Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 4

The next day Harry went to the Slytherin table and slammed a vial down in front of Draco. If Draco was going to blame him for the pink hair then he had to get payback. "Here you go. Madam Pomfrey asked me to give you your balding medication."

Draco looked at the vial for a few seconds in confusion. And yet realization hit him in the form of muffled giggles and snickers. "Nice try Potter, but balding medication isn't blue, maybe you should try harder in potions class." He cast a hard glance around the table, just to shut them up. he was really just talking at this point. So this was how it was going to be, he gives Potter credit for the ultimate prank, and he seeks revenge.

Harry merely grinned more brightly. "And you happen to know what balding potions look like?" He chuckled and walked back to his table.

Draco rolled his eyes. Potter was such a pain in the ass. But it stirred up enough attention at the table, giggles and whispers and whatnot. So much for playing nice, this was war.

Harry went off to potions class, taking a seat by himself near the middle. One table forward was Ron and Hermione. Who apparently seemed to be wanting to eat the others tongue. Harry shuddered and stared at his empty cauldron.

"Weasley. Granger, if you don't mind, some of us just ate." Came Draco's voice from the doorway. There the two Gryffindors were, snogging away. It was disgusting!

They didn't stop making out, even as Hermione flipped him off. Harry snorted, knowing full well that Draco wouldn't know what that hand symbol meant. Harry looked back at him. "That means 'fuck you'."

He looked blankly at the gesture, until Potter filled him in, and a grin spread across his face. "Only in your dreams Granger." Only the first day, and he was certain it was going to be a good year.

She made another hand signal at him. "That means 'asshole'...Hermione you're not helping your case." Harry shook his head and pulled out his potions book.

He just grinned, the entire Slytherin side of the room was smirking. And yet as Draco took his seat, he looked at the front of the room, and he realized something. Snape wasn't going to be there, he wasn't going to come bursting through those doors, handing out assignments like candy. There'd be no whispers about his hair or his mood. There was nothing. Severus Snape was dead. And Draco felt his chest tighten, despite everything, the man had been his Godfather, and a friend. But he was not going to cry. Oh no, not here. Not now. He needed just to keep that cold, emotionless expression he was so good at.

Harry glanced at Draco. His own face went back into its solemn look. He knew what Draco was thinking. The same thing that went through his own head. Snape. But...Snape was there with Harry. In his mind. In all of the memories that Snape had given him. Draco didn't have that luxury.

Draco had memories. But it wasn't the same as having Severus there. He was pretty sure the year was going right to hell if it was Slughorn for another year. He didn't know who had taken the job, he wasn't exactly paying attention last night.

Aaaaaaand...it was Slughorn again. Harry groaned quietly. He liked Slughorn...well...sort of. But the man wanted him as a pendant for a necklace. It made him shudder slightly.

And Draco paled slightly, and let his head hit the desk. Maybe if he looked pale enough Slughorn would think he was sick and send him to the hospital wing. Anything to get away from this class. Slughorn liked Potter, and that didn't make Draco happy.

"Professor! I have a stomach ache. May I be excused?" Harry said, raising his hand. Slughorn looked disappointed.

"Oh...well...Yes, of course." And Harry nearly ran from the classroom. He went out to the lake, taking a seat against the tree.

"Bloody hell potter..." Draco muttered, groaning softly, head still on the desk. Now he definitely wasn't going to leave, it would just be too suspicious. This year was going to suck. Was it even worth it to finish it?

Harry decided, as he began to doze against the tree, that he was going to get out of Potions class. He already got all of the points he needed for it. And he REALLY didn't want to sit with Slughorn again. And Harry dozed.

And as Draco tried to ignore Slughorn, he began to wonder if the N.E.W.T. in Potions class was wroth this. Snape had wanted it, but it was his life, and Snape was dead. And while Slughorn talked Draco tossed around the idea of quitting school all together.

After class Ron and Hermione wondered, asking others where Harry had gone. Harry made it to his next class, with Draco, late. Magical Creatures. He was rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What'd I miss?" He yawned, stepping up next to Draco.

"I'm sure Slughorn would be glad to tell you." Honestly, he had plans on borrowing Pansy's notes that night to figure out what he had missed himself.

"I meant in this class." He yawned again. "I'm quitting that class." He grinned sleepily.

"I'm not telling." Draco was still trying to figure out why he was still in this class himself. Animals hated him. He wasn't going to try and talk Harry out of dropping potions, Hermione would do that later. The more N.E.W.T's you hate, the better it looked when you were applying for those big Ministry jobs.

Todays beast was a Catara. A cat with wings. Basically it was like a regular domesticated house cat, but for the wings and it tended to sing when it was happy. Harry held his cat who was purring.

Draco wasn't simply holding his beast, he was flat out wrestling with it. It wanted to get away, he needed it to stay put. He tried being gentle, talking to it, petting it, scratching under it's chin and behind it's ears. Nothing. He did let go though, finally, with a yelp, the thing took one good swipe at his cheek, enough to draw blood. He hated this class.

"Malfoy...stop." Harry said, chuckling and stepping over to him. "Animals can sense when you're afraid and when you're angry. And stop trying so hard. Here." He nodded to his cats head. "Let it sniff your hand and the slowly pet it."

"I don't need you're help Potter." He growled, and the cat hissed at him. So Draco glared at it and hissed back. "There, how do you like it." The cat had recoiled, but took a few cautious steps closer, and...meowed. So Draco meowed back. And for a good minute they sat there meowing at each other, before the cat wandered right up into his lap and fell asleep. "Told you so." There was the slightest bit of blood from the scratch, but for now, he didn't care.

A few of the students were watching him. Harry snorted and leaned over to Draco. "...You just meowed at a cat...in front of the entire class." He laughed. And more students were watching him. Harry couldn't explain it. He felt...calm around Draco. And he didn't care. He was completely happy this way.

He hadn't even been paying attention to the fact that there were really other people there, watching. "I also hissed at it, and I'm pretty sure I got an 'A'." He smirked, running his hand slowly down the back of the sleeping cat, who was now softly purring while it slept. He glanced up at on of the students who was gawking. "What are you looking at?" He snapped, and the student looked away.

That was when Draco's cat stretched and sat up and began to vocalize. It's song strange, going higher and higher and then suddenly dropping low and then high again. Using notes that a human could never reach. Harry watched with wide eyes. Hagrid came over after the singing was over and patted Draco on the back, nearly sending him flying. "Congratulations Draco! Not many people can get these cats to actually sing!"

Draco cringed at the 'pat' on the back. He was still trying to get over the fact that his cat had been singing. He knew they were supposed to, it's just...why was his singing? Potter's cat seemed happy enough, so did all the other cats. And why had that song been so mesmerizing? "T-Thank you..."

Harry pouted. "That isn't fair." He looked at his own cat who gave a chirping meow. "Oh shut up." He said teasingly. Then he looked at Draco.

Everyone seemed to be trying harder then ever to get their cat to sing, after all, if Draco could do it, why couldn't they? Draco was supposed to be terrible at this class. Draco just supposed him and his animal had an understanding. He might have sounded like an idiot meowing at it, but it had worked. "Don't look at me for help Potter...I don't know what I did."

"You connected with her! She bonded herself to you." Harry looked up at him.

"Bonded?"

"It means she is his and his only. You better take good care o' her." Hagrid said sternly before walking away.

Draco jumped to his feet. "What! Excuse me Professor, But I cannot..." He looked down at the cat, who seemed to fold her wings in and look up at him sadly. And then he was torn, until she gave a soft, sad meow. "Fine! You are kinda cute." He smiled at it and took a seat, the animal almost instantly cheering up. "Now what am I going to name you?" He glanced at Potter and shrugged, this whole situation was crazy.

Harry watched him and then let his cat go. "Awww, it means you have so much love to give!" He chuckled. "So adorable." He lightly patted the cat on the head and stretched. "Nnn, I'm tired."

The cat seemed to scowl at Harry, and Draco laughed. "You're just jealous Potter." He was going through names in his head, nothing seemed right. He was certain by tonight though, he would have a name for his new pet.

"Not really. I had a devoted pet before. It was nice. But I'm not having another one." He shook his head. No one could replace Hedwig. He smiled at the cat. "What're you gonna name her?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. Spike. Spot. Roadkill. Something." He actually had a name in mind. Olivia. Not really a pet name, but they didn't have to be. It seemed pretty. He wanted to see if he was going to come up with something better by the evening. He had to admit, he was pretty excited, this was his first pet. His parents had always been too busy to take care of something, of they were afraid it would trash the house or make noise. But now mother and father weren't around to tell him no.

"Spot? She doesn't even have a spot on her!" He leaned forward, smiling at the cat. "Good little kitten!"

"You object to Spot! Yet you didn't even bat an eye at Roadkill! And you say I'm screwed up." He muttered, chuckling as the cat backed away from Harry. No hissing or clawing, just...caution.

Harry laughed. "Yes well...given your history, especially with animals, I can't help but feel worried for the cat. And think that 'roadkill' might become its name for another reason..." The students were staring again. It was like Harry and Draco were old friends. Just sitting there...chatting...

"What are you saying Potter, that you don't think I can take care of her?" And with that, without thinking, he swung his fist. If they didn't have an audience before then, they had one now.

"...Ow..." Harry lay on the ground with a bloody nose. Hagrid moved over.

"What're you doing? Um...Twenty points..."

"Hagrid. It's alright." Harry sat up. "Just have him take me to the Hospital Wing."

"Right. Do that."