Harry woke up thinking about Draco. Who was it? Who couldn't he tell? Harry had had other occasions to hate what the game did to people, but this was the worst. He had Draco on the brain. All of the time. In his sleep. During class. On the pitch. He couldn't even sleep through Binns' class; he was thinking about Draco. Who?

It had been three days since the challenge had been issued. Harry couldn't believe how easy it had been to discover Draco's secret, but he could not, somehow, figure out who was the most important person to Malfoy. Who was the absolute last person Draco would tell?

He walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, avoiding bleary-eyed students. Monday morning is a unique phenomenon. Even the clumsiest students neatly perform feats of navigation studied in an entire wing of the Department of Mysteries. It has been suggested that the students' ability to navigate without sight stems from the simple fact that a collision would begin a domino effect and systematically floor everyone in the vicinity.

Harry, unfortunately, was awake and thinking about Draco, and so was not subject to this peculiar talent. He thoughtfully started to wind through the Hall toward the Gryffindor table, but the going was slow. He felt like everyone was moving in slow motion. The subject of his recursive thoughts walked in behind him, though he did not notice. He turned to slip his thin shoulder between a couple of Hufflepuffs and accidentally knocked into one, proving the Department's theory by practical example. Shortly, the only students not on the floor were the ones who had already been seated.

Harry found himself on his stomach. He attempted to roll over and discovered that someone was on top of him. He managed it anyway and found himself face to face with the very boy who had so plagued his thoughts. Draco's eyes were screwed shut and his right hand held his head; he had probably received a crack to the head when he fell.

Harry did feel bad that Draco had hurt himself, but, truth be told, the blonde was on top of him and he could…use his legs back…he guessed. "Er…Malfoy?"

Draco stopped rubbing his head. Slowly, his eyes opened, glancing furtively about him, taking in all of the befuddled students helping each other off the ground to one side and swinging over Harry to see the similar scene on the other side. He seemed to notice someone and stiffen. His head turned back toward Harry and he saw pink rising in the pale cheeks. The blonde scrambled off of him and out the door of the Great Hall. Harry propped himself up and organized his thoughts. First, he took a mental note of everyone to the side Draco had looked second. Who had he seen?

Malfoy didn't come back to breakfast, leaving Harry to ponder the other people he had seen. He quickly narrowed it down to a short list of potentials. All that was left was to figure out who it was. It was time to do something rash. Observation wasn't going to work from this far away. He would have to get closer. His mind immediately flashed an image of the two of them on the floor. He shook his head. Friendly, not close.

Hagrid's hut slowly emerged over the rise as the Gryffindors trudged out to Care of Magical Creatures. Harry carefully pulled ahead, reaching Hagrid first. He could see the Slytherins approaching as well. "Hagrid?"

"Yeah, Harry?"

"Are we working in partners today?"

"Er, yeah, probably."

"I need to work with Malfoy."

"Malfoy, Harry?" Hagrid finally turned from the rather intimidating pit in his yard to look at Harry.

"Yes, Malfoy. Er…Hagrid? Remember that game I told you about?"

Hagrid grunted and turned back to his pit. He and Harry had had a long talk the first time Harry asked for a favor for the game.

"So, can I?"

Hagrid nodded. "All righ', Harry. But I warn ya. Don't get yourself in trouble with this game."

"Thanks, Hagrid!"

The students made their way to the hut, gathering around Hagrid and the pit. Harry finally saw what was in it. They looked like a cross between spiders and parrots. Huge spiders with beaks and wings. Harry glanced over his shoulder at Ron. He was going to hate this lesson.

Some fifteen minutes later, the yard was in chaos. It turned out that, while every pair was only charged with one of the makeshift flying spiders, they were capable of multiplying. Soon, each pair was surrounded by a cloud of black legs and colorful wings. In general, students had hit the deck and intended to stay there until the nightmares were gone. Ron, however, was beyond this. Mercifully, Hagrid had paired him with Hermione. She was one of the few still standing, doing spells at rapid fire. Ron was a quivering mass at her feet. It was even quite possible that he was crying.

The only other two still standing were Harry and Draco. They had stood back to back when the creatures, which Hagrid had lovingly called "dolykins," began multiplying. They were still there, surrounded but fighting bravely. Each held his wand in his right hand as they circled around a point between their feet. Their left hands they held out to maintain their balance, though occasionally a hand would reach back to ensure the continued presence of the other boy, tapping him on the hip and snapping back out.

After a time, Hagrid managed to regain control of all of his dolykins, putting them back in the pit. A few students were sent to the nurse with scratches from the beaks, but most were just afraid. Disappointed, Hagrid dismissed the class early. Harry managed to stay near Draco.

"That was pretty good back there."

Draco looked at him like he had a dolykin climbing out of his ear. "Yes, well, we Malfoys never back down, Potter. You're just lucky I was there."

Harry wanted to shout back that it had been even but he knew that his purpose was otherwise. "I suppose so. Maybe we should partner more often." Well. That didn't hurt quite as much as he had thought it would.

Malfoy looked him over appraisingly, then questioningly, then appraisingly again. "I'll think about it." He turned and walked away. Harry smiled. He might just manage this.