Disclaimer: Any recognisable characters, setting and scenarios are owned by the wonderful and amazing J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros and other suchlikes. I am making no money and am doing this for purely entertainment purposes, don't eat me. Also, many jokes in these belong to my humorous friends who will possibly eat me if I don't give them credit.

A/N: I'm so sorry once again for this taking longer than I anticipated. Basically, I'm still at school and working. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it, full time education and a part time job makes free time a very rare commodity. However, at the end of this week I shall be doing neither, only charity work. So, I fully intend to have this story finished fairly sharpish (I am talking six weeks here guys). I do hope you guys enjoy the sexual tension in this chapter, I had to physically restrain myself to stop a kinky bit of sex going on here, but it would have been terribly OOC. Does anybody ever read these blabberings? If you do, I feel sorry for you. Once again my beta is missing so any mistakes are most certainly mine and I would love it if you mercilessly corrected me. Reviews save house elves and make my life!

Sitting in the corner of the eighth year common room was Blaise Zabini, watching a certain group of Gryffindor's closely. His eyes were narrowed just over his book so to anyone other than the trio it would have appeared he was reading.

Harry had come in looking glum. Then he'd spoken to Hermione who had seemed inclined to comfort him even though there were no tears. She'd spoken to him for a long time, both engaged in deep conversation. He'd talked to her in massive paragraphs and she tended to simply respond with motherly looks. There was no way for Blaise to tell what they were talking about, but when Ron came and sat with them, and got in a mood after a few minutes. Blaise thought he had a fairly good idea.

This was great news for his little get-draco-laid-before-he-turns-into-a-rage-monster plan. However it made no difference to his long term get-some-sleep plan.

Draco's nightmares were no better and it really didn't help Blaise to get any sleep. He'd finally feel himself drifting off only to hear muffled noises and thrashing from the bed beside him. Then, being the fabulous best friend he was, he had to awake Draco from his reccurring nightmare. Not particularly his idea of fun. In his totally unhumble opinion, it was time to put a stop to it. The fact Harry Potter had told Hermione at lunch he'd been having the same problem could mean one of a few things.

They're both going serparately crazy, they're both going crazy together, or something in common is making them crazy.

Blaise was going to figure it out and make it stop. If only because he really needed some goddamn sleep. He reached up to rub his eyes with his knuckles and stifled a yawn. The common room was at that temperature where everything was so much more comfortable, and it was making him tired just thinking about sleep. He snapped himself awake quickly, he needed to get a move on with at least one of his plans.

But there was no way he was going to have a conversation with Harry about Draco. And then the only person he disliked more than Harry was Ron. Picturing in his head how Ron would react to Blaise asking for help, a laugh in the face before a punch. Most likely. Blaise prided himself on being respected, and no doubt that respect would falter if he were beaten to a pulp by an undesirable Weasley. Ginevra would probably be alright with him, though he never saw her with Harry so doubted whether she'd be any more help than Pansy. He came to the conclusion that his best bet was Hermione. He could trust Hermione to be calm and logical about pretty much everything he could throw at her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Blaise saw Hermione get up and move towards the main exit of the common room. Being sat less than a meter from where she was headed, he saw his chance and grasped it.

Pulling himself in front of the staircase to block her exit, he smirked at Hermione. She didn't look impressed at all as she tried to push past him.

"What on earth do you want?" She asked eventually. Completely exasperated.

"What's going on with Harry?" He asked. He settled back into leaning against a nearby wall. Her exit still blocked. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest but Blaise just smiled sweetly back.

"He's broken up with Ginny. What's it to you?" Hermione stated petulantly and went to walk out again.

Blaise was having none of it though, blocking her exit at every turn she made. He didn't care how long it took him and how irritating he had to be because if he had to be woken by Draco another night he'd kill somebody.

"I don't give a sh-"

"Zabini! Leave 'er alone!" Ron shouted, even though he'd found his way to being stood behind Hermione anyway.

"Ronald Billius Weasley, blood traitor extrodinaire and now apparently Granger's night in shining armour. Any other titles you are going to grace us with?" Very nearly sneering, Blaise spoke as if he were playing an overly flamboyant squire in a pantomime. He found the best way to get rid of stupid people, was to use sarcasm. Blaise swore to that method like it was written in holy ink, that and the fact it was his favourite way of speaking.

Ron flushed red and stuttered for a moment before walking away when Hermione turned and told him she could handle it on her own. He was still blushing when he went and sat back down next to Harry. Blaise took his eyes back to Hermione.

"The dreams. Draco has them too." Blaise told her in a near whisper.

She gaped at him for a moment and Blaise could almost hear the coggs in her brain turning over the gentle hum of the common room. She scrutinised his face carefully and it made Blaise feel slightly self conscious. But then her eyes glazed over and she lost herself in thought for a moment. Blaise could only stare at her with raised eyebrows, she belonged in Ravenclaw really. She snapped out of it and looked at him.

"Harry's scar twitches from them. I don't know what they are but it's not just any old nightmare." Was what she eventually spat out with a worried expression on her face.

"Any bright ideas?" Blaise asked, only half sarcasticly.

"Library."

Easing open his eyes, Draco knew immediately he wasn't in bed. No, he was still in Astronomy. He attempted to yawn as inconspiciously as possible, which obviously didn't work.

"Morning sunshine!" Sally-Anne Perks whispered brightly from behind him.

"Fuck off." Groaning and resting his head onto the desk, Draco stifled another large yawn.

"Remind me never to wake up next to you." She chimed sarcasticly.

"Remind me never to sleep with you." Draco quipped back.

"Touche!" Blaise commented from next to him. "Although Sally, I'm a morning person in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't." She winked at him all the same and Pansy scowled at her.

Most of Draco's friends had taken Astronomy and the subject was mainly Slytherin and Ravenclaw dominated. That normally shaped up to give decent conversations in this subject but as Sinistra had insisted on quiet, Draco had found himself drifting off once again. He wasn't the only one either, he saw Terry Boot snoring in the corner with the word SQUIB in black ink on his forhead.

For a moment Draco chuckled to himself at the lack of imagination from his classmates. Even though for the most part they'd cower somewhere if he decided to join the crowd gathered around Terry. His friends treated him the same as ever but it seemed everyone else was scared. Everyone else had changed they're opinions of him through the war and instead of seeing him as the pathetic school bully, they saw him as a scary death eater. He was probably closer to the first of the two, though he'd never admit it to himself.

Trying to force himself to tune into the stern and steady if not slightly monotone lecture of Proffesor Sinistra, Draco forced himself awake for the remainder of the half hour. He managed to scribble down a line of notes before he threw himself out of the class as fast as he could. Even though he only then went to wait for his friends.

"Are we going to see everyone off then?" Pansy asked, trying to act brightly.

"Do we have to?" Baise and Draco whined simultaneously. Looking as tired as Draco felt, he guessed Blaise wanted to just go to bed as much as he did. The bags under his friends eyes were getting darker and it was predominantly Draco's fault. Draco felt kind of bad for a moment, but then decided hell, it's not like he wants nightmares.

"If you're not all there to see us off I'll hex you!" Sally called from halfway down the staircase and Blaise stuck his tongue out at her.

Draco rolled his eyes and started down the stairs. They only had about half an hour before they'd have to be at the station and he wanted to get a decent amount of time lying on his bed before then. He was exhausted.

Behind him, Pansy and Blaise followed closely. They talked amongst themselves, flirting and teasing each other gently. The chime of his friends voides in the background kept Draco from running down the stairs to get back to their common room. Without them he'd have a lot less headaches, but he wouldn't swap them for the world. Well, actually he probably would...

"Oooh, Draco guess what Blaise found out?" Pansy squealed so close to his ear he swore he should be deaf. "I can't believe he hasn't teased you yet!"

"What has Blaise charmed out of some unsuspecting Hufflepuff?" Draco asked, as if the conversation were all too tedious. In fact he was fairly intrigued. Blaise manages to weasel out all sorts of information, probably because he was pretty hard to hate. He was a joker, sure. Stuck up, definitely. But he had everyone's best interests at heart. Unlike Draco who either loved you, or hated you. There was no middle ground or being nice because you should with Draco Malfoy, but at least you know where you're stood.

"It was Granger, actually." Pansy turned and looked at him with an expression of horror. "What? Just because you hate her. She's useful."

"Tool." She jibed at him halfheartedly.

"Slut." He retorted back. By this time Draco had a killing headache and was on the verge of turning round to knock their heads together. "Anyway, there's somebody freshly single lurking about."

Draco was now very much intrigued, if not a little worried by Pansy's snort. He mumbled a noise vaguely affirmative and began to hope Blaise wasn't having him on. Really hope. But then Draco realised that unless this person was a fan of ex death eater's he'd probably laugh in his face and walk right away.

"Short, probably a bottom" Draco heard a slap and a giggle from behind him and instantly decided he didn't want to know what his friends were doing. "Yes, dark, handsome. He has a body on him, apparently..."

The long stretched out silence was only broken by passers by and pansy snorting with laughter. Draco thought about it. Most certainly his type, not that he had enough reputation to have one. Only in his mind did he have a type. Newly single, could take some effort and Draco wasn't exactly a comforting person. Even so, chances are this person would be terrified of him or hate his guts. However annoyed this made him, he wanted to know now anyway.

"So, are you going to tell me who it is?" Draco asked impatiently as he halted outside the common room entrance.

"Potter." Blaise and Pansy said in unison before bursting into uncontrolled fits of laughter.

Draco rolled his eyes and huffed in frustration. Blaise, as usual, was having him on. He wondered to himself why on earth he ever put up with him at all as he muttered the password and descended down into their common room. The place was starting to finally look lived in, rather than brand new and the fires were blazing to create a cozy feel. Magasines and books were on every table and most chairs had a random cloak or jumper strew across it.

Behind him his friends came down the staircase, still laughing.

"He is single though!" Pansy shouted as he crossed the common room and he flipped her an elegant middle finger. That proved too much for them and they found themselves nearly wheezing on the floor with laughter.

Harry was sat in the common room already, he'd had to practically run there. Wanting to spend as much time with Ron as possible before the holiday, he'd come to the common room only to find him and Hermione already sat talking in depth about something. Once he'd arrived Ron attacked him with a rough brotherly hug. They'd grown ever closer since the death of his brother, although it hadn't matured him as Hermione had thought it would. Nothing could mature Ron, not really.

Hermione and himself were trying to convince Ron that they really didn't need invitations to the Burrow, and that they really were fine at school. They knew the Wealsey's were going to be doing something as a family for Fred, and had come to a mutual decision it was probably better to give them space. They were practically family, however they weren't quite family. They'd keep in touch and probably spend far too much time flooing one another over the holidays, but it was better for them to have space to deal with their loss. Hermionoe had told him all this, and Harry had agreed. Ron was against the idea and said they were family enough to stay, but their minds were already made up.

He was just about to argue against them when Draco Malfoy stormed across the common room. Normally he'd pass through the hustle and bustle unnoticed but seeing as they were the only ones in there who weren't packing, he caused a fuss. He and his friends went quiet and Pansy's voice carried across the room. Hermione rolled her eyes in clear annoyance at her dorm mate, and Harry could have sworn she muttered something beneath her breath.

"Who is?" Harry asked him. He didn't mean to annoy him but it was clear that he did.

"You are." Draco sneered at him harshly, only just refraining from baring his teeth. Proudly, he marched the rest of the way past the gathering of armchairs by the fire and presumably into his dorm.

"What the bloody..." Ron started to ask, completely forgetting whatever it was he was about to say. He gaped after Draco in much the same way Harry did.

Hermione just looked at them both exasperatedly and said. "Have fun, Ron. Your family needs you but not a houseful of us. We'll both be there next year, promise." Her expression warmed and she stretched out her hand to hold Ron's. He looked up into her eyes and kissed her hand lightly as she blushed. Harry didn't know who he'd gotten lessons off but apparently they worked for him. Hand kissing was probably beyond George even, and Harry was beginning to be suspicious where this sudden romanticism had come from.

At that moment everybody started to pile in from their lessons. Most went straight to their dorms to pack the last of their things and get on their way to the station. There was a commotion as everyone collected personal belongings that had been scattered around their living quarters throughout the three months they'd been there. Although it'd been perfectly tidy when they'd all arrived, they'd soon managed to upset the order of everything and random belongings were scattered between all the rooms.

Harry spoke with his friends about Christmas plans, they exchanged presents and promised not to open them until christmas morning. They joked about the fact no matter what their presents this year would be much better than the last. Laughing with each other, they didn't notice the time passing until Seamus threw Ron's case at his feet.

"C'mon yeh lazy buggers!" Seamus called as he headed up spiral staricase that lead up to the halls. The trio snapped out of their conversation and gathered their things.

"Take a book for the journey Ronald." Hermione warned. She was trying to convince him reading was fun, to no avail. He didn't know it yet but Harry had bought the weasley family a television for Christmas. Harry guessed Hermione would have no chance with reading once he'd discovered how to work it properly. No doubt Mr Weasley would fire call him about how brilliant it was and they'd have to go through how to set the channel's up with him for hours. Then they'd have to listen to how brilliant muggles were for another few hours. Harry knew what he was doing Christmas day.

"I'll take it, but I'm not saying I'll read it." Ron said as he stuffed it into the bag he was going to take on the train with. Truth be told it'd probably end up with melted chocolate or pumpkin pasty all over it, rather than being read. They picked up a case of Ron's each and made their way out of the castle.

They walked in a steady and comfortable silence, Ron and Hermione a little ahead of Harry as was the usual pattern. Lugging suitcases and swapping so that Ron carried the heaviest, he jokingly claimed Hermione was probably stronger than Harry. Settling back into a comfortable silence, they began the long journey to the station. The Thestrals met them halfway and they enjoyed the second half of their journey in one of the carriages. The trees passed by in a blur as Harry looked out of the window, daydreaming about the upcoming christmas and thinking of what to do for a week and a half with no homework.

When they finally got to the station, the platform was crowded as ever. People were rushing about, hugging goodbyes, gathering luggage and finding seats. Harry realised he had no idea other than Hermione, who was staying. Dean and Seamus were going on holiday with their families together, although their families didn't know it was together yet. He'd managed to overhear that much. Other than that, he really didn't know. Judging by those on the platform, it wasn't going to be a massively busy christmas. Certainly the most of the younger years were clambering on the train with cases. The noise was unbearable and the hiss of steam and roar of the engine could barely be heard over the overly loud voices shouting goodbyes.

"Don't open anything until Christmas. And floo me!" Ron called as he embraced Harry in a firm hug, before squeezing Hermione tightly for a moment. Lugging his things up onto the coach nearest the back, he waved at them cheerily. "And don't get into too much trouble!"

"Promise." Hermione shouted and kissed him lightly on the cheek before coming to stand next to Harry again.

They watched him get onto the train and disappear. The racket started to die down, little by little. People got onto the train and gave up on their goodbyes, leaving fewer and fewer people on the platform.

Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw a shock of blonde hair. Draco was stood incredibly awkwardly, being hugged by Sally, who was obviously doing the rounds. Harry didn't like her much, he decided then. It wasn't a fair judgement as he'd never heard her do anything wrong however the fact she was being so overly friendly somehow annoyed him. She was just a little too nice. People were staying away from the silver trio as usual, giving them an extra meter around them so Harry could see they had no bags. Of course it wouldn't be Christmas without some red and green fights, would it? He only just refrained from rolling his eyes as he thought that bitterly.

"Bye guys!" Hermione and Harry turned to see Ginny leaning out of a window a little further down the train, she gave them a quick wave and then it seemed she was pulled back into the cabin.

"She'd kill herself falling out a cabin to say goodbye to us. Only Ginny." Hermione said with an air of exasperation and still fondness. Harry and Ginny were still on good terms. It was a good thing too or else he feared the Weasley women would find a way to stern look him to death. After everything he'd done, he was still a little scared of girls.

The train gave a massive huff just as the final whistle blew. There was a commotion to get inside all the doors in time but as the train pulled away from the station slowly, people rushed to windows to wave. People stood on the distinctly empty platform waving back, and Harry turned his collar up against the cold. He couldn't wait to get back inside.

The ride back to the castle seemed shorter than the one away from it. Harry quickly found himself in a remarkably empty great hall. The normal four long tables had been pushed to the edges, leaving only one long one with benches either side. Still, there was a full display of a feast fit for kings piled up along the full length. There were massive Pine trees all around the edges of the hall and they were all decorated with white decorations. Fake snow fell softly from the ceiling, though it never actually hit anything it just looked like snow.

When Professor McGongall gave her speech, she announced that eighth years could spend the entire holiday in Hogsmeade if that was their wish and that also all others will have a daily trip with Hagrid. She'd told them a set of basic rules and wished everyone a happy and peaceful holiday before sitting herself down and being showered in applause, mainly from Hermione.

"She's a brilliant Headmistress, isn't she?" Hermione enthused once she had listened to the speech and was clapping her hands enthusiasticly.

Harry nodded in vague agreement and applauded too, even the Slytherin's couldn't find fault in this particular speech. So they ate with a hushed hum of voices over the top, quiet conversations filling the room. The food was fantastic and festive as ever, with turkey legs and various other poultry with gravy and mash. It was home food, it tasted like what Harry always presumed his mother's cooking would have tasted like should he ever have tried it.

When everyone made their way back to their respective common rooms they were cheery and full of food, so when a certain Slytherin suggested a few games not even Hermione objected.

It had started with exploding snap, of course. Draco knew that Pansy had something more planned for the night, so he expected everything that came next. It'd moved onto exploding snap with a forfeit, then it'd turned into truth or dare and a few people had been shouted at by Pansy because they tried to go to bed. That was when Blaise had brought out his trunk of imported firewhiskey and Pansy had nearly exploded in excitement. Draco had only just repressed his roll of his eyes, his best friends were just too predictable.

"This isn't such a good idea, at least one of us should be sober." Hermione said doubtfully as Pansy had began planning a list of drinking games she knew.

"Well Granger, I'm so glad you've volunteered to be the resident party pooper, I didn't think anyone was going to do so." Pansy sneered and Hermione just narrowed her eyes and muttered something about intelligence under her breath and went to sit it out. Harry had gone to follow her and come back after she'd hit him on the arm with a book.

The group arranged themselves in a cricle. Pansy, Blaise, Draco, Ernie, Hannah, Anthony, Lisa and Harry were all sat cross legged on the floor in a rather undignified manner. Still wearing their shirts and ties from their uniforms nobody had bothered to change yet.

"Stip poker with free alcohol or 'I've never'. It's your choice guys." Blaise said as he sat down a crate of firewhiskey and set it down in the center along with a pack of cards. Purposefully, he crossed his arms and looked around the circle expectantly. Nobody spoke for a long time.

"I'm shit at poker, the other one." Harry said after a while. Of course Harry would be shit at poker, he was a typical Gryffindor. No cunning, no ability to lie. Draco was very smug that at least he could beat Harry at something, as Draco was particularly good at poker.

"I've never it is. Don't worry I'm sure poker will arise at some point!" Pansy said excitedly, ringing her hands. "Accio shot glasses." A line of roughly ten shot glasses made their way into her hands quickly.

"Who starts?" Draco asked sweetly. If he was nice to his friends, they probably wouldn't embarrass him too much. He could see they were looking for fun in embarrassing someone and he could only hope they'd pick on Ernie instead of him.

"Hold on I'll just cast the charms." Pansy said. He knew what she was talking about. She'd managed to invent the charms that meant anyone in the circle absolutely had to stick to the rules. They could drop out before each turn if they wished, but once something was said they had to be completely honest. Someone will say "I've never..." and something they've never done, anyone who has done it has to take a shot. It was probably Draco's least favourite game. If was undignified to not be able to lie.

Once she was done she looked over at Draco and wiggled her eyebrows, a sign that Draco hoped meant she was going to pick on someone else.

"I've never cast a cruciatis curse." Pansy said proudly and looked at Draco expectantly. Apparently not, the bitch.

Draco picked up his already full shot glass and downed it in one, only just feeling the burn he'd gotten used to at the back of his throat. What shocked him most is that the other person to do the same was Harry Potter. The golden boy had cast an unforgivable. He obviously noticed the circle staring at him, but simply shrugged like he didn't care, though it was obvious to Draco that he did. For a moment he wondered whether their truce stretched far enough to ask him about it, and decided it probably didn't.

Then of course as they made their way around the circle with I've never's they got more and more mundane each time. Things about never eating grass or never drinking bleach and things. Draco had no idea what bleach was, but he guessed it didn't taste nice because nobody had drank it. The last person he imagined would break the mundane chain was Ernie McMillan.

"I've never sexually kissed someone of my gender. Does that make sense?" He questioned. It did obviously, because as hard as Draco faught, he found himself along with Lisa picking their glasses and downing their shots. Draco didn't feel tipsy yet at all although he could see some people were starting to look a little out of it. Draco felt people's stares for a moment, but then when Hannah started to talk almost everyone looked at her. Everyone but Harry, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes. "What?" Draco mouthed at him, which seemed to snap Harry out of his little trance as he took a shot for a reason Draco hadn't heard.

When it came to Draco's turn he decided to get Pansy back.

"I've never run through the forbidden forest in only socks." Draco stated, as he smiled sweetly at Pansy taking her shot and glaring at him. People giggled, and it would have been more satisfying if he couldn't feel Harry staring at him.

Pansy's next "I've never" was directed at embarrassing Hannah Abbot. As were most of her "I've never"'s after that point. Pansy was like a dog, once she'd bitten down she'd never let go. Hannah was a particularly easy target, Draco thought and he wished his friend's would be mean to Harry instead. Not that they hadn't done their fair share of that over the years.

"I've never given a blowjob." Lisa Turner said proudly, and practically all the girl's reached for their shot glasses, along with Draco. A string of words sounding distinctly like jumbled versions of fuck and shit came out of his mouth as he once again downed a glass of firewhiskey. Now he was starting to feel tipsy, though it still didn't numb the feel of Harry's eyes carefully scrutinising him. He felt Blaise carefully pat him on the back while stifling a laugh at his poor friend's expense. Then he turned back to wink at Pansy. Three guesses as to who her blow jobs go to, Draco thought bitterly. He wasn't a happy drunk, and he never had been. As people got more and more drunk and the Hufflepuffs left, the questions got more and more interesting. At the same time, more and more sexual.

"I've never been licked out." was particularly embarassing, as according to Pansy's spell it didn't matter what the technical term for it was. So Draco took another shot. People looked at him curiously and some with disgust, though Draco found himself beginning to not care. He wasn't everybody's cup of tea, and he'd grown to realise that. The alcohol helped with the not caring thing too. Draco had come to realise that after a few shots there was very little in the world he could force himself to care about. He was still mad at his friends for suggesting the game and basically outing him rather ungracefully. It was their fault, Draco decided. Tomorrow he'd really hate them for it, and they knew it, but right now he really couldn't care less.

"I've never been so drunk I vomited on a stranger." Blaise said. Draco took a shot. So did Lisa and Anthony.

"I think I'm going to bed..." Lisa said, which got a resounding "me too" from everyone but Pansy and Draco. Draco only disagreed because he was too busy concentrating on glaring at Blaise for his last I've never. Blaise simply winked and whispered in his ear that he'd be happy to throw a coming out party if he wanted.

"Well you're all boring, it's only 2am. Stupid people, no fun." Pansy stropped and went to make her way to her room. But Blaise grabbed her by the waist, flung her over his shoulder and ran into their room. Draco rolled his eyes and just prayed they'd be quiet or use some kind of charm. He saw Harry talking to Hermione and pushed past him pureposefully on the way into his dorm. Draco was in a foul mood already and he didn't even have a hangover yet. He didn't know why the fact he'd had a bad night meant he should pick on Harry, but in his drunken mind it did.

Harry awoke late morning feeling like he should be dead. In fact, he felt worse than he did when he had just maybe died. His head was pounding in a rhythm which reminded him vaguely of the bad dance music Dudley used to listen to. Harry groaned when he opened his eyes to the blindingly bright sea of red and gold which were his bed sheets, and then swore to himself he'd never drink alcohol again in his life.

The pounding in his head got worse when the lights were suddenly brighter. Harry sat up to shout at whoever it was who'd opened the curtains just as Pansy shouted "Wake up you fucking Squibs!" and stormed out the door. Blaise laughed and went after her before coming back around the corner and chucking a pillow onto Draco's head.

"You too, gaylord." Draco narrowed his eyes at him and dived back under the covers.

Harry got up and focused on steadying himself and walking to the shower as painlessly as possible. It was more difficult than Harry expected so he found himself nearly walking into Ron's bed on the way and certainly taking longer than he should have done. However once he'd safely got to the bathroom door he found it already blocked by a stupidly blond and pointy head. Normally he and Draco found they could ignore each other or be pleasant, though not today.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Golden Boy! Please, go ahead." Draco mocked falsely. He stepped towards the doorway to cut ahead, but Harry was having none of it. None at all. Not when he was in the mood he was.

"Fuck you, Malfoy." Harry shouted and pulled Draco back out of the doorway by the back of his tee shirt, which very nearly ripped.

Draco spun round and whacked Harry's arm, hard. Pulling his hand away he scowled at Draco scathingly. The boy's hair was a mess and his eyes looked more tired than usual, though he still managed to pull it off and look like that was how he wanted to appear. That was a trait Harry was a tad envious of.

"I'd rather you didn't, Potter." Draco spat and looked at him with a look of disdain. Harry realised he wasn't wearing his glasses, so Draco must be really bloody close for him to still be seen clearly. For a reason Harry couldn't fathom, that thought made his stomach flip. He decided not to engage in whatever argument Draco was trying to drag him into and simply stepped ahead into the doorway.

"You arrogant bastard!" Draco growled and launched himself through the door too. They collided and both tried to simultaneously pull the other out of the bathroom. Neither one particularly needed the toilet, or a shower. It was the principle.

Draco had Harry by scruff of his neck and Harry had Draco by the upper arms. They pushed and pulled each other to try and get the other out the door roughly, no doubt leaving bruises. Harry knew how childish it was, and that if his friends saw him they'd think he was the biggest idiot. Frankly, he didn't care.

Harry felt the breath leave him suddenly, as a sharp and bony fist met his unprepared stomach. He coughed and spluttered for a moment and Draco smirked.

"You fight like a girl." Draco said to him softly, almost pityingly.

A surge of anger rushed through him. His cousin used to tell him that, and it always had the same effect. A wave of fire coursed through him and he felt a growl emerge from deep inside his belly. Using his grip of Draco's shoulders, he pushed the boy against the tiled wall and was met with little resistance. Draco hadn't been expecting retaliation and he was no where near as strong as Dudley.

Draco struggled and shouted loudly and wordlessly, his arms swiping to try and get to Harry but failing.

"Yeah, you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" Harry smirked and tried to wrestle him back out the door.

They pushed and shoved hard, kicking shins and slamming fists but getting no further than a few inches. Harry didn't know what to do, and so without really thinking about it he pulled Draco's forearm up to his mouth and bit down on it hard.

He wondered what on earth he'd been thinking, but draco winced in pain anyway. The other boy managed to push Harry away before he could draw blood but there were still visible teeth marks.

"Kinky." Draco joked and Harry was stunned.

What? Harry had no idea where that had come from and was embarrassed. He paused and felt his cheeks flush for a moment, but soon regained his ability to push back and fight Draco for the bathroom.

"Why is everything you say a fucking innuendo?" Harry shouted. Draco found time and a hand to give him a middle finger and a quick left hook to his waist. Harry huffed and got Draco back with one right on his chest. Draco got his breath back but managed to hold Harry off too.

"What the fuck?" They both heard and paused to turn and see Blaise stood in the doorway looking shocked, followed closely by an exasperated Hermione and an amused Pansy. "Get off my best friend!"

Blaise's face went from shocked to outraged and he went to lunge at Harry. Never before had Harry seen the protective side of a Slytherin, and he had to admit it was a little scary. Hermione got flustered and tried to loudly talk them into calmness.

Harry released his hold on Draco but pushed him out the door and slammed it behind him, locking himself in the bathroom they'd been fighting over. For a few moments Harry heard Draco protest, before he was calmed down and obviously stood to wait for Harry to finish. Soon after he heard Pansy throw a snide comment at Hermione and Hermione deftly ignore it. He could imagine her rolling her eyes.

If he was honest with himself, Harry felt like an idiot. He'd not only just had a fight with Draco Malfoy, but he'd done so over a bathroom. That really did just feel so stupid. Harry had reason's though, Draco had always known how to get under his skin and they pretty much fed off each other's hatred. It wasn't healthy, but it was fun to be mean sometimes when all Harry had ever known was how to be nice. Sure, he liked being nice and having friends, but being mean was enticing. It was probably another horcrux, Harry thought cynically. Or maybe he was just attracted to the dark side?

Either way, he still had to pee.