Disclaimer: I own all the Harry Potter books. But I didn't write them.

A/N: I actually have no idea where I am going with this. So bear with me, please. And, if you'd like, I would very much appreciate reviews.

Chapter 10

Pansy knocked impatiently on the door of the boys' dorm. It was the weekend and everyone was scheduled to go to Hogsmeade today and none of the boys had come down yet. Snape refused to let anyone go until he knew exactly who was going, to ensure that he didn't replace any of his snakes. While it was heartwarming, that he cared, it also meant that the girls had to wait for the boys to get their acts together.

Pansy reached up to knock once again and the door swung open, revealing Blaise. She opened her mouth and Blaise hurriedly shushed her.

"Why?" Pansy asked in a whisper. Blaise ushered her wordlessly inside and pointed to Draco's bed. Which held more than Draco in it.

Pansy moved forward carefully, lest she wake them, her hand covering her mouth. Draco had his arm around Harry, his face peaceful as the Boy Who Lived slumbered in his arms. Their hair was mingling, the bright blond in deep contrast with the dark messy black.

"Good for them," She said, raising a single eyebrow. Her face was calm, despite the fact that inwardly she was marveling over the cuteness in this scene. But she had a reputation to uphold, after all.

Harry woke up slowly, puzzling over the warmth over his waist. Then he suddenly realized that it was an arm, that it was Draco's arm.

This situation required the utmost skill and subtlety, probably more than any other situation he had ever been in. He slowly started moving, gently pulling Draco's finger from where they were threaded through his pajamas at his hip, and sliding his legs over the edge of the bed. Draco shifted and he froze, praying that he would stay asleep for just a few moments longer. Harry brought his head through the loop of Draco's arm just as Draco's arm tightened around the space that would be his waist, ultimately choking Harry.

He squirmed gently, trying not to wake Draco still, and then when that didn't work he thrashed slightly. It wasn't like Draco's arm was tight enough to actually deprive him of oxygen, but this was pretty awkward.

At that exact moment Draco woke up, his gray eyes observing Harry with confusion for a couple of seconds before he picked up his arm and started laughing. Harry straightened to his feet, his face bright red, and escaped to his bed, digging through his trunk to keep his eyes off of Draco.

"Harry," Draco called from across the room, his laughter slowly subsiding. "Harry," He said, more serious than before. Harry looked up and he smiled softly. "No nightmares?"

"No nightmares," Harry said. "You?"

"No nightmares."

Harry wandered down the crowded Hogsmeade street, his breath puffing out in front of him. He jammed his hands into his jacket and followed after Draco, searching for Hermione and Ron. He wasn't sure if he wanted to find them. They were his friends, yes, but the Slytherins were also his friends now, and he really didn't want to have to choose between them.

"Harry!" A familiar female voice said from behind him. He paused and his Gryffindor friends caught up. Hermione threaded her arm through his and then started pulling him in the same directions as Draco as the blond boy waited patiently for them.

"Weasel," He greeted Ron.

"Ferret," Ron nodded back.

It was almost civil.

Draco held up a candy, reading the back. It looked suspicious, but it was magic, so you never knew whether it was good or bad.

Dung Pop.

Definitely not good.

"That'll probably make your breath smell," Harry noted, leaning slightly against him.

"I wasn't thinking of buying it," Draco said, affronted. Harry shrugged.

"To each their own, I suppose," He said. Draco placed the Dung Pop back on the shelf.

"You ready to go join the rest in another store?"

"Yeah, just let me go pay for these things, okay?" Harry asked. Draco nodded, amused that this boy didn't know that he would wait forever for him, and continued browsing as he disappeared. A sudden mayhem filled the shop, near the counter, and Draco pushed his way through to find Harry sprawled across the floor, his hands cupping his nose as blood dripped through.

"Harry?" Draco leaned forward and grabbed him by his armpits, sitting him up.

"I'm alright," Harry said. Draco reached into his robes and pulled out a handkerchief, pressing it gently against the bloody nose as people continued to move around him.

"What happened?" Draco asked.

"Ravenclaw, prejudice against Slytherin," Harry explained in a nasally tone.

"Somebody hit you?" Draco asked in a dark voice. He stood up, prepared to make the person rue the day, but was stopped by thin fingers encircling his wrist.

"Just leave it alone," Harry said, shaking his head. Draco sat down next to him, simmering, and then smiled.

"Fine. But I'm telling Professor Snape."