Mars Bars

Chapter 1

"Harry, you better be quick! You're going to be late for potions, and you know how Professor Snape is," Hermione was nagging Harry to drop his book, (something he never thought she'd do).

"Alright Hermione, don't worry about me, I'm almost done with this page. Just head down to potions and I'll be right there," Harry told her, not taking his eyes off of his book.

Hermione rolled her eyes but proceeded to head out of the library. Harry found himself growing deeper into this book, and he didn't notice how long he sat there in the wonders of his book.

He had finally come to his senses and looked at his watch. "Shit!" He had to get to his potions class in negative nine minutes now.

He ran as fast as he could down the stairs and towards the dungeons. He barged into the classroom only to get a whole wiff of Malfoy. Why does the whole potions room smell like the ferret?

"20 points from Gryffindor for being 10 minutes late Potter," Snape sneered.

Harry sat next to Hermione who gave him an "i told you so" look. "Why the hell does it smell like Malfoy in here?" Harry asked her.

Hermione slowly turned her head towards Harry and widened her eyes. "Malfoy? Harry are you sure?"

"One hundred percent sure, I would know what someone smells like if they've been getting around in my face since 1st year," Harry whispered, keeping his voice low so Snape wouldn't hear.

Hermione looked extremely concerned. "Harry, do you know what we're brewing?"

And to answer her question Snape came to their table. "You better get going Potter, you need to brew Amortentia, and you've only got less than 30 minutes left. You don't want another 20 points taken from Gryffindor, do you?"

"Amortentia?" Harry said it louder than he should have. He glanced across the room at Malfoy and he glanced back at him and smirked.

"Get to it, Potter," Snape said fiercely.

Harry felt as though he was about to faint. No, it couldn't be Malfoy that he was smelling, it must be something that smells very similar to him. But he couldn't think of anyone or anything else that smelt like that, that specific cologne and hair gel.

"Proffessor Snape," Harry croaked.

"What is it now, Potter?" Snape spat.

"May I go to the bathroom?"

"Do you want to fail potions?"


"There's your answer then."

Harry tried to get to work but he was so confused and he couldn't think straight. He managed to scrape something up which ended up losing him another 20 points because of how bad it was. He ran out of the room with Hermione calling his name behind him.

He fled to the owlery to visit Hedwig. Not long after he got there he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Harry? It's me, Hermione."

"Not in the mood, if you haven't noticed," Harry answered.

"You're not allowed to skip class just because you're not in a good mood Harry," Hermione told him.

"Watch me," Harry spat.

"Harry, listen to me, both of us know what happened in there, and if you can't keep running away from this."

"Hermione, we have Professor Umbridge next, with the Slytherins, I don't want to deal with that," Harry told her, stroking Hedwig below the chin.

"Harry, you're coming with me wether you like it or not, and we'll deal with your feelings later," Hermione almost shouted, then took Harry's arm and forced him out of the room. They then proceeded to run to their next class as they were already late enough.

"Five points from gryffindor each, for being late," Professor Umbridge said when they walked into the room. Ron gave them a puzzled look as if to ask if everything was ok. Hermione gave him a hesitant thumbs up.

On the end of the very boring lesson, Umbridge informed them that she made another educational degree that they should check out later. Apparently it was very important.

Harry was packing his books when Malfoy tripped over his bag. "Watch where you keep your stuff, Potter."

"Watch where you're going, Malfoy," Harry spat back. Malfoy shoved him and Harry was about to shove him back when Umbridge cleared her throat and spoke up.

"Harry, Draco, a word please," Both of the boys groaned as they waited for everyone to exit the class. "So as I just mentioned, I have created a new Educational Degree, I hope that it will ensure house unity and bring us all together. Now, this degree is that you will have to spend every weekend with another student from another house. You will sleep in the same assigned dorm, and you will eat together, do your activities together, everything. Now usually I am letting everyone choose, but seeing as you two really need some working on, I am assigning you guys as partners."

Harry was at the verge of screaming. "May we be excused?"

"Certainly," Umbridge said.

Harry walked out of the classroom faster than Malfoy to avoid an awkward situation.

Harry came back to a very loud common room, everyone was talking about who they were going to share their weekends with.

"I'm definitely asking Luna if she wants to be my partner," Ginny said to Hermione, who groaned because she also wanted to be with Luna.

"Harry! Did you see the notice board?" Ron asked when he saw Harry walk into the room. Harry grunted as to say yes. "Who are you going to choose to be your partner then?"

"Umbridge already chose my partner," Harry groaned.

"Who is it then?" Hermione piped, and then she remembered how Umbridge had told both Malfoy and Harry to stay behind in class. "It's not Malfoy, is it?"

Ron gave him a sort of pitying look when Harry didn't deny that it was Malfoy. "Bad luck mate."

Hermione looked at him worriedly. "Well it's Thursday, so we have to decide and submit our partners by tomorrow morning. I'm going to go see who would be willing to be my partner before there's nobody but Bulstrode left."

"Yeah me too, I'll see you later," Ron said, and Harry was left with the rest of the common room.

Thursday passed with Harry trying to get more of his work done, the loud chatter distracting him from doing anything productive.

He had trouble sleeping that night as he couldn't keep his mind off of what happened that day. He was not sure what to feel, he was just angry at Malfoy for existing.

The next morning at breakfast, everyone was talking about who their partner was. Hermione has paired up with Padma and Ron had paired up with Blaise. (He had been bickering with him earlier and Professor Mcgonnagol had assigned them to be partners before Ron could choose himself)

Hermione quickly finished her breakfast. "I'm going to see Padma, I want to know what she would like to do this weekend… I wanted to think of something fun to do for our first week together, I was thinking we could just study for Herbology seeing as we have class together."

Ron grunted. "It's like the teachers hate us. Blaise and Malfoy? Could it get any worse?"

Harry sighed and glanced across the main hall. His eyes found the blond headed git who looked like he was making some snide comment at Blaise. Harry rolled his eyes. How would he survive this weekend?

The end of the day came very quickly, and students were scrambling to the great hall where they were told they would get their assigned rooms.

Harry walked as slowly as he could, not looking forward to this new arrangement at all. He could tell that Malfoy felt the same way when he saw him looking even more mad than usual.

The head of houses all went to their houses' tables and started giving each of them a note that told them what level and where the room was, along with the password to the room.

Harry's room was at ground floor, near the quidditch pitch

Umbridge cleared her throat and the hall suddenly grew quiet. "To remind all of you, this is not an excuse to sneak out at night, your doors will be magically locked and no charm will be able to open it after 9pm. So if you're not back in your room by then, you're to come see me and find out what the consequences of being out after lights out is. That also means that you have to be at your rooms by 9pm or earlier today, so that gives you enough time to pack everything for the weekend. You are not to return to your common rooms until Sunday morning at 10am. Thank you and have a nice weekend," Umbridge gave an evil smile as she dismissed everyone from the hall.

Harry lazily stood up to walk to his common room to get his things. He packed as slowly as he could so he wouldn't need to spend more time with Malfoy. Ron and him went down with their things at 8:40pm, not wanting to miss lights out and have to face consequences with Umbridge.

Hermione had already left seeing as her partner was not as terrible.

"See you around, Harry," Ron said as they parted ways.

"See you."

It was 8:54pm when Harry found his room. He went in with their password. "Diagon Alley"

Malfoy was already in the room, unpacked and reading on his bed. He had chosen the bed next to the window and Harry's bed was not more than half a meter away from Malfoy's. He tried to move it but it wouldn't budge.

"Already tried," Malfoy said, not looking up from his book.

Harry groaned and began to unpack his things. He then groaned once more when he realised he forgot his book. He took off his robes and his shoes to climb into bed early. The night light next to their beds was still on as Malfoy was reading and Harry groaned again.

"Could you stop that?" Malfoy said, again not taking his eyes off the book. "I'm not particularly fond of sharing a room with you either but I'm not groaning every five seconds."

Harry didn't say anything but instead turned off the light and went under the covers. He couldn't help but groan once more when he saw the light turn on through his eyelids.

The next morning, Harry woke up to the sound of the shower. He looked at his watch to find that it was 7:14am on a Saturday. He stuffed his face into his pillow and wondered why the hell would anyone want to wake up at 7 on a Saturday.

He was almost asleep when he felt a thud on the back of his head.

"Your towel," Malfoy had gotten out of the shower with a towel around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. His hair was no longer as blond as it was wet and water was dripping on the floor at where he was standing.

"Do you mind?" Harry croaked, rubbing his eyes.

"Not at all," Malfoy replied, continuing to stand there, brushing his teeth.

Harry found himself staring for a split second until he got to his senses and stuffed his head under his pillow.

"Sleeping is for wusses," Malfoy called and Harry heard him enter the bathroom and close the door behind him. At least now Harry knew why Malfoy always had huge bags under his eyes.

The next time he woke up was when he felt a really hot wind on his face and a loud sound. Malfoy was blowing him with a hair dryer.

"what the fuck? How do you even know what a hair dryer is Malfoy?" Harry exclaimed, throwing his pillow at Malfoy.

"I don't know, you could say I'm as smart as your Mudblood friend Granger," Malfoy sneered.

"Don't call her that," Harry said looking away with a disgusted face. He was surprised when Malfoy stifled up an apology. "Don't apologise to me, apologise to her."

They sat in awkward silence before Malfoy spoke up. "I'm hungry and I'm not allowed to leave the room without you," Malfoy told him, expecting him to come with him to the great hall.

"Yeah and I haven't gotten dressed yet, so you can stay hungry," Harry said, still half annoyed at Malfoy for calling Hermione a mudblood. Malfoy threw Harry's pillow back at him.

Harry purposely took a long time to get out of bed and put on his robes. When Harry got out of the bathroom, he found Malfoy sitting with crossed legs on his bed, glaring at Harry with his arms crossed.

Harry struggled to keep in his laugh. "Not in the mood, I suppose?"

"Well I'm not exactly happy to be sharing a room with you, Potter," Malfoy continued glaring at Harry. "Are you trying to make me starve here?"

Harry rolled his eyes and started walking out of the room. "Took you long enough," Malfoy muttered as he abruptly got up from his bed and followed Harry out.

The great hall was filled with very few people, seeing as it was only 8:30am. Harry had never gone down here earlier than 9am on a weekend, and by the looks of it, neither do a lot of people.

Harry and Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, as Malfoy had refused to sit down at the Gryffindor table because apparently he was getting enough of Gryffindor already. They just had toast for breakfast, and Malfoy scoffed down both of his pieces before Harry even touched his.

Malfoy stared at Harry for a while, wondering why he wasn't touching his toast. Harry was sipping his pumpkin juice and staring into space. "Hello? Earth to Potter, are you going to eat that?"

Harry turned to look at Malfoy and shook his head. He then shoved the plate over to Malfoy, not giving it a second glance.

"Do you usually not eat breakfast?" Malfoy asked, with actual curiosity.

Harry pretended to look really surprised. "Sorry, what was that?" He exaggerated his expression. "Was that a sign of Malfoy actually caring?"

"Piss off, I just wanted to know if I could get second helpings tomorrow as well," Malfoy quickly said, covering up.

There was a pause before Harry did give Malfoy an explanation. "It's just really early."

Malfoy shrugged and didn't look convinced but continued to eat his breakfast. Harry finished his juice right after Malfoy finished his breakfast. They headed back to their room, not saying anything to each other.

Back in their room, Harry took out his potions book and decided that he should better get started on his Essay about Amortentia. He sighed as he read through what he had written so far, he measured it and it was only 3 inches long. He had to make it 12 by Tuesday. He hadn't noticed Malfoy staring at his parchment until he felt him breathing down his neck.

Malfoy scoffed. "You're helpless."

"Wow, thanks for that well thought out, critical feedback, Malfoy, I'll be sure to do something about this paper now that I've received such helpful suggestions," Harry said, shoving Malfoy lightly on the shoulder so he would stop reading his essay.

"Oh, and Amortentia does not create love, it creates a sort of obsession to mimic love, but the potion is nothing close to the real feeling of love," Malfoy stated casually, standing up and walking towards his bed.

"Didn't know you were a romantic, Malfoy, bet Pansy's impressed," Harry laughed, but kept what Malfoy had said in his mind.

"No, it's just that I, unlike others," -he looked accusingly at Harry, "Actually want to get good grades."

Harry snorted and proceeded to correct his paper according to what Malfoy had told him.

"If you want to get a good grade, I suggest you break down your essay into an introduction, then a paragraph on how it's brewed, then the advantages of amortentia, a paragraph on disadvantages and finally a conclusion paragraph on your final opinion," Malfoy told him, lying down on his bed and staring at the ceiling.

Harry was about to say another snide remark but found that this suggestion was particularly useful. He took another piece of parchment and proceeded to start again, creating a clear structure. He was done in no longer than an hour.

Harry sighed very loudly when he finished and dropped his quill and parchment on the floor, then proceeding to lay down on the floor. He then heard Malfoy's bed creak and footsteps coming towards him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Malfoy take his paper. "If you're going to tell me how bad it is, save it. I already know."

"Well you're right, it's pretty terrible," Malfoy stated, running his eyes quickly down the parchment. Harry rolled his eyes and sat up. He yanked at Malfoy's muggle trousers. "It's terrible for my standards, but for yours, not bad."

"That almost sounded like a compliment," Harry said, finally getting his paper back from Malfoy who threw it down at his face.

"If you consider me insulting your standards a compliment, then sure," Malfoy said, walking back to his bed.

Harry snorted. "I'll take it."

Malfoy laughed. "Pathetic," He said as he looked at Harry, smiling. Harry tried not to let it get to him that it seemed as though Malfoy was smiling at him, not sneering. They were just staring at each other for a few seconds before it got weird. (not like the whole thing wasn't weird) Harry quickly looked away and pretended like he was cleaning up his parchment and potion book.

Harry heard Malfoy sigh and flop onto his bed. "What time is it?" Draco asked, looking at the ceiling again.

"10:18am," Harry said, looking at his uncles old watch that he had stolen before he left for Hogwarts.

"Oh how fast time flies when I'm with you," Malfoy said sarcastically, rubbing his eyes.

"Tired?" Harry asked, accusingly.

"No," Malfoy quickly responded. "Just, something got into my eye."

"Both eyes?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Oh, bugger off," Malfoy said, sounding mildly annoyed.

"It looks like you're sleep deprived," Harry told him, in a slightly more serious tone.

"Well I'm not," Malfoy snapped, more mad then usual. "I need to piss."

Harry looked a bit confused when Malfoy stormed off to the bathroom. He laid down on his bed with his legs crossed. He never knew that Malfoy had trouble sleeping. It explains his lack of concentration in class and the huge bags under his eyes. Maybe even why he's always so grumpy. On second though, that's probably just his personality.

Malfoy came out of the bathroom with water splashed on his face. He didn't say a word to harry but instead went to his bag that he packed and grabbed a book. Without saying anything else, he headed to the door.

"Hey, where're you going?" Harry called out, getting out of bed and quickly following him. "We're supposed to do all activities together."

Malfoy said nothing but continued walking. When Malfoy walked he kept his head down, occasionally bringing his hands through his hair. Harry followed him and realised they were headed to the lake.

Malfoy sat down against a tree that sort of arched so the nobody could see them unless they were right in front of them. Harry proceeded to sit against the tree as well, but kept his distance.

Malfoy didn't say anything but started reading his book. They were sat as far apart to each other as they possibly could.

After a few minutes, Harry had grown bored, having no book to read. He glanced at Malfoy, looking at something to do, when he spotted a ladybug in his hair.

"Don't move," Harry told him as he crawled nearer to him, about to grab the ladybug from his hair. Malfoy did as Harry told him and didn't move. Harry got the ladybug onto his finger and brought it down to show Malfoy.

"You asscrack, I thought it was a bug or something," Malfoy exhaled, going back to reading his book.

Harry laughed. "Didn't know that ladyBUGS weren't bugs," He said, still kneeling facing Malfoy with the ladybug on his finger.

Malfoy didn't seem to amused with the ladybug. "Go away," He said, trying to distance himself more from Harry, but failing to do so without not leaning on the tree anymore.

Harry came closer to Malfoy and put his finger to his face. "You know, in the muggle world, ladybugs are considered lucky."

"Well we're not in the muggle world are we?" Malfoy spat, shoving his hand away with his. "Now let me read."

Harry sighed in defeat and went back to sitting away from Malfoy. "You're boring."

"Well I'm sorry I haven't met your really crappy standards," Malfoy said, rolling his eyes but still staring at his book.

After a few more minutes, Harry stood up and walked towards the lake. Malfoy looked up from his book.

He sat right at the edge with his legs crossed so they wouldn't be dangling in the water. He put his hands in the water, playing around with the cripples in the water.

He heard Malfoy stand up. He didn't bother to look back to see what he was up to. After less than a minute he was taken aback with a huge splash coming from the lake. Malfoy had jumped half naked into the lake.

Harry quickly stood up. "I knew you were an annoying git, but I didn't know you were that daft," Harry said when Malfoy's head came out of the water.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You're boring."

"You're stupid," Harry said, and Malfoy went back underwater. Harry sighed. When Malfoy came back up, Harry stared at him with his eyebrows raised as if to question if he was done yet. "Are you going to get out?"

"No," Malfoy said, floating on his back.

"I hope the giant squid eats you," Harry told him, walking back to the tree and sitting down. Malfoy continued to stupidly swim around the lake, and harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

After around ten minutes, Malfoy got out of the lake. Harry tried to look away but found his eyes staring at Malfoy's bare chest again. He quickly looked away and instead started to glare at Malfoy.

Malfoy took his wand from his robes that were under the tree and did a few charms to dry his trousers and himself. He then dressed himself back into his robes and picked up his book. He started to walk away from Harry and when Harry didn't follow, he stopped. "Do you need an invitation? Or are you going to come?"

Harry rolled his eyes once more and stood up to follow the git. They walked to the great hall, Harry noticing that Malfoy's hair was still wet.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table this time on Harry's request. For lunch they had some chicken wings with roasted potatoes and green beans. Draco scoffed his down really fast again and Harry stared at him. "Are you in a rush?"

"Yes, who wouldn't be in a rush to get away from the Gryffindors?" Malfoy said, getting second helpings.

"How do you eat so much?" Harry picked at his own food with his head in his hand.

"How do you eat so little?" Malfoy shot back, almost finishing his second helping.

"I don't eat little," Harry said, sounding mildly offended.

"I haven't seen you eat anything yet," Malfoy said, now drinking his juice.

Harry exaggerated eating a roasted potato. "Happy?" Harry said, his mouth still chewing the potato.

"No actually, I don't really care," Malfoy said, but continued to look at Harry. He was still chewing the potato after what felt like hours for Malfoy.

"Are you going to swallow that?" Malfoy asked, still staring at Harry as if waiting to see the bump on his throat when he swallows.

Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy. He then stalled the potato, making sure that Malfoy saw clearly that it went down his throat.

"Good job, you ate a potato the size of a sickle, you want a medal?" Malfoy said when Harry put down his fork.

"I just don't like roasted potatoes," Harry said, gulping down a lot of water.

"Yeah. And apparently you also don't like chicken wings, great green beans or toast," Malfoy said, raising his eyebrows at Harry accusingly.

Before either of them could say anything, they were joined at the table by Padma and Hermione. They were laughing and pointing at something in a book.

"Hi Harry!" Hermione said as she sat down next to him. Padma sat on the other side of Hermione but distanced herself a bit from Malfoy, who was opposite Harry. "How's your day been? I didn't see you at breakfast, figured you slept in. Or I suppose you were doing your essay, I saw how much you had gotten done on Thursday, if I'm being honest, it was quite painful… anyways, what have you guys been up to today? Padma and I were in the library today, you wouldn't believe how many books there are just on the discovery of magical eggplants. Apparently they change colour when you touch it. It's quite funny actually… Did you know that muggles think that the eggplant represents -"

Before she could say anything, Malfoy laughed pretty loudly. Hermione looked confused. "What?"

Malfoy covered his hand on his mouth and tried to keep from laughing. "Nothing, just, uh- nothing. Never mind," Malfoy said and looked at Harry. He was smiling and trying not to laugh.

Harry didn't really know what was so funny but the fact that Malfoy had found this situation hilarious was funny enough to him. He started laughing a bit and Hermione looked like she was starting to get annoyed, or mad.

"What is it with you two?" Hermione asked, looking at Padma for support. Padma shrugged.

Hermione looked away from them, started eating her food and talking to Padma again about the magical eggplants.

"What is wrong with you?" Harry asked Malfoy, still not touching his food.

Malfoy looked pretty concerned as he glanced at Harry's plate, but didn't say anything. "Does she always talk that much?"

"No," Harry said immediately, defending Hermione. Malfoy raised his eyebrows as if asking, 'are you sure?'. "Ok maybe. Sometimes."

Harry finished his water and sat there doing nothing. Malfoy's empty plate sat in front of him and he glared at Harry as if expecting him to finish his meal. "We haven't got all day, Potter."

"You know what, I'll probably just have a big dinner," Harry said, and started getting up.

Malfoy didn't look convinced. "if you say so," He said, hesitantly, and followed Harry.

They got back to their room and Malfoy slumped down on his bed. "I never knew a Saturday could be this boring."

"I never knew you could be this annoying," Harry said back to him, sitting down on his own bed. "And that's saying something."

"Ha. Ha. You know, Potter, you're not a lot of things, but you are funny. You know, your jokes really get to me and make me laugh every time. At least now you don't have to worry about getting good grades in potions and start thinking about making a life as a comedian," Malfoy said, sarcastically.

"At least that's more realistic than becoming an Auror," Harry said, pitying himself.

"Yeah, like they're going to turn down the boy who lived," Malfoy said, rolling eyes.

"Right now, it seems like they're looking for a way to turn me down," Harry sighed.

"Don't blame them," Malfoy sneered.

"Oh, piss off," Harry told him. "I'm going to take a nap."

When Harry woke up, it was already almost 6pm.

"This much sleep and you still can't pay attention in class," Malfoy said, disapproving. He was sitting on the floor and writing something down on parchment.

Harry yawned and slowly got up. His hair was more messy than usual. He put on his glasses and walked to the bathroom.

"Please hurry up, I'm hungry," Malfoy called loudly so Harry could hear him from the bathroom.

"You're always hungry," Harry called back from the bathroom.

After a few minutes, Harry came out of the bathroom and they then proceeded to head down to the great hall.

"I'm starving," Malfoy made Harry aware of the fact that he badly wanted food.

"No you're not," Harry said.

Malfoy looked confused. "Yes? I am."

"Malfoy, you're not starving. Children who don't have enough food or money are the ones that are starving," Harry told him, sitting down at the Gryffindor table.

"Smartass," Malfoy said, sitting down next to him, but keeping his distance. "Also, didn't we sit at the Gryffindor table at lunch?"

"No," Harry said immediately, all though he knew that they did. They sat there waiting for everyone else to come, Umbridge had declared dinner tonight to be a feast as it was the first weekend of her new educational degree.

After a while, Ron and Blaise joined their table and Ginny and luna came not long after. They saw no sign of Hermione and Padma, they were probably at the Ravenclaw table.

Umbridge cleared her throat. "Thank you. It is in my heart's desire that you are enjoying this effective new educational degree that I have recently created. Looking around, I see that it has been successful, as usual. I hope that we are achieving house unity. That is all I have to say. Have a nice meal."

"When Umbridge finished her speech, Malfoy and Harry looked at each other and shared the same disgusted face. At least there was one thing the git and him could agree on.

The food showed up not a second later and everyone started helping themselves to food. Harry took his time to poor some mashed potatoes onto his plate. Malfoy was eyeing him and looking at how much he put on his plate. Harry finished pouring anymore mashed potatoes after one scoop and then he proceeded to play with it with his fork.

Malfoy kept a close eye on him while pouring mountains of food on his own plate. Ron started talking about how Snape had taken away 10 points from Ron but none from Blaise when they were talking too loud in the library.

After Malfoy had finished his mountains of food and Harry had managed to smear his mashed potatoes all over the plate, the owls began to arrive and Harry saw Hedwig from a mile away. He was carrying a small letter and Harry suspected that it was from Sirius. Last time he wrote was about a week ago to tell him what was happening at their school and how Umbridge was slowly taking over.

Hedwig swooped down and gave Harry his letter, then stayed there waiting for Harry to give him something to eat. Harry was too busy with the letter that he let Hedwig sit there, pecking at his ear.

"You trying to starve him too?" Malfoy asked, giving the owl some bread.

Harry was confused at what Malfoy meant for a second but then realised and scowled. "I am not starving anyone."

"Well you are a nobody, so," Malfoy sneered.

"Leave it alone," Harry said, and with that, he left the great hall. Malfoy rolled his eyes and quickly followed, leaving the others in confusion to why they left so abruptly.

Back in the room, Harry had sat down on the floor in-between the two beds. He started reading the letter.

Dear Harry,

Do not worry about Umbridge. I'm sure that Dumbledore's got it all under control. Instead, you should start worrying about your studies, your OWLS are coming up!

Things are great here… just a bit lonely… Try to come back for Christmas!

Sorry I couldn't get you that muggle chocolate bar, what was it? Like march bar or something? Mars bar? I don't understand that obsession you have with it.

Anyways, good luck in school. Looking forward to another update letter.

From, Padfoot

"Who's Padfoot?" Malfoy asked. Harry had not realised that Malfoy was on his bed, reading over Harry's shoulder. Harry was lucky that Sirius hadn't included anything private in that letter. Showing Malfoy would've been like an invitation for Voldemort to find Sirius.

"None of your business," Harry said, quickly getting away from Malfoy and walking to the bathroom.

The rest of the night was spent lazily studying, not talking to each other. Soon Harry grew very tired so he hopped into bed to turn off the lights, just to have them turned on a second later by Malfoy.

Harry sighed and stuffed his face into his pillow. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.

He woke up later to the sound of Malfoy showering, thinking it was already morning. He checked his watch to find out it was 3:40 in the morning. He waited for Malfoy to come out of the bathroom. When he did, Harry turned on the lights. "Were you showering?"

"No," Malfoy responded way too fast. His hair was wet and he was half naked with towel around his waist.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Harry asked him, sitting up.

"Yes actually, and quite daft, may I add" Malfoy said, walking to get his clothes.

Harry was really confused to why Malfoy was having a shower in the middle of the night. "Is there someone you need to impress at 3am in the morning?"

Malfoy glared at Harry for a second but then proceeded to go back into the bathroom to change.

Harry fell asleep before Malfoy came back.

Harry remembered had strangely remembered what had happened earlier that night. This time when he woke up, it was because Malfoy was blow drying his own hair, not Harry's.

"You know you can just charm it dry instead of waking me up with a blow dryer," Harry said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Where's the fun in that?" Malfoy turned around, having only realised that Harry woke up. "What time is it?"

"It's 7:30am, why do you do this to yourself?" Harry asked, stifling another yawn. "Also why did you wash your hair again?"

"I didn't," Malfoy answered, but you could see that his hair was wet.

"Then why are you blowdrying it?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, sweat?" Malfoy snapped.

"Why were you sweating in your sleep?" Harry asked, and he could see he was getting at the bottom of Malfoy's nerves.

"Jesus christ Potter, leave me alone," Malfoy said, turning off the blow dryer. "I'm going flying."

Harry groaned. "Malfoy please don't, I don't want to," Harry said sitting up and taking off his covers.

"Then don't come," Malfoy said, getting his broom.

"I have to," Harry sighed. Getting out of his bed. "Just wait, I'll be ready in a minute."

Two minutes later, Harry was ready. He got his broomstick and raced outside, tailing Malfoy.

Malfoy immediately mounted his broom and left the ground when they got to the pitch. Harry watched tiredly for a minute before he got on his own broom.

Malfoy was diving and swerving, trying to show off.

Harry was just slowly flying through the air, being as tired as he was.

He watched Malfoy dive from a lot higher than he was. He stopped right where Harry was. "Training for the ballet, Potter?"

"Come on, you can do better. That joke's old," Harry said, diving down in spite of his tiredness. Harry could hear Malfoy following him down. Harry found himself getting closer and closer to the ground, and at the last second he pulled himself up.

When he got back up, Malfoy was waiting for him in the air, having not done the trick that Harry had just did. "Show off."

"Says you," Harry spat back, flying away from him.

Malfoy followed him again. "I didn't know flying with you could be more boring than flying by myself."

"I didn't know you could be so annoying," Harry said, trying to fly further away from him.

"Hilarious," Malfoy said sarcastically, not being more than a meter away from Harry now.

Harry scoffed, he then flew a lot faster very abruptly, as if he was trying to escape Malfoy.

When he stopped and turned around, Malfoy was speeding towards him. "Stop following me," Harry told him.

"Then what's the point of this new arrangement, if you don't want to spend time with your new roommate?" Malfoy said, mockingly.

"The point is to get it over with as fast as possible," Harry said, slowly flying towards the floor. "Speaking of, it's already almost 9. I'm going to get packed so I can leave as soon as possible."

"What about breakfast?" Malfoy asked as they landed on the floor and dismounted their brooms. "Oh right, you don't eat breakfast."

"I do!" Harry exclaimed, defensively. They walked back to their room which wasn't too far from the quidditch pitch.

"Sure," Malfoy sneered and they entered their room to drop off their brooms. "Are you coming to breakfast, or not?"

"I'll probably just go later with Hermione and Ron," Harry said, and sat on his bed while Malfoy shrugged and left the room.

Harry packed most of his stuff and then proceeded to lay down on his bed.

He woke up when Malfoy came back. "How do you sleep so much?"

"How do you not?" Harry asked, firing back.

Malfoy didn't say anything but scowled and started packing his own things. "Well just so you know, you can't go eat breakfast with Ron and Hermione later because they were both at the great hall just now. And I got told off by Snape for not being with my partner."

"Oh no, what are you going to do? Snape told you off? What did he do, take off points? Detention? Both?" Harry asked. "Oh wait, you're in his house, he probably GAVE you points."

"He actually took points off of YOU because you hadn't come with me to the great hall," Malfoy said, finishing to pack his bag.

"Of course he did," Harry sighed, and he continued packing. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to leave."

"Please do," Malfoy answered, not wanting to hang out with Harry a second longer. Harry quickly left with his bag and rushed to his common room. It was 9:49am so he was a bit early. He got up there and said the password to the fat lady.

"Sorry, orders are to not let anyone in before 10am." She said, not opening the door for him.

Harry groaned. put down his bag and proceeded to wait. He saw Ginny walking towards him right before 10am. "What are you doing? Why aren't you inside?"

"She won't let me in before 10," Harry told her.

Ginny gave him a confused face and turned around to give the fat lady the password. The door swung open and they walked inside. Harry looked at his watch to find that it had just turned 10am. He rolled his eyes. They were the first back in the common room.

Harry was about to go upstairs when Ginny stopped him. "Harry, can I tell you something without you telling anyone?"

Harry was mildly confused, Ginny and him weren't too close. "Sure, I suppose."

"I don't know who else to tell, Hermione won't understand, Ron will just get mad… Well thing is… Luna kissed me," Ginny spoke really fast, especially the last part.

"Luna what?" harry looked even more confused. "Well? What happened? Did you tell her you didn't feel the same?"

"Well thing is…" Ginny started. "I kissed her back."

Before Harry could respond, Dean and Seamus walked in. "Hi Harry, Ginny," Seamus greeted. "How was your weekend?"

The rest of the day was spent like normal Sundays, they mostly studied, talked about the weekend and went to their meals. The thing with Ginny wasn't mentioned again.

Later that night, Hermione pulled Harry aside. "So?" She asked.

"What?" Harry asked back, knowing what she meant but acting dumbfounded.

"We both know what happened on Thursday Harry," Hermione said, leaning against the wall.

"Listen Hermione, I probably just smelt something very similar to Malfoy. There's no actual feelings there, I swear. I assure you that he is an annoying bastard," Harry assured her.

Hermione looked unconvinced. "If you say so," She sighed, and with that they were back with the group, talking about how Filch might be pregnant because he was gaining weight.

Harry went to sleep last night thinking about what Hermione had talked to him about, and what Ginny had told him. He never knew that Ginny and Luna had some kind of feelings for each other. He could hear Hermione's voice in his head, 'You probably never knew because you always assume that everyone likes the opposite gender!'

His thoughts roamed around his head, causing him to only fall asleep after no less than an hour.

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