good idea Harry!" Harry heard Ron's uneven footsteps thump towards his bed.

You and your friends disgust me.

I really couldn't give a fuck.

Harry was finally out from under the bed, he groped helplessly and tried to pull himself onto the soft mattress.

So about this dream thing…

Yes Draco.

Don't call me that.

If I tell you my Dream I can though.

Harry could almost hear Malfoy sigh, Yes, If you told me your dream I might be so inclined to let you have the honour of using my first name…

You're a nosy stuck up bitch, you know that?

Fuck off, Potter.

Harry grunted as he lumbered onto his bed, the noise muffled by his pillow.

Are you still shagging Pansy?

While I'm flattered at your assessment of my skills, it has been about five hours since we last talked, so no, I've finished shagging Pansy.

Nuh Uh!

Malfoy didn't respond, so Harry continued to lie face down on his bed, drooling slightly on his pillow.

Night Night, Draco.

Fuck off Potter.

He smiled peacefully and relaxed his muscles, giggling slightly at the sounds of Ron chomping on the Chocolate Frog.

"Ughhh…" Harry headache was excruciating, and his stomach felt as if he'd been on a long and harsh sea voyage. His chin was covered in drool and his felt they were filled with grit.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnggg." His tongue felt extremely thick and heavy and his mind was slow, every thought seemed to be an effort.

"Got…to...get…up...Harry…" Ron's voice sounded like exactly like Harry felt.

"Yeah…" Harry swung his legs out of bed, feeling stupidly sluggish and wishing that he hadn't even looked at the fire whiskey last night.

Regrets Potter? Malfoy's cool voice flooded in Harrys head, bringing the sensation of Malfoy's cool morning clarity into his mind.

God but Malfoy was a good morning person.

I never want to drink again…

He felt Malfoy laugh over the bond, it made Harry feel warm and happy. He felt his mind latch on to the feeling, riding it out with Malfoy.

Feeling Clingy, Potter?

No, I feel like shit.

Malfoy snorted through bond, again Harry latched on to the sensation.

I can feel your calm, you know.

I know, I'm also aware you're leeching off it without my permission.

…Would you give me you permission?

Harry thought absently it must be a strange sight to the others, him sitting on his bed, wrapped up in a non-verbal conversation.

I might…

Harry sighed in relief.

if….

If?

Just make sure the seat next to you in charms is empty, ok?

Harry grinned, Malfoy was in one of his surprisingly nice moods. Can do.

Harry was sitting quietly behind his desk, waiting patiently for Malfoy.

Two minutes before the class started, and just before Harry was about to give up, Malfoy came prowling in, an annoyed Pansy following loosely behind him.

Malfoy swooped airily past his normal followers and sat gracefully in the seat besides Harry, who smiled with appreciation.

Malfoy nodded curtly and pulled out a book, his attention dithering between the book and Professor Flitwick.

People are staring at us…

Of course they are Potter, we were arch enemies for two years and now we're sharing a brain and sitting next to each other. If I where them I'd stare too.

I know I was just saying….

Shut up Potter.

Malfoy turned to the assigned page and sighed briefly as Harry continued to stare at him.

Page 340, paragraph 9, section 5, Potter.

Harry pulled out his book staring blankly at the page, he could feel a mild buzzing in his head from the hangover, but otherwise it was just Malfoy's cool, yet slightly sinister, calm.

So…

Malfoy continued to ignore Harry, pulling out some parchment and writing lazily.

"What Potter?" Malfoy mumbled quietly, Harry noticed how Lavender had been watching them intently and was now whispering animatedly to her partner.

"Just um… what are we doing."

"Work."

"I know that. But what work?"

"Charms work."

"I'm going to kill you. What type of charms work, e.g. what spell, are we doing?"

"Expert Levitation and advanced charm theory."

"It's like pulling teeth talking to you.

Malfoy grinned, "I do try."

Harry sighed and read briefly through his textbook, it was all simple stuff, looked like lots of homework but it could have been worse.

"So….your dream?"

Harry stiffened, "Yeah…"

"Going to tell me about that?"

"Urr…" Harry glanced nervously over at Ron, who had his head down on the desk looking slightly dead.

Under the table Malfoy's leg brushed against Harrys under the table. Harry shifted slightly on his chair, somehow not decide whether to move away or move closer.

"Malfoy, do you like Boys?"