I finished another chapter, in record timing, so here it is, I hope you enjoy ~

A/N: Creelluka - It definitely seems that way. Yes, he did, in chapter 2 I think. Thanks~ I just feel bad because I can relate to wanting another chapter of a fan fiction, and it taking forever, especially if it's on a cliff-hanger.

Kigen Dawn - Maybe, maybe not ;)

GreekyGirl - Thank you so much~ Your comment literally made my whole night. I'm glad you like it 3

SlytherinLegacie 338 - Thanks~ You'll have to read an see.

Olive-Gravity - m8

Chapter 8 - Something Unexpected

Harry crept into the dark room, cringing at every noise. Everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly, so he slid into bed. The warm sheets comforted him a bit. His face stung as it brushed against the pillow, but he was too warn out to care. He drifted off before he could think about what had happened.

He woke up to a loud noise right next to his head, and assumed it was his alarm clock. He reached out his hand to turn it off, but he touched something warm and squishy. He turned his head, and opened his eyes sleepily. When he looked up, he saw Blaise, looking extremely embarrassed. "Hm?" He mumbled, before looking down. His hand. His hand was touching Blaise's junk. "Aah!" He screeched and pulled away, causing him to fall off the bed. He rubbed his face, and sat up awkwardly. "Sorry…I, uh, that was an accident…"

Blaise nodded self-consciously, and rounded the bed to give him a hand. He easily pulled Harry to his feet, and stared at him fixatedly. "What happened to your face?" He asked, worriedly, taking a closer look. Harry's jumped back, eyes wide.

"I, um, uh, fell…on my way back." He lied through his teeth, and massaged his neck. God, he really was turning into Malfoy. He was starting to feel bad about lying to Blaise all the time.

"Hell, are you okay? I'll take you to the infirmary-" Blaise started, and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him forward slightly, but Harry quickly shook loose.

"I'm okay. You shouldn't worry about me so much." Harry hardened his tone, trying to replicate Malfoy's voice. He had a feeling that was the sort of thing Draco would say.

"But I do. You know I do, and will, till the day I die. So let's go just in case…" Blaise stated with worried eyes, and grabbed Harry again.

"Seriously. I'm fine." Harry said again, louder, shaking him away, and stepping back.

"Fine." He sighed, turning away, then glancing back once. "You better not have cost us any house points." He muttered, as he walked away.

Harry cringed at those words, and got dressed hurriedly. He was already late for breakfast. He walked down the long hall, Blaise trotting along beside him. There weren't many people around, just a few stragglers, but that was it. Everyone was already in the dining hall. Would Malfoy be late for breakfast? He'd have to ask him for future reference. The giant door opened, and they both stepped inside, making their way to the Slytherin table. Pansy was already there, chatting happily with the girl next to her. Harry sat down next to her, and Blaise next to him. Pansy noticed them almost immediately, and poured Harry a cup of coffee. Again. Great. Harry sighed, taking a large sip, and trying his best not to retch.

"What took you two this long?" She frowned, pouring a cup for herself. "And what happened to your face!?"

"He fell." Blaise explained, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. Pansy frowned even harder, staring Harry down.

"Since when does Draco Malfoy fall." She scoffed, looking away.

"You do realise I am a human being. Slightly better than other humans, but a being none the less." Harry sighed, trying to give off that, oh so mighty Draco Malfoy attitude. He figured he was doing pretty well, so far. Speaking of, I wonder how he's getting on. Harry thought, taking another ghastly gulp of coffee.

A few minutes past, and Blaise got up. Pansy and Harry followed, since it was almost time for first lesson. Harry thought it was odd, that Blaise was going a different way than usual, but didn't think much of it until he stopped. He stopped. Right behind himself. He didn't exactly realise, until it was too late. Blaise tipped his can of soda straight onto Draco's head. Harry just stood there, unable to move, eyes wide.

A dark haired boy stood before him, looking extremely pleased with himself. Blaise. Harry was standing behind him looking horrified, and Pansy stood to his right, smirking. How dare him. How dare they. Who do they think they are? Draco shot up immediately and grabbed Blaise's collar, catching him off guard. Blaise's eyes widened slightly.

"How dare you!" He exclaimed loudly.

Everyone in the hall had directed their attention to them, and there was a deafening silence. Draco assumed that Hermione had stood up to stop him, but he was too enraged to notice. The chanting of Gryffindor's turned into a blur beneath him, as anger filled him up to the brim.

"Huh?" Blaise questioned, eyebrows knitted firmly together. Something was wrong here. Why did that voice sound so familiar? He thought, looking Potter straight in the eyes. The heat building up between them was hotter than fire, and Blaise started to worry. Pansy was starting to look at him funny, so he toughed up his stance slightly, the confused look never leaving his face.

Draco saw the look in his eyes and immediately let go, looking to the side awkwardly. Does he know it's me? He thought, stepping backwards, he stumbled and almost tripping over the table. No, he couldn't, could he? Draco's heart was thumping so loudly, he feared someone might hear it. None of the boys moved, they just looked at each other with confusion.

Everyone went silent as a teacher walked in, and strode up to them. "What's going on here?" She boomed, flickering her eyes between the two boys. Hermione stood up to say something, but Draco quickly stopped her.

"Nothing." Draco chimed, looking at Blaise, with a smug grin.

"Is that right?" She asked again, turning to face Blaise.

"Yes." Blaise muttered, giving Draco one last glance before walking away.

The whole hall went back to the noisy bustle it usually was. Draco took a deep breath and walked out of the hall, he needed to wash the soda out of his hair. He trudged down the long, desolate corridor, feeling stickier with every passing second.

The door to the Gryffindor dormitories pushed open easily, and he made his way to the showers. He didn't mind if the water was cold, as long as he could wash his hair, it was starting to weigh him down. He started stripping immediately as he entered the room, the cold air hitting his naked body.

He turned the valve slowly, lukewarm water shot out of the shower head, thundering against his bare back. He jumped slightly, he wasn't used to not having hot water. So this is how the other half lives, huh. He sighed, and stuck his head under the stream of water, massaging his scalp with his hands. The water consumed his thoughts, and put him at ease, which is exactly what he needed right now. No more surprises.

Quiet footsteps echoed through the room, causing Draco's eyes to flick open. He stood completely still, listening for any sounds. Silence. He started to turn, but stopped dead in his tracks. A cold, pointed object was pressed firmly to his back. His eyes widened, and he turned his head slightly, trying to see what was happening behind him. A hard poke with the object, made him stiffen again, and hold his breath.

"Don't move."