Chapter Four:

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A/N: Thank you for the reviews guys, please keep 'em coming! I love seeing what you guys think of the story! Now; who do YOU think is gonna win the bet? Also I apologize for this chapter being short and poorly written. Also an apology for the slightly confusing writing, in my opinion. The boys are just extremely curious about one another at this point due to their summer experiences, but next chapter things start to get fun =).

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It was Wedneday, and Draco's guess still hadn't changed as he observed the brunette from a distance. It was lunch in the Great Hall, the Gryffindor's were eating merrily amongst themselves but Harry sat detatched from the rest. Hermione and Ron would attempt to engage him, he would merely nod, shrug or completely ignore them. This amused Draco to no end. Potter spoke to him the most, awknowledged him the most. That made him feel special; he had some power of unknown persuasion over Potter, even when it came to Weasel and the Mudblood.

Harry looked somewhat dejected, but every couple of minutes his emerald eyes would raise from his plate and meet Draco's grey ones. There would be recognition, almost a certain understanding, and they would stare for a moment. They were both still trying to figure the other out - it was becoming rather the amusing little game.

Pansy scooted in close to the blonde, he didn't realize this as he was caught up in his and Potter's staring contests. "Dracey!" she whined, trying to follow his line of sight but ultimately failing.

"What do you want?" he spat, turning towards her with a scowl. She pouted and wrapped her arms around him.

"You," Pansy smiled sickeningly, Draco pushed her off and looked back at Harry who was once again looking down at his plate but this time his shoulders were sunken.

"I need to go, back off Pans," he said coldly, grabbing his bag he swept up from the Slytherin Table and stalked out of the Great Hall.

The days were drawing on an end and he still wanted to oust Harry in their little, secret competition. He rather enjoyed sharing a secret with the brunette, for reasons he did not know nor could begin explaining. It was forbidden, it was fun, it was above all a certain curiousity. The-Boy-Who-Lived had been on Draco's mind ever since...ever. He grew up hearing the stories, he seethed in anger when his friendship was denied in First Year, and especially in the condition he saw Harry on the train-he just couldn't keep the boy outta his head! Draco shrugged, he was used to it. It would feel weird NOT to be thinking of Harry.

As he came into the library, Draco went straight into the History section. He scanned the shelves quickly before he came across what he was looking for. He had read this book once before, back in Second Year after Harry had spoken in Parseltongue and astounded the entire school. It was by chance that he had come across the book when he was twelve, but given the circumstances he read it front to back.

'This will help confirm my guess in our little bet,' the blonde thought to himself as he took a seat at a table near the back of the room, not wanting to lose his cover and show anybody what it was he was reading. It was titled 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', and at first Draco had been incredulous that they even had an entire book about the boy. He didn't doubt that the brunette had no idea it existed, he was too naive.

As he scanned the pages of the two-hundred paged novel, Draco found that most of it was swish-swash about speculation as to why the little baby boy wasn't killed by the great 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's curse. Some of it touched on his parents death and then his disappearance from the Wizarding World afterwards. At the back was a long family history, dating back to early A.D. This was what Draco was looking for, a little background information.

Placing his finger on the page, he stared at the name 'Harry Potter' on the end of the tree for a moment, smiling to himself before he went to his Mother's bloodline. It ended immediately with her, considering she was Muggleborn. Draco dragged his finger from 'James Potter' upwards as his eyes quickly scanned the names for something tangible in his memory.

Nothing was popping out at him until he came to a break in the family tree, which was rather unusual in the pureblood lines. There was a blank name around 1000 A.D., it had never been printed or anything. Then it continued down the line. Draco curiously looked at the people who had given birth to this mystery man and his eyes widened considerably.

'Give it to Potter...he is a lot more like me than I would have thought, that werewolf is right,'

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Harry was flipping through pages of a Pureblood Eptymology and Geneology book, it was tattered at the edges and seconds from falling apart. The brunette was beginning to forget the horrors of his summer as his mind became entertained and distracted with this new bet he had with Malfoy.

He enjoyed carefully trailing the blonde during class, around school, and glancing his way less than every five minutes during meal times. Harry found it even more enjoyable when his and Draco's eyes would meet briefly before looking away. What irked Harry was that he was disappointed when the two weren't locking eyes, or even throwing petty insults at one another that they both knew were more playful than harmful now.

The rest of Hogwarts seemed oblivious to this, but there was a glint in their eyes that was altered from before. Their new challenge towards one another diminished their amnosity and brought on a certain type of secret friendship. Of course Harry was scared of himself, why was he suddenly befriending a Malfoy whose Father is most likely leading a Death Eater alliance that wanted to see him end up dead? He was the number one target, Draco would be the best tool to get to him but somehow Harry knew that it was different. There was something about the blonde that made Harry...trust him.

As he read the extensive Malfoy family tree, Harry was smiling despite his better judgement as he knew it might draw attention. He was usually detatched and depressed looking, his sudden change in character would bring about questions he wasn't ready to answer. So whenever he was with Ron and Hermione, he acted as he had felt a week ago.

Most of Harry's thoughts were consumed with this competition; What Was Draco Malfoy's Greatest Fear?

Harry had an idea, he had stuck with his first opinion of the blonde and his fear. As he watched the Slytherin move about the castle and during classes, all of his actions and words seemed to reassure Harry in his hypothesis. He was now looking back on Draco's history out of pure curiousity.

Then he came across it. The samething he already knew was on his own family tree. A blank space, a sudden stop and then a continuation onwards. 'What? No...he can't be...' Harry thought to himself, he looked at the name above the blank space and jumped up from the table only to run back into the history section.

"Salazar Slytherin, the descendent of Kjeld and Mkra," he read aloud, having opened 'Hogwarts: A History' to the section about the Four Founders. Harry brought the book back to the table, his emerald eyes already wide in recognition.

"Salazar Slytherin changed his original birthname to what it is known as today," the brunette read aloud, despite some questioning gazes he was recieving. "His original name is not known to this date, kept hidden within his descendents bloodline," Harry stopped reading, shaking his head and traced his eyes over to the Malfoy family tree, left open on his cluttered table.

"Kjeld and Mkra Malfoy...then the blank has to be Salazar Slytherin!" Harry was whispering manically to himself now, he buried one of his hands deep within his tousled hair. A few First Year Huffelpuff's at the table next to his were looking worriedly at him, as if he had just gone insane.

"Find something interesting?" an unexpected, yet all too familiar drawl sounded from behind Harry and the brunette nearly jumped out of his skin. Harry blushed crimson red and didn't even move to slam his books shut, it was too late anyway.

Draco put one hand on the corner of the desk, his grey eyes surveyed the room quickly - it was only students beneath Fourth Year in there at the moment, he then allowed his eyes to fall back on Harry. "Are you ready for Saturday?" he asked, raising his eyebrow and smirking.

"You bet I am, Malfoy," Harry tried to sound venomous, or even slightly disgusted but he couldn't help but smirk in playful response. Draco gave him one last calulcating look before turning around to leave, Harry called after him. "Is it true?" he asked.

Draco turned to look at him, he sighed, "Is it true for you too?"

This shocked Harry, but he slowly nodded. Draco smiled.

'Am I imagining things? Did Malfoy just smile at me? Did I just tell him what I haven't even told Ron and Hermione yet? What the hell is going on here?!' Harry panicked in his head, but his exterior was calm and cool.

"I guess we are a lot alike," he said, and then turned around and left the library. Just then Ron was walking up to Harry's table, he unloaded his bag and noticed the odd look crossing over his best friends face.

"What's up, mate?" he chirped, Harry merely shook his head although his mouth was still agape. "Did Malfoy give you trouble? That bastard, I saw him walking outta here looking so smug..." he scowled, grumbling beneath his breath.

"No, he wasn't. I'm just...thinking," he whispered, and then closed his books. Harry spent the rest of the day absently assisting Ron with his incomplete assignments, but his thoughts kept wandering back to a certain blonde.

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Harry was nervous. Well, that was understatement.

He stood in front of the unlit mantleplace of the Room of Requirments, it had the same setup as before when he and Draco met there. But this time, they were meeting their with a planned purpose. He had told Ron and Hermione that he just needed some 'alone-time'. This was half true. Harry still didn't like talking to anybody. He sat observing Malfoy most of the time, and keeping to himself. He still didn't liked being touched, and he still had to Glamour his body every single morning. Remus checked up on him every couple of days with cocern, Harry easily avoided answering any real questions.

As Harry was mulled in his thoughts of the past couple of weeks, Draco had come into the room with a smirk in place. "What is my greatest fear?" he jumped right into it.

Harry turned around with a start, his eyes averted quickly away from Draco to the ground. He had been waiting for this moment all week, and now that it had come Harry wanted it to end as soon as possible. "Er, you go first," Harry muttered stubbornly, crossing his arms.

"Scared?" Draco raised his eyebrow, finding amusement in the others obvious nervousness. He, however, was more excited than nervous.

"No," he snapped, he now had a determined challenge in his emerald eyes. "You're afraid of your Father," Harry blurted out, he had a slight tint of pink on his cheeks but he was still so positive of his answer.

"Why do you guess that?" Draco asked, he had an unchanged exterior.

"Because...everytime somebody mentions him you get all too defensive," Harry shrugged, it was the only logical answer to him. What else could Draco Malfoy be afraid of?

"You're wrong," he said simply with a slight shrug.

"Seriously? What is it?" Harry asked before he could stop himself.

"Why would I tell you?" Draco cursed, but his usual spite wasn't in his voice anymore. He was having too much fun, and he was still too curious.

"Erm...what's mine then? Go on," Harry urged softly, unsurely. 'Gods, does this mean I honestly owe Malfoy a faour? How the hell did I get myself into this one?!'

"Easy. Fear," Draco had remembered this bit of information ever since Third Year with the dementors, his sneaking around after Potter and his group ended up paying off.

"Erm..." Harry blushed and looked away, slightly shaking his head as indication. "That used to be it, but...things change," he whispered with a slight shrug. He wouldn't tell Malfoy what he was scared of now if the blonde couldn't guess it.

"Potter, you know what that means do you not?" Draco drawled, he took a step forward and drew his wand.

Harry swallowed and drew his own, he had read up quite a bit about the Dark Magic spell they would be using to switch bodies. "Ah..yeah...but...before we do...we need to set some guidelines,"

"How about we do the spell, set the guidelines while we wait for it to take effect? It does take an hour," Draco suggested lightly, he was already chanting the words in his head.

Harry swallowed again and nodded. "O-okay," he stuttered.

"So all you have to do is say..."

"I know what to say," Harry interupted him softly, he readied himself. Draco smirked.

"Muto mens diversus somes," Draco said, quicker than Harry had wanted it to happen. Suddenly blue flames erupted from the Slytherin's wand, they whipped out and licked at Harry's and his own body. The two boys felt tingling sensations all over.

Harry took a deep breath, "Muto mens diversus somes," he said shakily. From his wand came red flames, and when the two combined they created a purple hysteria of magic. Sparks flew, their bodies trembled with an odd sensation.

Then, everything stopped. Harry felt lightheaded and quickly found himself on the couch, Draco collapsed beside him breathing heavily. They could feel something tugging at their minds, they knew it was the others body trying to pull them asunder. "I-I guess we wait now,"

"Yes, Potter. Now we wait,"

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