Author's note: HEY GUYS. I am so so so sorry for not updating, I've been having exams ugh. I know this chapter is extremely short, and I'm really sorry about that as well. But I promise, once all my exams are over, (In a couple of days I imagine) I'll update way more frequently, and with much longer chapters! Thanks for reading this, feel free to review it c:! (I PROMISE I'LL WRITE MORE REAL SOON)

All characters belong to the queen of fiction, J.K. Rowling.

An hour in, and no murders of any sort yet. The Malfoy-Potter friendship was off to a good start Harry decided, none of his limbs were missing at all, not even slightly severed! Malfoy was copying the lines with such vigor; his hair was falling into his eyes. Malfoy did have such lovely hair… all shimmery and silver in the dimly lit room.

"Hey Malfoy?"

"Potter if you're asking for any more of my stationery I will hex you. "

"I was just wondering what shampoo you used, that's all."

"What shampoo I- Potter, has that fall thrown you completely off your rocker? Should I call for Pomfrey?"

"Oh shut up you insufferable git. I just wanted to know how you make it all shiny."

"It's called conditioner Potter. You've probably never heard of it by the looks of it. I mean it must be so hard to maintain that 'just got out of bed' thing you've got going on all day."

Harry jabbed him in the ribs.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?"

"Insulting my beautiful locks of hair."

"You're an idiot."

"Takes one to know one."

There was, an actual smile on Malfoy's face! He actually had the capability to do that!

"Why are you looking at me like that Potter, Do I have ink on my face?"

"It's nothing, I just didn't know you knew what a smile was."

"What do you take me for? Some kind of emotionless puppet?"

"Well the thought had crossed my mind before…"

Now it was Harry's turn to be jabbed in the rib. Malfoy's elbows were pointy as fuck. He weighed his options, to continue copying lines, or to exact revenge? Malfoy was looking rather pleased with himself…

"Potter- Oh for Merlin's sake what the hell? GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD."

Harry learnt a lot about Malfoy in the next few seconds. For example, he was extremely ticklish, and he also looked extremely attractive tackled to the ground, namely, under Harry. Harry had no qualms about his sexuality, he sort of figured out he was gay when the thought of doing anything further than kissing with Ginny gave him shivers, and not even the good kind. Of course, she was extremely upset about his sudden revelation, but a trip to Hogsmeade with Dean Thomas fixed that issue. His friends accepted him immediately; they welcomed his new found sexuality with warm, open arms. It was a little awkward with Ron at first, finding out his best friend wasn't going to marry his sister, but maybe one of his brothers (not that it would ever happen. Not in a million years.). But as usual, Hermione talked him through (more of reprimanded really). An increasing number of epiphanies were had over the past few months; his sexuality, his career path, and his growing attraction to a certain blonde. It started out as merely an observation, of how attractive Malfoy's bone structure was, then of his stormy grey eyes. Harry found himself dreaming of those eyes, with their owner on top of the Gryffindor red sheets, looking up at him intently. Of course, this would get him all hot and bothered, resulting in secret midnight wanking sessions.

"Potter if you don't get off me in five seconds, I'll stick your wand up your arse. "

Biting back a lewd retort, Harry stood up reluctantly. Malfoy huffed indignantly.

"Great. Now look at what you've done to my robes? They've got white stuff all over them! You owe me a set of clean robes you wanker."

Harry tried so hard, so, so hard not to comment on that statement. It must've shown on his face, because a look of pure horror passed Malfoy's.

"Oh Merlin you're disgusting. Is everything an innuendo to you?"

"You tell me."

"Stop wiggling your eyebrows Potter it's disturbing."

"Are you sure? They say I'm more charming than a veela."

"Well aren't you a cocky bastard? Surely you've been mistaken."

Hey, if he was going to harbor a secret crush for his arch nemesis, he should at least be able to have some fun with it. Maybe this unexpected alliance wouldn't turn out so bad after all...The banter went on for quite a while, the quills and parchments long forgotten in the heat of the moment. This resulted in two more nights of detention of course, but Harry couldn't find it in himself to care. Four more nights of Malfoy... An interesting week was up ahead, no doubt.