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all characters belong, again, to the amazing J.K Rowling. She is the queen of everything.

-CHAPTER TWO-

Draco glared furiously at the charms professor, but he didn't seem to notice. Potter walked over with his usual stupid grin plastered on his face.

"So, since we're stuck with each other, how about we call it a truce, and not murder each other today Malfoy?"

Draco rolled his eyes and Potter took it as a sign that it was alright to sit down next to him. He was proud of himself for actually keeping peace. But after fifteen minutes of floating pillows and chairs across to each other, Draco was bored. Impulsively, he sent a light stinging hex at Potter's bum. The look on Potter's face was priceless! His full lips forming a perfect O as his green eyes widened in shock. Close to tears, Draco could barely sit up.

It stopped being funny when Potter started hexing him back.

"Mister Malfoy! What on earth do you think you're doing?"

Flitwick boomed out from across the room.

"Sorry Professor. It won't happen again."

"Twenty points from Slytherin. And be prepared for three nights of detention!"

Flitwick glanced at him disapprovingly and turned his attention back to the train wreck that was Longbottom.

Seriously? Draco cursed under his breath and flopped back down onto the lumpy, purple pillow. Of course, Perfect Potter got off scot-free while he had to spend three fucking nights copying stupid lines.

"Professor Flitwick I shouldn't have retaliated, it's partly my fault too."

What does Potter think he's doing?

"Oh very well… you will serve detention together with mister Malfoy, mister Potter."

Certainly his day couldn't get any worse. Draco would give anything, maybe even his leg to serve detention alone, or with someone else at least. Hell it could be Longbottom for all he cared, just not Potter.

At 7, Draco made his way to the charms classroom. And of course, goody two shoes Potter was already there copying lines.

"Hey Malfoy."

Draco picked the table the furthest away from him as possible.

"Shut up Potter. This is all your fault."

"My- are you kidding me? You were the one who hexed me!"

"Yeah but that's because you, you- oh forget it."

"No I won't 'forget it' Malfoy, I'm spending a Friday night serving detention when I could be studying!"

"Is it my fault you decided to own up? Flitwick was about to let you off, you dense idiot."

"That's because I- oh shut it Malfoy. Why did you hex me in the first place? "

"I don't know! I was bored alright?"

"Bored? So instead of talking to me like a normal person would have, you decided to hit my arse with a stinging hex?"

"Firstly, I wasn't aiming for your arse,"

A lie, of course.

"Secondly, what was I going to say? Hey Potter let's start sharing facts about our lives because I'm tired of floating pillows around?"

Potter was standing right in front of him, and the sight of him just made Draco even angrier.

"Well yes?!"

Potter let out an exasperated sigh.

"I've been trying to cut the hostility between us to a bare minimum Malfoy. Couldn't you at least try to put in some effort?"

That was what he was trying to do? Be nice? To be friendly? Didn't suit him, not at all.

"Are you suggesting friendship, Potter?"

"Yes! Well no, I don't think we could achieve friendship just yet but we could at least try to be cordial towards one another."

Draco couldn't believe his ears. He had dedicated his entire life to hating Harry Potter, he was getting quite good at it as well. But now his archenemy was standing right in front of him and suggesting a situation where they didn't hate each other? The very idea was absurd.

"Well... I suppose so, but don't think this is because I want your friendship Potter. I'm doing this for you."

A familiar grin broke out onto Potter's face and he started sniggering, the nerve!

"Oh for Merlin's sake Potter, grow up. Not for you, you know what I'm talking about you shameless prick."

Draco didn't know what compelled him to agree to the stupid idea, but somehow, he couldn't find it in himself to stay mad.

"So... Why don't we shake on it?"

Potter-Harry extended his hand.

This was it. If Draco took his hand, they would be crossing a line, from enemies to so called 'friends' and he couldn't think about murdering Harry Potter anymore... Well at least not as much…

Draco took his hand and shook it firmly.

If he thought Potter's usual grin was dumb, the one spread over his face right now took the cake. It was a real smile, a genuine one with teeth and all. He felt like there were two hundred golden snitches flying around inside him, surely a trip to the Hospital Wing was in order?

"Malfoy? You alright? I haven't poisoned you with my friendship have I?"

Draco realized he was still holding onto Potter's hand, they fit quite nicely actually… disturbed by the thought, Draco let go abruptly and hastily wiped his clammy hand on his robe.

"Just wondering what I've gotten myself into, that's all."

The worried expression was replaced by the ridiculous grin. Did he have to look so damn happy all the time? Sometimes it was as if like Harry Potter's sole purpose in life was to distract Draco.

Just as Draco took out his quill and parchment, a sharp crack alarmed him. Turning around, he was greeted with the splendid sight of Harry, on all fours, splayed out on the floor with a broken bottle of ink lying in front of him. Draco naturally, was on the verge of tears.

"Had a nice trip, Potter?"

"Oh stuff it Malfoy. I was just trying to be a good friend and provide you with some company, now come and help me up!"

"Will this new found friendship require me to come to your assistance at every beck and call?"

Draco wasn't going to give in this easily. Besides, the thought of Potter on the floor was actually quite appealing. What the hell was he thinking about ? Potter must have infected him with some sort of disease!

"Malfoy please? At least help me with cleaning this up!"

Did the almighty Harry Potter just beg for Draco's help? Was he pouting? Potter had pretty lips. And pretty eyes. And a pretty- Oh for Merlin's sake! What did he pass to him? If Draco is found foaming at the mouth and twitching, it'll definitely be the fault of Potter.

After a quick Scourgify, he helped poor, helpless Potter to his feet.

"Why'd you trip anyways?"

"Neville left his bag on the ground. This information might have helped when we searched the common room top to bottom for it."

"No one escapes the wrath of Longbottom's forgetfulness."

He sympathized with Potter. Merlin knew how difficult it must be to share a room with bloody Longbottom. Potter plonked himself down onto the chair next to Draco's.

"Can I borrow a quill? I sat on mine"

Great. Draco handed over what he considered to be his least favourite quill.

"Can I borrow a piece of parchment? I tore mine."

Grudgingly, Draco handed over his last piece of parchment. Potter prodded his shoulder.

"Malfoy."

Doing his best to ignore Potter, Draco busied himself with copying the line; ' I will not send stinging hexes at my fellow classmate.'

"Malfoy, hey Malfoy."

Merlin's hairy ballsack, was Potter always this annoying?

"MALFOY"

"What the hell do you want now?!"

"Can I share your ink? I spilled mine."

Potter had the nerve to look sheepish! Dragging out a sigh, Draco pushed his bottle of green ink towards Potter. This was going to be a long night, he could tell.

The more Draco thought about it, the weirder the concept seemed. Friends with Harry freaking Potter…What had he gotten himself into?