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Harry sat in his room, his back turned away from Draco. The two hadn't spoken since their fight the day before, and the silence was getting on his nerves. The very air in the room was tense, thick, seeming to weigh both down.

Harry could tell that the not talking was having an even worse effect on Draco, who was used to constant chatter, being surrounded by others at all times. Harry guessed that Draco would never become used to being ignored.

Though neither could stand the silence, both refused to apologize. Harry wasn't sorry in the very least, anyway. He believed what he had told Draco, and he knew that it was the opinion of many who weren't pureblood, and some who were, like the Weasley's. Draco, on the other hand, even though he regretted his harsh words (though he refused to admit it even to himself), he didn't want to be the first to cave. So the two were stuck like this, neither liking the situation, yet both refusing to give in.

With a sigh, Harry turned to look at Draco, who had been glaring at him the entire morning. Glaring back, he stood up from his spot on the bed and walked out of the room. He fought to keep a straight face when he heard Draco jump up from his own bed and hurry after him.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, Potter?"
"Out," Harry replied simply. "There's nothing to do while I'm cooped up in that room with you, so I might as well leave." He glanced over his shoulder at Draco. "Finally tired of playing the cold shoulder?"

Heat rose to Draco's cheeks as he realized that he'd lost. He might not have apologized, but being the first one to speak was just as bad. By doing so, it made it seem that his will was weaker than Harry's. "You did that on purpose! You tricked me!"

Harry rolled his eyes and went down the stairs, not bothering to reply. The Slytherin was so predictable that it was pathetic. And despite the arrogant way he acted, Harry knew on some level that the blonde was actually a bit self-conscience...on a level deeply hidden beneath layers of rudeness and self-centeredness.

"Don't ignore me, Potter! This is all your fault! If you hadn't have insulted-"

Harry turned around. "I didn't insult you! Insulting you would be saying that purebloods like you are rude, obnoxious, and totally disillusioned to their own self-worth!"

Draco stared at him in surprise for a moment before saying, quietly, "Do you actually think that?"

"So what if I do?" Harry asked. "It's not like you've actually been trying to get along with me! Since we've first meet everything's been about you! You as good as said you were better than me millions of times!"

Draco plopped down on one of the stairs in an undignified way, resting his head on his knees. "Well, what do you expect? I grew up a Malfoy? I was taught that I was better than everyone else. Then you come along, saving everyone you come across! You got all the attention! Then you had the nerve to refuse to be my friend! Choosing instead that mudblood and blood traitor!"

"Don't call them that! Ron and Hermione have been there for me through everything-"

"Don't lie to yourself, Potter. Weasel left you alone before. He refused to believe that you didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire back in fourth year. He doesn't really trust you."

"He's still a better friend than you could ever be."

Looking up at him, Draco smirked. "Who said I ever wanted to be your friend? It was Father who told me to try. Told me it'd be the best thing for our family."

"Not that you gave in too much effort."

Draco shrugged. "I didn't really care what was best for our family. I offered you my hand-"

"Don't say it like that…it sounds like you proposed."

"And you said no," Draco went on, ignoring the interruption. "I never put effort into anything I don't want. Father should've been happy that I did that much."

"Whatever," Harry said, turning back around. "I don't care."

He was about to leave the house when he felt a hand on his arm. Surprise showed on his face when he saw Draco standing there (how he got there so quickly without apperating, Harry didn't know.)

"I'm not done talking, and it's rude to leave in the middle of a conversation."

"It's not like you were saying anything important, so get over it," Harry snapped, jerking his arm away.

"How do you know? I might've been on the verge of telling you one of my most personal secrets."

"Were you?"

"No."

Harry grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

"Potter?"

"What?!"

"You're barefoot."

Harry glanced at his feet and groaned. Draco watched as he went back up the stairs. A few minutes later he came back down, worn out tennis shoes on. This time, Draco didn't say anything as the front door once again opened and closed. Instead, he stared out the parlor window until Harry turned the corner at the end of the street before heading up their room, closing the door behind him.

He could hear Petunia cleaning up in another room, probably Dudley's since his was the messiest that Draco had seen since entering the house the first time, and knew that she wouldn't bother him. He went to his trunk and brought out a small, hand-held mirror.

"Father?"

It was a few seconds before Lucius's face appeared in the mirror. "It took you long enough."

"Potter hasn't let me out of his sight."

"I don't want excuses. What have you learned?"

"Nothing much, he won't let his guard down," Draco lied. It wouldn't do anyone any good if his father knew that he had ruined the first chance that Harry had given him to get close…of course, it wasn't his fault that Harry had brought up a sensitive subject to him. He didn't like to think that he was the only pureblooded Malfoy who had a thing against marrying cousins, no matter how distant.

"Nothing much won't help us win this war, Draco. We need real facts. I sent you there to get inside Potter's head. It's the only way to make sure that we have the advantage."

"And what if it works the other way around?"

"What do you mean?"

"If Potter learns that I'm the Dark Lord's heir, then he can use it against us."

"He won't as long as you don't mess this up. Have you learned anything at all? Even if it's small, it'll help."

Draco hesitated before sighing in defeat. It was better not to anger Lucius. "His relatives don't like him. They see him as a burden. He tries to stay out of their way and they ignore them…unless it's to boss him around."

"Anything else?"

Draco thought for a moment. He could tell him that Harry only saw Voldemort as an obligation, that he didn't think of the Dark Lord as his worst enemy, but it wouldn't achieve anything other than angering Voldemort, which was never a good idea.

"Nothing."

Lucius's eyes narrowed. "I'm disappointed in you, Draco. You've been there for four days and that's all you've got? I expected more of you."

Draco bit his lower lip. He should've expected that to happen. No matter what he did, Lucius never seemed happy with him.

"I'll try to do better."

"Don't try, do," Lucius snapped and disappeared.

Draco's eyes narrowed and he flung the mirror back into the chest, not caring if it broke or not (secretly hoping it would). Unfortunately, he didn't hear the glass crack.

Going to the window, he stared outside and was surprised to see Harry sitting on the front lawn, his head resting on his bent knees. It couldn't have been more than five minutes since he'd left the house. Without a second thought to what he was doing, Draco pulled on his shoes and hurried outside.

He stopped behind the brunette, who didn't appear to have heard him come up. Now that he was out here, he didn't know what he had planned on doing. So, he just stood there, not saying anything. A minute passed before Harry said, "Either sit down or go away," causing Draco to jump slightly.

He hesitated a moment before sitting next to Harry.

"I guess you got it touch with you Death Eater friends."

"It's my job."

"What did you tell them?"

"Not a lot. Just that you don't get along with your relatives."

Harry glanced at him. "That's not really a secret. Snape could've told them that."

"I don't think he did, though. At least, I never heard about it."

"Aren't you new to the circle? It wouldn't be too surprising to learn that you hadn't been told everything…unless there's something that the Order is missing."

Draco tensed. "Father is the Dark Lord's right hand man. I've made it my business to know their business, since whatever Father does affects Mother and me."

Harry nodded, but he continued to look at Draco suspiciously.

For a while, neither spoke. Then, Harry said, "I'm sorry about yesterday, Malfoy. I shouldn't try to change your beliefs, no matter how weird they are."

Draco looked at him in surprised. "I might have gone just a bit overboard with the half-blood comment…but just a bit."

Harry rolled his eyes and lay back, using his arms as a pillow. Closing his eyes, a small smile played on his lips. "Yeah, just a bit overboard," he agreed, holding back a yawn.

Yay! An update. I had started this chapter nearly a month ago and only just finished it this morning...I've had major writers block. It's not as good as I had hoped it would be, but it is an update. I hope you liked it. Review!