I have been really excited for this chapter for a long time. Sorry for the wait, I've been really busy with school, I have finals this week and last week was full of homework and tests. Icky week. Anyways after this chapter things start to get really drama filled and exciting. Im really excited for it and I hope you guys are to. Thank you so much for all the alerts and favs. It means a lot to me.

Chapter Three

Snowball fights

This was insane.

It was simply impossible to convince himself that anything about this would turn out well. Impossible. Walking down the empty corridor, Harry entertained himself by thinking of all the different ways Draco Malfoy was going to murder him before this night was over.

Perhaps he would strangle him at the bar, overcome by some drunken fit of rage, or maybe he'd drown him in the lake, that way no one would ever find the body. The possibilities were endless. Harry could feel something in his stomach doing flipflops. He opened the door to the medical ward.

The first thing Harry noticed when he entered the medical ward of Hogwarts school was that it smelled funny. But funny was really an understatement. The huge, white room smelled of disinfectant, and sickness. You'd think the cleaning supplies would get rid of the horrible stench of blood and illness, but they only mixed together, creating something new all together.

"Mr. Harry Potter, what are you doing in here? Not sick are you?" Madam Poppy Pomfrey asked. She was carrying a tray full of bottles and potions, "So many kids have come down with that wretched cold. Been working me to death with all the attention they need." She grumbled.

"No, I feel just fine ma'am. I'm just here to see Draco." He half expected her to protest, but instead she simply pointed to the left and walked off, humming a tune to herself.

Harry found Draco in a white bed near the huge windows overlooking the Hogwarts grounds. He, however, was not enjoying the view. Instead he had his head buried in a book. He did not look up as Harry approached him.

He didn't look very different. Harry had half-expected him to be hooked up to a million machines, barely clinging to life, but here he was, calm, and collected. He looked as though he was at home, casually reading a book in his bed, not in a medical ward, healing from a very serious injury.

"Sod off Potter." He spat, and turned another page, his eyes not leaving the book.

For Harry this was the part that was most troublesome. Hermione had told him what to say. They'd rehearsed it a million times, and here he was, already forgetting his lines.

"I want to talk about what happened two days ago." Harry declared, doing his best to sound assertive. The look in his eyes told Draco he was serious. The blond rolled his eyes and closed his book with a loud,
"SLAM".

"Umm how do I put this in terms simple enough that you will understand," he pressed a finger to his chin and looked up at the ceiling, as if lost in thought, "Hell no Potter." Harry so badly wanted to punch that haughty look right off his smug face. His fingers curled into a fist at his side.

"I won't make you give the potion back, but I want to know why you took it."

"No." Draco snapped. He glared at Harry. "Now go off and play with your stupid friends, Im busy." He addressed Harry as if scolding a small child. Even when seriously injured, Draco still acted all high and mighty. Harry would have laughed if it wasn't so annoying. Here was Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, swaddled in bandages, giving him orders.

"If you don't tell me I'll make sure Dumbledore knows who really gave you that wound." Harry smiled, playing his only trump card. It felt good to have something over Draco, even if he had no intention of telling Dumbledore anything. Draco's jaw dropped.

"You wouldn't." Harry raised an eyebrow, his smile growing wider.

"Don't be so sure." The blond boy was starring daggers at him now.

"Fine." He scowled, his arms crossed over his chest. "I'll tell you. But you have to swear that you won't take the potion back." Harry wanted to roll his eyes. How could that potion be so important? But this was what he wanted. He was already winning and the game had barely begun. There was something pleasurable about seeing Draco like this. He looked so upset and embarrassed, Harry couldn't help but smile.

"What's so funny?" Draco growled.

"Nothing, nothing," Harry shook it off, there was no reason to get Draco more riled up, "I don't want to talk here though." Draco snorted with laughter.

"And where would you like to go oh, almighty chosen one?" He spat sarcastically. Harry was getting nervous now. If he said no to the question he was about to ask then he would be screwed. This wouldn't work unless he had Draco's approval.

"Why don't we to the pub in Hogsmeade?" That question sounded retarded and stupid. Or atleast, that's what Harry thought. There was no way this was going to work. Draco wasn't an idiot, besides, why on earth would he actually want to have a drink with Harry?

"It's awfully cold out Potter. I wouldn't want you to get sick from the cold." Draco sneered. Harry's heart sunk. This wasn't going to work after all. But then Draco did something he had not expected. The boy got out of the bed slowly, stood up to full height, and grabbed for his coat which was hanging beside his bed.

"Yeah, I hate being stuck in here and I could really use a drink right now, even if it's with you. We can sneak out the back door before that old hag catches us." Draco threw on his long, black overcoat and pulled a hat and gloves out of one of the pockets. Dumbfounded by the boy's change of heart, Harry stood with his jaw dropped slightly. Draco looked at him and snickered.

"You look retarded. Let's go."

Despite the cold, both of the boys were equally happy to be outside. The Hogwarts grounds were completely covered with a thick blanket of snow that sparkled in the sunlight. Icicles glistened from tree branches, and the cool air felt refreshing in their lungs.

Smiling widely, Harry walked ahead, enjoying the snowy scene around him. He kicked at the snow in front of him, sending it hurtling in all directions. Draco frowned immensely and tried to bury his face in the collar of his coat. His cheeks and nose were rosy red from the cold.

Something about this was easier than he had expected. He had assumed Draco would refuse his invitation and leave him with no answers. However, he had been mistaken, for here they were, on their way to learning a lot more about each other. Harry was practically shaking form the rush of anticipation and excitement he was feeling. Hermione had been right as usual. He would have to thank her as soon as he got back. Maybe get her a nice thank you gift or something. Yes, he'd do something nice for her.

His thoughts were interrupted by an icy feeling, literally smacking him in the back of the head, nearly knocking his glasses off. He whirled around and saw Draco Malfoy in hysterics, holding a snow ball in his right hand. Cold snow fell into Harry's shirt and slid down his bare back.

"You looked so stupid playing in the snow. I couldn't help myself!" Draco said between giggles. He was incredibly annoying. Infuriated and cold, Harry dug his hands into the snow and made a weapon of his own. Draco, eyes shut from his fits of giggles, did not see the snow ball that was pitched his way.

He let out a cry of surprise that made Harry grin.

"Dammit Potter!" He growled, wiping the cold from his red face. Harry chuckled. As superior has Draco thought he was, Harry always found a way to get back at him. Something about this felt weird. It was usually Ron and Hermione that were engaging in snow ball fights with him. They were his friends, Draco was not.

"You're so annoying Potter," Draco spat as he pushed past him, his nose high in the air, "I don't know how anyone puts up with you." Harry just grinned and hurried to catch up to him. The sun was beginning to set as they reached the bar, both shivering from the cold and out of breath.

The bar was completely crowded with people. Most of them were burly looking men that made the two boys look like tiny children in comparison. There were wooden tables filled with older adults playing cards and laughing together. Quite a few students were there as well and Harry waved at a few of them as Draco took off his coat and hung it on one of the coat racks.

Immediately after arriving Draco plopped down on one of the stools at the bar and shouted his order at the bar tender. Harry sat down quietly next two him. Two, double shot glasses were put in front of them, filled to the brim with clear liquid. Harry frowned. Students their age were only allowed Butter beer, the more concentrated and powerful alcohols were refused to them until they reached the age of twenty-one.

"And how is it that you can order these things?" Harry asked, staring at the shot glass in front of him. Draco downed his shot and smiled. The warm alcohol burned his throat and warmed his cold body.

"Money can buy anything. Of course you wouldn't know a thing about that would you." Harry glared at him, grabbed the shot glass and gulped it down. He set the glass down with a loud "thud" and grinned.

"Atleast I'm not a spoilt brat."There were more shots being poured. The alcohol made Harry's eyes water and his chest burn, but he didn't want to appear weak in front of Draco. Three shots later, he decided now was the time to start asking questions. His head was buzzing slightly, and he tried to shake off the lightheaded feeling.

"So are you ready to talk?" Draco wiped the remainder of his drink off of his mouth with his sleeve.

"What the hell do you want to know?"

So I hated ending here but I had to. I wrote this on a 12 hour car ride and it ended up being like 10 pages so I had to split it in two. I hope you hop on over to the next chapter. Its filled to the brim with drama. I love writing about Harry and Draco.

Would you guys like this if it had an eventual Drarry pairing? Or would you maybe like some Snaco? Please review and tell me which one you prefer and what you thought of the story. I really enjoy writing this and I would love to know what you think of it C: