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Enemy of My Enemy

I don’t own
Harry Potter. He belongs to J.K.
Rowling. I just like to use him for my
own twisted fantasies.

The plot
bunny for this story comes from Boccaccio’s Decameron. (second day fifth
story)

Warning: this will be Harry/Draco slash. That means male/male, gay. If this offends you hit the back button. Flames are not constructive and will be used
to roast marshmallows.

While it was true that the Malfoy family
had more money than they knew what to do with, it would have greatly surprised
most of Draco’s classmates to know that he had access to very little of
it. His parents bought him whatever they
thought he needed as the heir of Malfoy and his true desires were mainly
disregarded. For appearances sake it
was easy to seem as if he got every heart’s desire but in fact money of his own
was hard to come by.

So one fall weekend a few days after his
birthday when an owl appeared at Hogwarts with a pouch full of galleons from
his grandmother Draco found himself hard pressed to hang on to the patented Malfoy
detachment and not jump on the table shouting like a Gryffindor. Composing himself with some difficulty he
walked back to his dorm whistling softly and swinging the pouch full of
galleons around one finger by its string tie.
Even this slight deviation of the normal stoicism caught Pansy’s eye as
he went by and her eyes lit up as she heard the money clinking in the
pouch.

Certain that she would put that money to
much better use than Draco, after all he already has the best clothes in the
school, Pansy began to put together a
cunning plan. That afternoon was a
Hogsmeade weekend and everyone would be there, including Draco who would
certainly be spending his newfound cash.
Pansy resolved to follow Draco
and make sure to help him out.

Draco in his euphoria barely noticed Pansy
treading softly behind him into Hogsmeade.
He walked into a clothing store that stocked clothes that his parents
would’ve killed him if he wore in their presence and started to look around
when he noticed Pansy.

“What are you doing here Pans?”

“Nothing Dra, I was just wondering what
was up.”

“Nothing’s up so get lost.”

“Oh come on…” Pansy did her best puppy dog
eyes look. “You know women love to
shop. Let me help.”

“Ok.
Just promise me you’ll never give me that puppy dog look again. That was truly disturbing.”

Pansy began to frown and started to say
something bitingly nasty but remembered that she had to play along if she
wanted this to work out to her advantage so instead she quickly smiled and
asked what type of clothes Draco was looking for.

Draco raised an eyebrow at this behavior suspecting
something was up, but he was unsure what it was and knew that only veritaserum
or torture would get it out of her if she didn’t want to tell, and he wasn’t
sure about the veritaserum.

Pansy came back with a handful of outfits.

“Here Dra, try these on.”

“Pansy, these pants are pink. No matter what you think, I will not be seen
in pink pants.”

“But hon, they’ll look good with your
blond hair.”

“No way in hell.”

“Fine, how about these?” Pansy brought forward
a pair of plaid pants with pockets and buckles on the sides.

“Pansy these are almost worse. At least the pink ones didn’t make people go
blind. Do you have any taste at all?” Draco frowned at the hideous plaid pants
and then at Pansy.

“I’m trying to help you here.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“Ok how about these then, these are black
you can’t complain about that.” This time it was a pair of black cargo pants basic
and stylish with a couple extra buckles across the front for decoration. “I also got another set in army green. They don’t have the extra buckles on the
front but they have more pockets on the sides” Pansy pulled them forward as
well.

“Well, ok, I suppose they aren’t totally
hideous. Hand them over. One would almost think you’re trying to get
me out of my pants Pans. Are you even
going to get any tops for me to try?”

Pansy jumped a little in surprise but just
smiled at Draco and said “be right back.”

“I hope your taste in shirts is better
than it was with the pants.”

Pansy came back with a handful of shirts,
two of which Draco deemed worthy.

“Ok, go try them on. I want to see how you
look.” Pansy bounced excitedly. Her plan
was working perfectly so far. Now if
Draco would only drop his guard slightly…

“Very well, I’m going, and please don’t
bounce like that, not only is it unsettling, it’s
un-Slytherin.”

Pansy nodded and followed Draco to the
fitting rooms.

Draco pulled the curtain of the fitting
room closed and stripped out of his pants and shirt, dropping them in a pile on
the floor. He took one of the shirts and
quickly tossed it on over his head and then he stepped into the black cargo
pants one leg at a time pulling them up and buttoning them low on his waist for
a perfect fit. He stepped out of the
fitting room to crash into a still un-Slytherinly excited
Pansy with another pair of pants in her hand.

“Draco you have to try these on as
well. You’ll look so hot in them.” She shoved the pants into his arms and turned
him around back toward the fitting room. “You look great in those by the way.”

“Of course I do.” He wondered if clothes
shopping made all girls turn into a bunch of empty headed Hufflepuffs.

Draco stripped out of the cargo pants, and
hung them back on the hanger. He took a
look at the pants that Pansy had so haphazardly thrust at him and realized that
they were quite a nice pair of tight leather pants.

“Good thing Pansy knows my size.” Draco
thought.

After putting them on partway he realized
that there was no way he would be able to wear them comfortably with his boxers
on, which were bunching up terribly and putting pressure on sensitive places,
so he took off his boxers and wore the pants commando. They fit like a second skin. He turned in front of the mirror checking the
fit from the front and back.

Pansy who was peeking into the fitting
room through a crack in the curtain, and had gotten more than an eyeful during
this whole process, took this opportunity to yell in, “Are you done? Come out and let me see. There’s a big three way mirror out here near
the register as well if you want to use it.”
Then Pansy quietly ducked into the stall next to Draco’s, leaving the
curtain halfway open and stood on the seat tightly tucking herself back into
the corner so that her feet wouldn’t show under the curtain. Trying not to breathe too loud she hoped
that Draco would be more interested in seeing himself in those pants than he
would in finding out where she had disappeared to. This was the crucial moment. If Draco found her now Pansy knew there would
be a whole bunch of questions thrown her way that she couldn’t answer, and
unfortunately Draco could be a tortuously persuasive asker. Pansy heard Draco
calling her name. She held her breath
and crossed her fingers.

“Pansy…
Pansy?” Draco looked around and
didn’t see her anywhere. He wondered if
she left, but realized it wasn’t possible since she had just been talking to
him. “This would have been the easiest
time I’ve had getting rid of her in seventeen years. I’m positive she’ll either turn up again or
there is something seriously wrong.” Draco thought and walked toward the mirror
at the front of the store with a slight prickling of dread tickling his
spine.

He admired himself in the mirror, which
was truly a nice big one with lots of room around to view yourself
in it, but he couldn’t get rid of the uneasy feeling that he had. Something was wrong, if he could only figure
out what it was. He decided he would buy these pants with the
money from his Grandmother and … Shit!

Draco ran back to the dressing room and
all of his clothes were gone. His
money! His wand! Mentally berating himself
for being so unbelievably stupid he took a quick look around and ran to the
front door in an attempt to look outside to see if Pansy was there. Unfortunately the store owner stopped him
before he could go outside, barefoot no less, and said, “Sorry, but you can’t
leave here wearing those.”

“I’m sorry,” said Draco. “It seems like a
friend of mine has played a practical joke on me and taken my clothes, and my
wallet was in them. Would it be possible
to charge this to my father’s account?”

“I’m sorry, but due to the war, we’re only
able to do business on a cash only basis.”

“What?
But I don’t have any clothes!”

“Maybe your friend will come back.”

“Yeah, maybe Voldemort will play hopscotch
with Dumbledore” said Draco sarcastically, and turned to go back to the
dressing room.

As he stripped out of the clothes he
thought, ‘I would have been in so much trouble anyway if I had used father’s
account to buy clothes he didn’t approve of,
not only because of the clothes but because I’d have to explain what
happened.’

“Pansy you bitch, vengeance will be
mine. Just you wait.” Draco growled and
clenched his fist together so tightly the fingernails cut into the skin.

Draco stepped out of the store wearing
nothing but his pride as a Malfoy and a Slytherin. Pansy had even taken his wand and
underwear. It was just a grab and run
Draco supposed. Forgetting to oblivitate
him was the last mistake she’d ever make. He looked up into the sky and figured
it was about 3 hours until sunset, and after dark was probably the best time to
try and get back to school without being seen by anyone regardless of the
possible punishment of being out after curfew.
Snape would never punish him anyway.

He quickly looked up and down the street
for the safest place to duck into before he was seen and realized that the
Shrieking Shack for all its dismal gloominess was probably closest and the best
bet. Draco was willing to brave the
ghosts or whatever else he might find in there if it would provide a safe
refuge. Not to mention it was getting
fairly cold outside. He snuck down the
road behind buildings and around whatever would give some margin of cover
expecting someone to yell out to him at any moment and ask what he thought he
was up to running down the street in the nude.
Perhaps his awesome physique had just shocked them all.

He slipped in the door and flattened
himself up against the wall, expecting a barrage of ghosts, goblins, and god
knows what else. Nothing appeared and he
took a huge sigh of relief that turned into a coughing fit prompted by the
cloud of dust that was stirred into being by his arrival.

Draco took a good look around and it
appeared that there really wasn’t anything or anyone, human or non-human,
there. He wondered what the real story
was about this place. He was willing to
bet 100 galleons that Harry Potter was mixed up in it somewhere. That guy was always up to something.

Draco sat against the wall under a window
so that he couldn’t be seen but could still see out. It was about another two hours to sunset and
he was bored. Bored and covered in
dust. He felt completely filthy. The first thing he was going to do when he
got back to Hogwarts is take a bath in that big marble bathtub in the prefect’s
bathroom. Then he was going to make
Pansy sorry she was ever born. She would
truly come to regret the taking every scrap of clothing and making sure he was
stuck here, for every minute he spent sitting here in the dust was another way
he came up with to make her sorry for living, and if he was lucky he would get
to implement them all.

Suddenly he saw a panel on the floor start
to move and he quickly ducked into a closet thinking it would be better to see
what was coming before meeting it head on.
Peeking through a crack in the closet door he was very surprised to see
the Golden Trio climb up from the trap door in the floor.

Draco didn’t think he could endure the
humiliation he’d have to live through if the Weasel ever saw him like
this. Even the Mudblood or Potter
wouldn’t be as bad.

“We really need to clean in here,” said
Hermione as she climbed up into the Shrieking Shack.

“I know,” said Harry as he climbed up
behind her. “But no one wants to do it so it keeps getting put off. Sirius was the last one to clean it on any
regular basis”

Ron looked down at the floor, “I’m sorry
mate.”

“It’s ok,” Harry managed a smile at his
friends. “I mean its not, not really, but it’s getting better.”

“Well we better get going, we only have
three hours to get to Honeydukes and grab a butterbeer and get anything else we
need done before curfew.” Ron slapped
Harry on the back and flashed him a smile.

‘Get going, get going, get
going,’ Draco thought chanting it like a mantra inside his head. “Before I
sneeze or bump into something and give myself away.”

Harry turned to follow Hermione, who was
brushing more dust off her robes waiting before she got outside for a scourgify charm, when he noticed a footprint on the floor
near the closet that looked fairly new.
A bare footprint.

Harry, having faced Voldemort and lost a
godfather, had begun to realize that sometimes it was better not to involve Ron
and Hermione in certain things simply because they were dangerous or their
reactions were better not dealt with.

He turned to his friends and said, “You
know being here again really reminds me of Snuffles. Can you guys give me like
ten minutes alone in here for some closure?
I think it would really help me out.”

‘They’ll buy that’ Harry thought.

Draco on the other hand was nearly
twitching with impatience, ‘What the hell?
Who’s this Snuffles character? Closure? Screw
closure! Get the hell out of here Potter!,’ ran through his mind.

Hermione was nodding knowingly and she
said, “Of course Harry it’s no problem.
Meet us at the Three Broomsticks.”

Ron nodded along with Hermione, “Anything
that’ll help. You’ve been so down
lately. You just haven’t seemed
yourself.”

Harry thanked them and shepherded them both
to the doorway post haste.

Draco was amazed at how quickly he got rid
of them. He was wondering who Snuffles
was and why Harry would need closure when the closet door was suddenly pulled
open. Before this, Draco had not
realized a full body blush was even possible.

‘Never show you’re scared, never show
fear, never show pain,’ thought Draco as soon as he realized the potential for
humiliation on his part in this situation.
He grabbed the door handle away from Potter and snarled “What the hell
do you think you’re doing in my closet Potter?
Go have your pity party and leave me alone.” He moved to slam the door shut again when
Harry stuck his leg in the way.

Harry frowned, gritting his teeth at the
insult. Long gone were the days when he
would have leaped at Malfoy and tried to beat the crap out of him but their
relationship hadn’t improved much otherwise.
Malfoy could still be totally insufferable.

Harry winced as the door slammed shut on
his knee. He grabbed the edge with a
hand and pulled it back open doing his best to keep his eyes above Malfoy’s
waist.

“I just told Ron and Hermione that so
they’d leave me here alone. You look
like you could use some help.”

“So the Savior of the Wizarding World
wants to save me too?” Draco sneered.
“I’m sorry Potter; I don’t play well with others. Now get lost, or do you not understand
English?”

Draco brushed a strand of hair away from
his face and planted his hand on his hip arrogantly and glared at Harry who was
trying not to smile. The whole effect
had been ruined by a smudge of dirt Malfoy had smeared across his cheek when he
moved his hair out of his eyes.

“Malfoy you may not understand this but I
don’t want to save the world. The job
sucks and the pay is shit. I may not
like you very much but, I think I understand you quite well. Now you can take my help or you can tell me
to fuck off, but you look like you could use it, and I’m not just saying that
because you’re standing here buck naked in front of me.”

Harry turned and took the three steps toward
the exit. He was reaching for the door
handle when he heard Malfoy’s voice call out.

“So you like what you see do you?”

Harry felt and embarrassed blush rise up
his neck. “No!” He stuttered out. “I mean, I wasn’t looking!”

Malfoy smirked, “if you weren’t looking
then how do you know I’m buck naked?”

“For God’s sake Malfoy…” Harry gritted
out.

Draco smiled. It seemed someone was just a tad bit
uncomfortable with their sexuality. This
could be fun. Even if it was Potter he
was doing it to. But getting the upper
hand on Potter was always such a rewarding experience and that was what this
was all about. He had even naively
offered to help him out of this predicament.
The only help needed was that Potter keep his big mouth shut. He was a
Malfoy and could do everything on his own.
He always did.

‘You keep telling yourself that,’ said a
little voice in the back of his mind that he diligently ignored.

Draco sauntered out of the closet and
toward Harry. “Does my nudity make you uncomfortable Potter?”

“No…” Harry said and began to move back
away from Malfoy who was moving toward him.
The nudity didn’t make him uncomfortable. He saw the whole Gryffindor quidditch team naked in the showers all the time. The fact that Malfoy was, dare he call it
flirting? with
him, made him uncomfortable.

“I think you might be. I think you might be just a bit uncomfortable
with your sexuality. Which are you
Potter, gay or straight?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your
business Malfoy” said Harry who had backed up as far as the wall would let him
and was wondering how he had gotten into this.

“Let’s find out,” said Draco and placed
his hands on the wall on either side of Harry’s head so that he couldn’t escape
and kissed him.

As soon as their lips touched each one of
them felt a warming tingle run through their bodies. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist
and pulled him up against him. Draco took
his hands off the wall and instead threaded them through Harry’s thick dark
hair. Draco slid his tongue along
Harry’s lower lip begging for entrance.
Harry opened his mouth and their breath mingled as their tongues danced
a leisurely dance. Harry had just begun
to run his hands over Draco’s bare skin when realization hit both of them and
they broke apart gasping.

“You kissed me!” panted Harry, still
recovering. He paused. “Has Hell frozen
over?”

“I guess I got an answer for the
gay/straight question,” Malfoy said with a smirk.

“I guess…,” replied Harry, smirking back
when he noticed Malfoy’s erection.

“Well, unlike you, my lack of clothing
makes it impossible to hide anything.”

Harry pulled off his cloak and wrapped it
around Malfoy.

“One snog in a
corner and you’re giving me gifts already.
I didn’t know you were so easy Potter.”

Harry didn’t reply but just took his wand
and changed the emblem to a Slytherin one.

“I don’t want your pity.”

“I was thinking maybe we could try
friendship.”

“If I remember correctly you refused my
friendship.”

“Yes well, you were an arrogant little
bastard and I was an ignorant tree hugger.
Maybe this time we could meet somewhere in the middle.”

Silence fell and Harry took a look out the
window to see it had gotten dark.

“Its
dark lets get you back to Hogwarts.”

“How do you plan to do that exactly,
genius boy?”

Harry smiled a knowing smile, “follow me.”

Harry pulled open the trap door and
motioned for Draco to come along. At the
bottom of the ladder he grabbed his invisibility cloak from where he had set it
and led the way down the tunnel.

“Wait,” said Harry and grabbed Draco’s
shoulder to stop him from hurrying toward the exit of the tunnel.

“Where are we?”

“Below the Whomping Willow. Ok. C’mon” Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and
pulled him forward.

“C’mon?
Are you nuts? You’ll get us
killed!”

“No I won’t, the knot paralyzes it. Trust me!”
Harry dragged a reluctant Draco forward out from under the Willow’s branches. As soon as they were clear of the Whomping Willow Harry tossed his invisibility cloak over
them both and they made their way to the school.

“Neat...,” whispered
Draco. So this is how you’ve been
getting away with everything all this time.

“Shhh…” replied
Harry since they were getting close.

Harry wrapped an arm around Draco and
pulled him close since they were getting too big to fit more than one person
under the cloak. Draco did his best to
refrain from putting an arm around Harry as well but it left him with the
problem of what to do with his arm. So
instead of letting it hang uncomfortably in the way he let it slide around
Harry’s waist like it belonged there and hoped that nothing would be said.

‘If anyone had told me a week ago that I
would accept Harry Potter’s help and be wearing his cloak and kissing
him I would have told you they were insane.’ Draco thought.

The two of them got to the Slytherin
dungeons without being seen by anyone, although it was a fairly close call when
Dumbledore and McGonagal walked by. It was still before curfew but if they had
caught Harry with a nearly nude Draco there would have been some uncomfortable
questions asked. They stopped at the
entrance to the Slytherin common room and stood there alone in the
hallway. Each thought about what they
wanted to say until the silence became almost deafening.

Finally Draco gritted his teeth and
managed to spit out, “Potter could I borrow your invisibility cloak?”

“Huh?” said Harry who had been off in
another world.

“Your invisibility cloak, Potter, may I borrow it?”

Harry looked at Draco and after a pause
said, “well I might let you under certain conditions.”

Draco mentally closed his eyes. Nothing ever came free in this world. “So what do you want?”

“Well, first of all, call me Harry.”

“Harry?”

“You’ve had your tongue in my mouth. I think you can manage to call me by my first
name.” Harry smiled.

“That’s it?”

“Well not quite.”

“So what’s the catch?”

“You need to understand that the cloak was
my fathers and means an awful lot to me.
More than could just be replaced with another cloak. If I let you use it you have to promise me
you’ll treat it like as if it were your own.”

Draco thought about this, “Ok, you have my
word I’ll take good care of it.”

“I want it back tomorrow evening ok?”

“That should be fine.”

Harry moved to get out from under the
cloak when Draco stopped him.

“Harry how can you be sure I’ll keep my
word on either count?”

“I can’t, but friendship is based on
trust, so how can my offer to be your friend be meant honestly if I’m always
waiting for you to cheat me?”

Harry slipped out from under the cloak and
hurried down the hallway before it got too late and he was caught outside of
his common room after curfew. He heard
Draco’s whisper travel down the hallway as he was leaving, “Don’t worry I’ll
keep my word.”

Draco watched Harry rush down the hallway surprised
that he would lend such a valuable item to Draco almost without a second
thought.

‘Friendship…’ thought Draco.

He spoke the password and went to his room
to get some clothes on. The bath he
wanted would unfortunately have to wait until later. He had other plans for the evening with this
wonderful cloak. He decided that first
off he would see if he could get his wand back, and hopefully the money. If the money was a complete loss he would
spend the rest of the evening as Pansy’s invisible shadow. He was sure he could find a million ways to
make her life even more miserable.

Draco grinned evilly and got to work.

Harry pushed his way through the portrait
of the Fat Lady and was immediately assaulted by a barrage of question from Ron
and Hermione who were there waiting for him to return.

“Where have you been?” asked Hermione.

“Yeah you never showed up at The Three
Broomsticks like you said you would mate.
Everything ok?” Ron added.

“Harry you can’t keep beating yourself up
for Sirius’s death like this. I’m sure
he’d want you to be happy and you know this.” Hermione lay one hand over
Harry’s comfortingly.

“Wait,” said Harry pulling his hand
away. He was starting to feel just a bit
guilty about how he got the two of them to go on without him. “Tonight didn’t have anything to do with
Sirius. It was just an excuse to get you
out of there.”

“What??” gaped Ron.

“Why would you do that?” questioned
Hermione.

“Well, you see there was someone there, and
I wanted to deal with it myself.”

Hermione frowned at the risk Harry had
taken, “Do you know how dangerous that was?
What if it was a death eater or one of You Know
Who’s plans? You should have gone
straight to Dumbledore, or at least mentioned it to us.”

“Yeah!
The three of us could have taken care of any problem that would have
come up. We’re here to watch your back
mate, so no more fighting battles on your own.
Ok?” Ron grinned at Harry and
stuck a fist in the air. “We’ll take on
teachers in disguise, giant chess sets and flying keys, evil Slytherins,
especially Malfoys, cursed books and animagus pets!”

Hermione shook her head at his idiocy.

Ron ignored her and continued with his
rant. “Where was I? Oh yes, evil
Malfoy’s, they’re bad enough to mention twice, and nasty potions teachers, not
a worldwide threat true, but we’ll take ‘em on together just the same… “

“Stop Ron,” Harry sighed and imagined what
kind of disaster it would have been if Ron had been there when he discovered
Draco. “This is part of the reason why I
got you two to go ahead. Unless Death
Eaters have started sporting bare feet I knew it should be ok, but I couldn’t
explain what was going on or you’d go off half cocked looking for whoever was
there or running to Dumbledore and turning a fairly simple situation into a
tinderbox.”

“So what did happen?” asked Hermione.

“I helped a person needing help.”

“That’s all? What about the details man?” Ron wanted to
hear the rest of the story even if he couldn’t be part of it.

“I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. I’m sure if you were in this person’s shoes
you wouldn’t want me breaking a confidence either.”

Hermione nodded looking at Harry
thoughtfully. That thoughtful look was
dangerous. ‘I wonder what I just gave away’ Harry thought.

Ron didn’t take things quite as well. “What the hell is wrong with you lately
Harry? You’ve been keeping secrets from
us all term. I thought we didn’t have
secrets. You just aren’t the same person
anymore.”

“And I’m sure that you always tell me
everything that goes on with you and Hermione,” said Harry getting a bit angry.

“That’s not the same,”

“Oh?
And how do you know?”

“Well…”

“Exactly. Goodnight Herm.”

Harry was worried. He lay back and looked up at the wine red
curtains closed around the bed and worried about his cloak. He wondered what he was thinking when he
lent it to Draco. The chances were
pretty good he would never see it again and it was all due to his own stupidity
really. It was probably an
overabundance of hormones that caused him to do it. With Draco standing there so close to him
wearing only Harry’s cloak he probably could have asked him to dance the tango
down the hallway in ladies underwear and he would have done it. He needed to get laid, bad.

Speaking of which, what was up with that
kiss? Draco Malfoy was really easy on
the eyes, and he’d been discreetly looking for about a year now not that he
would’ve ever admitted it out loud, but he would have bet every cent he had
that Malfoy would give all his money to charity before he’d make a move on the
Boy who Lived, the antithesis of everything Malfoy.

Ugh, I really need to stop thinking about
him. If I’m lucky he’ll return the cloak
in one piece. He’ll probably laugh at my
offer of friendship, and chances are I’ll see him again across a field
somewhere in Voldemort’s army with a tattoo on his arm. Not a promising outlook.

Why the hell did he have to kiss me
anyway?

First thing Monday morning I’m going to
see Fred and George about setting up some anonymous one night stand thing for
me. Maybe that will get him off my mind.

Meanwhile Draco was sneaking down the hallways
toward the girls’ dorms tightly wrapped in the invisibility cloak. He waited patiently at the entrance for
someone to leave so that he could slip in without being seen. Finally a couple of third years walked out
and he quietly edged in.

Pansy was sitting on a sofa in the middle
of the main room telling her adventures to Millicent Bulstrode.

“And I even ended up with his wand
Millie,” Pansy swished Draco’s wand around in the air creating a trail of
sparks and set it on the end table closest to her end of the sofa. “Can you believe I pulled off such a trick on
Malfoy? He’s way too full of himself
anyway; maybe this will take him down a notch.
I have about half of the money left if you want to come shopping with me
tomorrow.”

“Pansy, don’t take this the wrong way
but… You stupid bint! What the hell did you think you were doing?! You didn’t even obliviate him for God’s
sake. Are you out of your fucking mind?!
Did your brains leak out of your head
overnight? This isn’t just some joke you
played on him. When Draco finds you, and
he will find you, you will end up on your knees begging for his
forgiveness. My advice is for you to
kill yourself now. It would be quicker
and less painful.”

Pansy had gone slightly grey during this
tirade, but she remembered that she still had Draco’s wand. “It should be alright as long as I have this”
she said with confidence she didn’t feel, and reached toward the end table
where she had put Draco’s wand only to find it was missing.

“Then again maybe you’re just even more
screwed than you thought you were,” said Millicent.

‘So, so, true’ thought Draco from where he
was listening. He ran his fingers over
the wand’s texture planning his next move.

Pansy yawned, and stretched on the sofa,
“I think I’m going to go to bed, although I may spend all of tomorrow hiding
out in here instead of shopping. You’ll
get information to me about what Malfoy’s been up to, won’t you Millie?”

“I refuse to commit myself to anything.”

“…but Millie…”

“Sorry Pans, but I’m a Slytherin, I’m not
going to get caught doing something that will get me on Malfoy’s bad side, not
even for you. Besides, we pride ourselves
on picking the winning side, and I’m sorry to say Hon, that’s not you.”

Pansy sighed, “Well, I’d probably do the
same in your shoes. G’nite”

Pansy walked toward her room somewhat depressed. She really hadn’t thought things out very
well. At least Millie hadn’t said
definitely no. She would hang around
here tomorrow where it was safe and see how things panned out. Maybe Draco would get over it; after all she
had only taken his money, and wand, and made him walk home naked where everyone
could see… On second thought she might
be better off moving to Albania.

Draco followed Pansy to her bedroom. All the girls’ rooms were off of the main one
with two doors on each wall. Pansy had
the room to herself, although it was built to hold more than one person if
necessary.

Pansy jumped as the door slammed shut
behind her. She turned to look but there
was nothing there. ‘Must be the wind,’ she thought, her heart thumping madly in
her chest. ‘That’s right just the wind, relax now, you’re the only one
here. All that stuff Millie said just
made you a little jumpy, that’s all.’ She looked down at her hand and noticed she
had grabbed her wand and was clutching it so tightly that the design on the
handle was imprinting itself on her palm.
She slowly lay it down on her desk and took a deep breath to try to
relax.

During all this Draco had very quietly whispered
a silencing spell on the room that made sure no one outside would hear them and
come running to help, not that most of the Slytherins would anyway, and tossed
a locking charm at the door.

Pansy kept looking around, feeling that
someone else was there. A quiet rustle
to her left made her jump again but when she looked around the room was still
empty. Looking at the clock she realized
it was getting really, really, late and she would be better off getting some
sleep and dealing with the whole problem in the morning.

She
switched off the light on her desk and walked over to her bed in the dark,
pulled the covers up to her chin and snuggled in.

Draco quietly whispered another spell and
waited patiently.

Pansy tossed and turned but she was
worried about what would come from the joke she had played on Draco and
couldn’t fall asleep. Then she heard
another noise in the dark. She sat up
straight in bed and listened intently to see if she would hear it again. There it was!
There was definitely someone in the room with her, she was sure of
it.

“I’ve got you now,” she said aloud to
whoever it was that was there.

Draco shook his head; how did she ever get
sorted into Slytherin? Announcing you
were coming was like telling the opponent what you had in mind. She may as well have said: “Get ready; I’m
using my secret plan now.”

Pansy hopped out of bed and walked to the
desk where she turned on the light again.
She turned around quickly to catch whoever it was, but the room was
still empty. Just then she felt
something move by her foot. Looking down
quickly she froze in place and screamed.
The floor of the room was covered in snakes. There were all kinds of snakes, and it was
just dumb luck that she hadn’t stepped on one on the way to the desk. Reaching for her wand she realized it wasn’t
on her desk where she had left it. Panicking even more she ran to the door on
her toes narrowly missing stepping on some snakes, unwilling to actually move
them out of the way physically. Fingers
shaking in fear they gripped the doorknob unsteadily, turned and pulled only to
find it wouldn’t open. Pulling harder on
the knob and rattling the door on its hinges made no difference.

The snakes hissed and slithered around
her, one curling around her legs. She
twitched her leg and shoved it out of the way.
Banging both fists on the door in the hopes that someone would help she
screamed, “Let me out, Let me out!”

Crying and unable to stand the snakes
around her any more, she made her way back to the bed where they seemed to be
unable to reach. Not for lack of trying
though and she was forced to keep an eye out and knock a few persistent ones
down just in case.

She had been at it for hours and was
starting to nod off. The snakes although
persistent hadn’t really done anything to her and she was thinking maybe she
might try to get some sleep and take her chances.

Without warning the light on her desk shut
off and the sound of the snakes hissing disappeared. The whole room was quiet again and she sighed
in relief. The snakes were gone. Wanting to see that it was clear with her own
eyes she got out of bed again and walked toward the desk to turn the light back
on. She took a step and everything
seemed fine, and another, then a third and she stepped on something that was
slightly moist and made a crunching noise.
Positive she didn’t want to know what it was, but knowing she had to see
what she was up against anyway she finished the walk to the desk in a run, her
steps crunching moistly all the way.
There was something very icky stuck to the bottom of her feet, and it
took her three tries to get the light switch to turn on because her fingers
were shaking so badly.

Draco smirked to himself in
satisfaction. She wouldn’t sleep a night
through for weeks after this.

The floor was covered in spiders, brown
spiders, black spiders, and a trail of squashed spiders from her bed. She shuddered and goosebumps
rose over her whole body. Brushing at
the spiders that were starting to climb up her legs she climbed up on her desk
as it was closest and hoped it would hold.
Too terrified to even manage a scream anymore she knelt on the wobbly
desk and brushed off the spiders that easily climbed up the legs. Her whole bed was covered by now and she just
hoped she hadn’t missed any on the desk.
Looking around the room everything writhed.

Then she noticed that one chair in the
room was completely bare. Not only were
there no spiders on it, there weren’t any trying to climb up.
It was as if the chair wasn’t part of the spider infestation. She wondered if she dared to walk to the
chair to see what was going on.

Draco noticed her looking at him. He spelled the chair he was sitting on to be
spider and snake free, and he sat on it cross-legged to keep his feet off the
floor. He was surprised that it even
clicked in her mind the chair was bare with all the spiders she was dealing
with.

A big fat spider crawled over Pansy’s hand
reminding her that she was slacking in keeping the desk clear and she let out a
faint scream and jerked her hand sending the spider flying. She brushed across the desk quickly getting
the remaining spiders off when the last one got squashed on her hand. Shaking and exhausted she began to sob.

“Draco is that you over there?” she said
aloud unwilling to walk back over the spiders again to find out.

“Draco I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. She was a mess, her eyes were red and swollen
and her nose was running and she had squashed spider on her hand and feet. Her whole body shook from terror and
exhaustion and she knew that Millie had been right when she said death was the
easier option.

She sniffed and began begging for mercy in
earnest. She swore to get back the money
she had spent, swore never to do anything like it again, and was willing to
offer anything that would make the horror stop.

Draco stood up on the chair and took off
the cloak draping it carefully over the back of the chair. Waving his wand he made all the spiders
disappear, then, gracefully stepping off the chair he said, “I want my money
back Pansy.”

“Sure… Sure… You bet.”
She grabbed hold of the top drawer of her desk from where she was
crouched and yanked at it with trembling fingers. The whole drawer came free of the desk and
tumbled to the floor with a crash, and there sat Draco’s purse in the
wreckage.

Draco walked over and picked it up. Looking inside he asked, “…and what about the
rest of it?”

“I’ll get it to you. I will. This week, I promise… even if I have
to sleep with Goyle to do it.”

“You’d better Pansy, because next time
I’ll tie you to the floor.”

“One question…”

“What is it?”

“Where’d you get the cloak? I thought they were really rare.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at that and with a
pause said, “Harry lent it to me.”

“Harry?” Pansy asked.

“That’s what I said,” replied Draco who
was a bit surprised how easily he had started thinking of Potter as ‘Harry’.

“You mean Potter?”

“Do we know any other Harry’s?”

“No, but…”

“Never assume Pans. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my
friend, or some such thing, right?”

Draco dropped Pansy’s wand on the carpet
and disappeared in a swirl of invisibility cloak.

“Sweet dreams,” he said with a smirk and
left as Pansy, who was still crouched on the desk, her legs gone completely
numb from the position she’d been in for so long, began to cry again.

While Draco snuck back to his own dorm he
mentally thanked Harry for being… well, a lot more generous than he ever
would’ve been with this type of an item.
If it wasn’t for the cloak tonight’s revenge wouldn’t have gone nearly
as well. He wondered what Harry was up
to with this whole friendship scheme. He
certainly wasn’t going to go running to join Dumbledore and his bunch if he
became his friend, assuming that was the master plan. He would end up facing most of his family
across a battlefield if he did, and he didn’t want to have to kill them or end
up getting killed by them.

That kiss was certainly an interesting
revelation though. Who would have
thought the Boy Who Lived had it in him?
It was certainly a bizarre impulse that made him do it in the first place,
but he definitely didn’t regret it. As a
matter of fact he wouldn’t mind trying it again…

The next morning Pansy sat at breakfast
looking completely wretched. Her face
was pale and her hair was trying to escape from the lopsided ponytail she had
pulled it back in. She was completely
defeated. Despite all this, she did
manage to shoot one venom filled look across the Great Hall at Harry Potter who
was in her opinion, at least in part, responsible for her predicament.

Harry nearly flinched at the hate
contained in that look. He had walked
into breakfast and realized after one look at Pansy, and at a very self
satisfied Draco, that she must have been responsible for yesterday’s fiasco,
and Draco had gotten his revenge.

Just then one of the school owls dropped a
note into his lap. ‘Astronomy tower 3:00,’ it said. There was no signature, but Harry looked up
at Draco who raised an eyebrow and surreptitiously winked at him and looked
away.

Suddenly Ron, who had been peeking at
Harry’s note, yelled out, “Ooh, Harry’s got a date!”

“I do not!”

“Well what else do you go up to the
Astronomy tower for?”

Harry blushed
beet red and searched for a response.
Finally deciding that letting Ron think he had a date might not be such
a bad thing, he gave in. “Fine I have a
date, now lay off would you? I don’t
want the whole school knowing.”

“Sure, you bet!” Ron grinned conspiratorially.

That afternoon Harry made his way up the
hundreds of stairs up to the top of the Astronomy Tower.
I wonder why this place is so popular as a
romantic getaway thought Harry, by the time you get to the top, you’re too
tired to do anything else.

He opened the door to the top of the tower
and walked in. Draco was already there
looking out the window at the grounds.
He turned as Harry walked in.
“So I’m your date huh?”

“Eh? What?” Harry looked temporarily confused. “Oh, I just said that to Ron so he would lay off. I wasn’t
about to say I’m going to go meet Draco Malfoy because I like him and he has my
invisibility cloak.”

“Why not? Its true isn’t it?”

“Well… Yeah, but some truths are better if
they’re eased into more gently I think.”

“The Weasel just can’t handle it.” Draco handed the invisibility cloak back to
Harry. It was folded neatly and there
wasn’t a mark on it. “Thanks a lot for
the loan.”

Harry reached out for the cloak and froze
as his fingers brushed over Draco’s.
Looking up at Draco he pulled the cloak toward his chest and said, “It
was Pansy wasn’t it? What happened to
you yesterday I mean.”

“Yeah…
But she won’t ever do it again.”
Draco paused thinking something over.
“Look Potter, what do you want from me?
I’m not going to join Dumbledore and his band of goody two shoes idiots
if that’s what you’re thinking. Maybe I
think that the dark has its place. I
like the dark side.”

“I thought you were going to call me
Harry.”

“Harry then… Now, if you’ll answer the
fucking question.”

“Draco there’s no need to get so upset.”

Draco grabbed Harry and shoved him up
against the nearest wall. “No? And why not? Do you even realize what you’re asking
for? You think it’s possible that the
son of a Death Eater could be friends or more with the Boy Who Lived? I
won’t give up my family, and they would kill you easily given the chance. What kind of a future is that for friendship
or anything else?”

Draco let go of his grip on Harry’s robes
and slumped slightly. Harry lifted his
hand and wiped away the single tear that ran down Draco’s cheek.

“You’ve never had a real friend before
have you?”

“No… I never knew anyone who would give me
their most precious possession just because I needed it. They’d give it through force, but never
friendship.”

Harry put his hands on Draco’s shoulders,
“Draco look at me.” Draco looked up and
Harry continued, “I don’t want you joining Dumbledore.”

“What…?”

“I mean it. That old fart, is a manipulative bastard, and
I wouldn’t be with him myself if there was any other choice.”

Draco looked around, “This is some sort of
trick right?”

“No.”

Draco looked at Harry who shook his head
in emphasis and by the look in his eyes Draco could see that he was in
earnest. Amazing…

“So what do you want from me?” Draco asked
again.

“Don’t try to kill me.”

“Huh?”

“That’s what I want from you. Neutrality…
I understand you don’t want to fight against your family, but I don’t
want to have to face you across a battlefield either. For
this to work, that’s the choice you’d have to make. Unfortunately I don’t have that option.”

Harry looked away figuring it was too much
to ask. Draco’s hand on his cheek gently pulled him
back to face him, “Harry, my family will still try to kill you. They’ll use me to get to you.”

“You’re not responsible for what your
family does Draco. They wouldn’t hurt
you would they?”

“Probably not.”

“That’s all right then. Friends?”

“Yes, friends…” said Draco who had made
his decision. “With benefits…” and he pulled Harry forward and kissed him.
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