Oh jeez, it's been a while, hasn't it? I recently got a job, and life's been a little hectic. I hope you're not angry. I'll probably cry. I wanted to clear a few things up. There is no established relationship in this fic. Harry and Draco did come to a little bit of a truce last year, something which I will tell you about later, but otherwise, they're just still disliking each other. In a less hostile way. They'll probably get together later, though, so keep with me as I write this. It may be a little while. Happy Halloween! I'll do my best to post more later. I know that these are hard times for all of us. Stay strong.

On his bed lay a letter, and Hedwig slept in her cage. Moving quickly, as the others had followed him up, Harry snatched up the envelope, stuffing it into his shirt before they could see.

Fred and George bounced into the room behind Ron and Hermione, Ginny following after. "Wow, mate-" One of the twins said.

"We didn't-"

"Know you-"

"Had it in you!" They finished together, grinning like mad men.

"Had what?" Harry asked, feigning confusion to their surprise.

"Well, Harry, you have to admit, it's a bit unexpected for you to just spout out knowledge like that." Hermione said gingerly.

Ron nodded. "She's right, mate. And you acted all quiet about it too. We expected you to be all mad and stuff at first, but you were just kinda quiet about the whole thing, from the moment you got here." The others nodded. "You're not imperiused, are you?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "If I were, wouldn't it be better for me to act normally so I'm not suspected? No, I figured that really, there had to be a reason for you guys keeping secrets, and it's no use getting mad about something that is already in the past and unchangeable, is it?" He flopped back onto his bed and everyone sat in the chairs and on the beds in the room, Ron sitting cross legged on his own bed, Hermione next to him.

"Well… Still, Harry. Even you realizing that… it's kinda weird." Ginny shrugged. "I guess we're all just kind of surprised."

Hermione waved her hands. "Well, so long as we're all here, Harry," Her eyes took on a slightly predatory gleam, "why don't I look over your homework for you."

Harry gulped, nodding. He undid the buckle on his book bag, bringing out several thick scrolls. He tossed them, one by one, to his friend, naming each as he did so. "Transfiguration, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Astrology, I even did some extra credit for Divination, here that is… Ah, and this one is Potions. Am I forgetting anything?" He murmured, almost distractedly as he dug through his bag.

Hermione shook her head as she eagerly reached towards his Transfiguration essay, clearly wanting to find something to correct.

As she read through the papers, everyone else started chatting again.

About an hour later, she was somewhat paler than she normally was. "There's nothing." She hissed the words angrily.

The others, who had been talking Quidditch, looked towards her in confusion. The scrolls were littered around her place in the bed, and she was glaring down at them. "Um… What?" Ron ventured, keeping his voice soft for fear of angering her.

"There's nothing there! These are good! I can't find anything wrong with them, if anything, there's more inches than he needed!" She turned her furious gaze on Harry, who gulped and leaned away. "What the hell, Harry! What the hell were you doing the past couple of weeks?!"

"Homework!" Harry said indignantly.

"You don't do homework like this!"

"And how do I do it then, Hermione! Were you expecting me to rely on you for the rest of my life?"

This gave the angry girl pause. "Well… No." She sighed. "Sorry."

Harry nodded warily, and she returned the scrolls. Wisely, everyone avoided the subject for the rest of the night. Harry said he was tired at about 9, and everyone left the room to let him sleep.

He changed into his pajamas, sweats and an old tank top, before settling down on his bed with a piece of parchment, a quill, and his letter.

He unfolded the envelope swiftly, pulling out the small letter.

How'd it go?

I realized after you left that you had forgotten that band shirt, what is it, Metallica? You left it here. I'll bring it to you when we get back to school.

Speaking of which, we'll need to find a place to meet when we get there. I highly doubt that us hanging out in public will help anything.

You never answered my question, by the way. About why you chose my house instead of going to where your friends were. I realized that I'm probably breaking our agreement by asking, but still, I'd like to know.

The letter ended there. Instead of Malfoy's usual looping cursive, this was in print, the letters still neat, but pointier.

Harry sighed, admiring this. No one would recognize this writing as Malfoy's, should they get ahold of the letter.

Harry took his quill, sucking lightly on the end of it before beginning to write.

Better than I thought. Having my homework already done placated Hermione and McGonagall a bit, though Hermione was angry that it was such good quality.

Your advice worked wonders, they told me quite a bit of what I wanted to know. I asked who they thought I should watch out for and your name was among the first. I found that a tad ironic. Imagine their faces if they knew where I was actually staying the past few weeks…

Oh good, I was looking for that shirt. I couldn't find it.

And you're right. I think I have a place we can go to. Meet me in that empty classroom next to the Charms one after the Welcome feast. I'll show you then.

I didn't even realize what I was doing -or that I knew where you lived- until I saw you open the door. I think my subconscious just led me there. Figured that if I was going to be lied to, it should be someone I expect it from, instead of my best friends. I didn't think that you'd be so nice though. I thought I would have had to do something to get you to say yes, and that we'd ignore eachother.

But on that note, why DID you say yes?

Also, I'll start using the watch from now on, since Hedwig's probably not happy with all these letters. Don't forget, you can talk to me if you need to as well.

Harry blew on the page, folding it up and slipping it into another envelope. He sheepishly tapped Hedwig's cage, waking her. "Hey. I know you're tired, and that you probably don't want to, and I promise you a good long rest after this one, but can you take this back to him?"

Hedwig hooted, accepting the letter and taking off, leaving Harry to sleep.