Title: Neither Good nor Evil

Rating: PG – 13

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.

Chapter Three

Pandora's Box

"Oi, Potter!" The figure yelled. Harry dove towards the ground, landing roughly.

"Malfoy?"

"Who were you expecting? The Minister of Magic?" Malfoy smirked. Harry rubbed his forehead.

"I came down here to get away from you." He muttered closing his eyes for a moment, feeling even more tired then he had moments before.

"Away from me? I haven't even seen you since breakfast." Malfoy looked at him like he was crazy. Which I am. Harry thought, remembering the dream he had had the night before.

"Never mind." He snapped, swinging a leg over his broom.

"Oh, no. You're not getting off the easy. You've gone and sparked my interest. Have I intruded upon your thoughts?" Malfoy smirked, grabbing onto him so he couldn't fly off. Harry threw his Firebolt on the ground

"Shut up, would you?" He retorted, flopping down next to the broom. Malfoy followed, though much more gracefully.

"You opened Pandora's Box, Potter dear." He returned, sarcastically. Harry scowled at him.

"I have been thinking about you," Harry bit out, his face heating up against his will, "Happy now?"

"Not quite. Have they been good thoughts, evil thoughts or… well, naughty thoughts?" Malfoy's smirk widened.

"Why should I tell you?" Harry looked down at the ground, his face reddening further.

"That naughty, huh? You know, I never thought it would be you who would be gay. I was really expecting Granger." Malfoy shrugged making a 'huh' noise in the back of his throat.

"Shut up, will you?" Harry repeated, glaring at him. The look did not have quite the effect considering his face resembled a cherry at that moment.

"No, I don't think I will. I rather like the sound of my own voice. Where these naughty thoughts slightly… erotic?" Malfoy smirked at him.

"Just leave me alone," Harry exploded, shooting up, his face burning, "Why can't you just leave me the hell alone! Not only do I have to see you everyday, you've intruded on my thoughts and on my dreams! I just want you to leave me the hell alone already!" He turned to run but stopped at the hand on his arm.

"I can't leave you alone. How can I leave you alone if I can't even get you out of my head?" Malfoy answered softly. He then turned and quietly left the Pitch.

"Oh, fuck." Harry muttered, staring after him.

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"Harry, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere." Hermione ambushed him as soon as he entered the Common Room.

"I was just out flying for a while. What's up?" Harry forced a small smile. Frankly, he was exhausted. Now, thanks to Malfoy, he was confused as well.

"The Headmaster was looking for you. Something about a prophecy of some sort." She shrugged. Harry flopped into a chair.

"Harry, mate, you alright?" Ron tossed him a Chocolate Frog. He opened it and took a bite, hoping for a sugar rush strong enough to kill him.

"Yeah. Hermione tell Dumbledore… tell Dumbledore whatever you want. I just can't deal with another prophecy right now." Harry sat back, not in the mood for another prophecy.

"I'm sorry, Harry. This one, like all the others, is rather important." Dumbledore appeared at the entrance of the Common Room.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir." Harry stood, embarrassed that the Headmaster had heard his half-rant.

"Meet me in my office as soon as you get changed. A new prophecy has been found concerning you and the light of the Wizarding world." Dumbledore smiled and left.

"Ooh, cryptic." Ron laughed, biting into another Chocolate Frog.

"Oh, just shut up, Ron." Harry snapped, exasperated, stomping off towards the Boy's staircase. Ron followed.

"What's up with you, mate? You've been on edge since last night after you met up with Malfoy. What happened?" He prompted. Harry stopped at the Dormitory door.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just a little tired, that's all." He looked away, afraid to meet the taller boy's eyes.

"Okay. But you've been tired a lot lately." Ron turned and wandered back into the Common Room. Harry hurried into the Dormitory.

Can't even tell my own best friend. Great person I am. He thought viciously, grabbing clothes out of his trunk. It took him several minutes to get all his clothes onto the right parts of his body. He stormed back through the Common Room, not bothering to say good-bye to Ron and Hermione, and soon found himself outside Dumbledore's office. It took ten minutes for him to figure out the password (Sugar Quill) and ride the moving staircase to the oak door.

"Come in, Harry." Dumbledore's voice ordered from the other side of the door before he'd even knocked.

"Sorry I'm late, sir. I couldn't figure out the password." Harry explained. Dumbledore smiled and motioned him into a chair.

"It's quite alright, Harry. We're still waiting on another person. Ah, here he comes now. Come in." The old man smiled at the door though Harry hadn't heard a knock. For one distracted moment he wondered how the old man did things like that. The door opened, interrupting his pointless thoughts.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor. I… Potter?" Draco Malfoy stepped into the room. Harry groaned softly, pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy, please take a seat." Dumbledore motioned to the seat next to Harry. Malfoy dropped into it, not hiding the fact he was staring fixedly at the boy next to him, gauging his reaction

"Uh… sir?" Harry prompted, shifting uncomfortably under Malfoy's stare and trying not to blush.

"Ah, yes. The prophecy. I have it right here," Dumbledore waved his hand vaguely at a silver sphere, "This is a rather blunt prophecy. Not much room for the imagination. I hope you boys don't mind." The two boys shook their heads, slightly relieved.

"Sir, how do you know it concerns us?" Harry asked, already anticipating the answer. It had to be Professor Trawlaney.

"Because I just heard it made last night. It seems Professor Trawlaney is on a roll lately." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. Point for Harry, He thought sarcastically.

"That old bat's…" Malfoy began.

"Prediction's seem to come true more often then not." Dumbledore interrupted with a small smile.

"He's right you know." Harry put in, trying not to grin at the murderous expression on the blond's face.

"Whatever." Malfoy snapped, shooting his a glare. Harry reveled in the trip back to normalcy.

"Now put your hands on the sphere and claim you are who you are." Dumbledore ordered. Harry and Malfoy set their hands on the sphere, Harry trying not to blush at the contact.

"I am Harry Potter."

"I am Draco Malfoy." The sphere split open.

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