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Auld
Lang Syne by Nymphy
Fate.

Summary: After learning that he�s failing Potions
class, Harry is assigned a tutor by Snape.
And who better than our own potions master Draco Malfoy?! Their mutual hate and all the time they are
forced to spend together transforms into an unlikely friendship. Will they end up falling for each other in
the process? Harry x
Draco slash fic. Review!

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: M, mostly for language and stuff, but may
be more for intimate sessions in later chapters.

Warning: Slash.
Meaning boy on boy action sequences. Don�t like it? Leave, please/thanks. :D

Timing: Year 6.
Pretend HBP never happened, k? K.

A/N: So, sorry that it�s taken me so long to
get this next chapter out to you guys, I�ve been a little preoccupied this past
week. My Eclipse book by Stephenie Meyer FINALLY
came last Thursday and so I�ve kinda been preoccupied
with reading that lately so� yeah. Sorry
�bout that! But anyways, here�s the next
chapter though! Thanks for all the positive
feedback and reviews so far, everyone!!
:D MUAH!! Love you all!!!!

DISCLAIMER: Hun, if I actually owned Harry Potter�
he�d never have kissed Cho or Ginny.
Yuck. They can
go suck it and go to the fiery pits of Hell for EVER have laying a hand on our
poor sweet innocent Harry� No profit is made. -le
sigh- :D

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I went down to breakfast in the Great Hall later that
morning and was immediately wishing I could take back the previous night�s
events. Ron and Hermione were already
there and, while I tried in a vain
attempt to hide my face and become invisible�which completely didn�t work,
unfortunately�they noticed me anyway.
Damn. Well, so much for becoming
invisible�

Scowling at my food, I tried desperately to not look over
at the Slytherin table. My eyes betrayed
me however, and the next moment I found myself and Draco�no, Malfoy, we�re back to MALFOY!!�staring at each other.

He wasn�t looking hostile this time, as per usual, just
staring at me with some expression I couldn�t quite identify at the
moment. Sad? Maybe solemn? I really had no idea.

I averted my eyes from his and started pushing my food
back around my plate. Stupid traitor eyes� I thought bitterly
and tried my best not to look back at him a second time.

�Harry mate, what happened to you? I woke up this morning and you weren�t in
your bed� Where�d you go off to?� Ron
asked.

He was right of course, since I�d spent the night with
Malfoy, crying on his shoulder, pouring myself out to him and showing him all
my weaknesses, letting down my guard. True,
I�d gotten up and left early enough in the morning that most others weren�t
even up yet, but then had spent the remaining time before breakfast taking a
quick shower in the dorms�before Ron had even awoken�and then walking around
the halls in an endless pursuit of just trying to sort out all my own thoughts.

�I woke up early. Couldn�t sleep.� Which, in all actuality, was
the truth, just not exactly all of it.

�Dreams again, Harry?� Hermione asked softly, but even
still, looking at me imploringly.

I just nodded, although I honestly couldn�t regret the
dream too much, seeing as it had lead me to the night with Malfoy. And in his bed, at that�

They seemed to let it go then, much to my approval. I really didn�t feel like being interrogated
by them at the moment; I was definitely
in too strange of a mood for that.

Hermione and Ron avoided looking at me any longer, afraid
that if they did that I would shatter or something. Did everyone honestly see me as that fragile?

Rolling my eyes, I stole a quick glance at Malfoy, who
was sitting at the Slytherin table and staring at Blaise
Zabini, who was talking way too much with his hands�
Malfoy stared at him blankly, seemingly not sure of what to say to the
guy. It was quite amusing really, seeing
his vacant expression; I couldn�t help the small grin that grazed my face.

An eyebrow raised and looking like he�d rather be anywhere but sitting there at the
moment, Malfoy gulped and looked around the rest of the room. His eyes came to rest on mine, making me
panic slightly and I averted my gaze to my plate once again and I started
shoveling food into my mouth.

I could still feel eyes on me though as I did so. Oh Merlin�
was he still looking at me?! Oh god� I stopped what I was doing to look up and
back at him. Sure enough, he was there,
still staring at me with interested eyes.

Okay, now this was just getting annoying. I really wasn�t the kind of guy who liked
people staring at him, and especially not for long periods of time.

�What?!� I tried to send the message across the room,
in a vain attempt that he would somehow understand my frustration. Shooting him a dirty glare, I picked up my
stuff and, in a fit of anger and embarrassment, stormed out of the Great Hall.

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Snape you suck.
Suck, suck, suck, suck, SUCK! Do you hear me, you greasy,
slimy git of a man?!
And also, I hate you with every fiber of my being. And I hope you know that. You should by this point in time� Go to
hell, you bastard.

Okay, so I was officially
in an even worse mood than I had been at breakfast. Severus Snape, in all his self-righteous
glory, had given us partners to work with during the class period that
day. And you can only guess who I got stuck with�

Glaring daggers at the Potions master, I reluctantly
brought myself over to the empty seat next to a one Draco Malfoy.

He was glaring. For
once, though, it wasn�t directed at me, but at his godfather instead.

Turning to look at me, he smiled tentatively and then
averted his gaze back to the cauldron.

Snape shouted instructions at the class and ordered us to
get to work. Malfoy didn�t say a word
the entire time, while I, on the other hand, was just too embarrassed at what
I�d done to say a single thing at all to him, so I kept quiet. The entire situation was� awkward, to say the least.

At the end of class, though, I remembered something. Our lessons. We were still having them, right? Shit�
Well, I guess I�d have to face him sometime, right?

We had only about two minutes left of class and I decided
to ask him about it finally.

�Uhm� Malfoy?� Shit, should I have called him Draco
instead? He gave me a kind of weird look
there, I dunno�

�Yeah?� His voice was impassive, not willing to give
into his emotions obviously.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish. �A-are we still having lessons tonight�?�

He looked somewhat confused, although he tried to fix his
expression immediately after I noticed it.
�Yeah� why wouldn�t we be having them?�

�Oh, I-I just thought� nevermind.� Snape dismissed us then, and for once I
silently thanked him. �See you later
then.�

And with that, I gathered up my things and practically
sprinted out the door, leaving a stunned and still confused Draco Malfoy in my
wake.

�Hey, Potter!� he yelled after me, but at the same time
his voice was somewhat soft. �Six
o�clock, got it?�

I nodded. �Yup, bye!�

And I was out the door, silently chiding myself for
acting like such an idiot.

Jeez� since when had I been this nervous around
him?! And why was I acting like such a
freaking GIRL! Stupid Malfoy and his perfectness�

But then, maybe it wasn�t so bad after all. Was I really making this a bigger deal than
it actually was? Yes, we had slept in
the same bed and everything, but it was him
who asked me to do that, not the
other way around. And even then, was it so wrong to want to sleep with him?! I stopped dead in my tracks. Oh god� uh� wrong wording. Uhm�
okay, different wording, different wording�
Well, we were friends now, and friends can sleep with each other if
they want to, right? It�s called being
friends with benefits. Damn it!
Oh crap, just forget it�

Fuming, I headed off to my next class without even
waiting for Ron or Hermione to come out of the room. They probably wouldn�t notice I was gone
anyways, what with them being so hung up on each other.

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I got to the library that night after dinner to find him
already sitting at our usual table. I
found myself staring, entranced, at his silvery-blond strands of hair; his
tall, slender, lithe form; his neck that was just waiting to be sucked and nibbled on�

Shit! Now I�m
lusting over him. And even more so than
usual, too� Yes, it was true. I had been doing that for months now. And even tonight�even after what happened the
night before�I couldn�t help the fantasy that crept up on me as I stood there,
feet rooted to the floor.

I could imagine myself coming up behind him, unexpected
and unannounced, hugging my arms around his torso as I did just that: sucked
and gnawed on his neck� moved to doing almost the same to his ear, making him
shiver in the process and then moving around to face his front, seeing his eyes
glazed over with lust and just begging for me to-

�Potter?�

Oh shit� Fuck, I was trembling just from a fantasy�

Was that all it would ever
be�?

�Potter, what�re you doing over there, we have studying to
do, y�know�� he chided me�was it jokingly?�and rolled
his eyes halfheartedly.

Nodding and willing my feet to bring me forward finally,
I walked over to the table and sat next to him.

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�So I�ve been thinking,� I started, interrupting his
lesson he had started only minutes before on Polyjuice
Potion. (Even though I already knew a
whole lot about it, seeing as I�d used it with Ron and Hermione in second year�
and just because we thought he was
the heir of Slytherin� Heh. Ironic�) Although� the
thinking-about-something-thing actually wasn�t true. Because really,
who thinks about Draco Malfoy on a
daily basis? Okay, so besides insane
people? And besides
Draco? �And besides myself? Ah, shit.
Damn it, I�m like a freaking lovesick puppy with how much I think about
him�

He looked at me expectantly. �And?�

�And I was thinking that maybe we went about this all wrong. The friendship thing, I mean. I think we should maybe get to know each
other first, before we actually try to be friends
friends, if y�know what I
mean. I mean, a friendship with no
knowledge of the other person is like building a castle on sand.� He looked about ready to laugh. �Uhm� you see what
I mean?� I asked nervously. Damn, maybe
I should�ve just kept my mouth shut�

�Sure. I guess I
see what you mean,� he replied, a small smile on his face. �You wanna go first?�

I shook my head. �Nope. I went first
last time; you start.� I stared him
down, as though challenging him to retort with something witty, trying to hold
back a grin.

He seemed as though he were trying to figure out what the
�first time� was. And then he
remembered: last week, during our second lesson when I told him I�d almost been
placed in Slytherin.

�Right. Well� Er� I like raspberries dipped in chocolate syrup��

�Yeah, I know.
I�ve seen you at dinner.� Shit!
Why, oh why, mouth, do you have to say things of your own accord?

Malfoy looked perplexed.
�You watch me at dinner?� He
stared at me, eyebrows scrunched together.

I tried to put my words in reverse. �N-no, Ron was making fun of you one day
about something or other and my eyes just glanced over at you as you just so
happened to be dipping your raspberries in the chocolate sauce is all. Uh, m-my turn, right?�

He looked me up and down, trying to figure out what was
wrong with me. He simply nodded and
waited for me to continue.

I tried to think of something, looking down. �Hmm�
Well, as I�m pretty sure you already know, I can speak Parsel Tongue� �I looked up momentarily to see him nodding
his head and averted my gaze once more��but the thing you probably don�t know� is that it�s another thing
that connects me to Voldemort.�

I looked up, in time to see his reaction. �Sweet Merlin,
Harry, how many things are
there that connect you to that smug bastard of a wizard?!�

I laughed, at both the use of my first name and his whole
comment. Shrugging and still smiling, I
answered him. �Dunno. Other than the fact that he
killed my parents? Yeah, I really
have no idea.�

Draco laughed with me unreservedly and I urged him to
tell me something else. �Anything else I
should know, Malfoy?�

He shrugged, still smiling.

I thought about it momentarily. �Wanna play twenty questions?� I chirped.

He raised an eyebrow.
�Twenty questions?� he repeated.

�Yeah, I ask you a question and you respond and ask a
question in return. Either the same or
you can come up with a question of your own.
Quite easy, really. So what d�you say?�

�Sure.�

�Alright, then, uhm� favorite
colors?� I asked, even though it was somewhat obvious and he probably thought I
was an idiot for even asking it in the first place.

�Green and silver. Honestly, Harry, you should know this by
now.� He rolled his eyes. �Do I even need to ask what yours are?� He smirked and I scowled in
return. �Fine then. Uhm, let�s see
here�� He trailed off in thought. �Alright then, favorite food, since I already
told you mine��

I grinned. �A dessert, or a real
food?�

He put his finger to his chin, thinking. �Hmm� dessert,� he finally settled on.

�Alright, uhm, treacle tart. Your Patronus?�

�Lion. And yours?�

�Stag. Would you rather eat an apple or an orange?�

�What kind of question is that?! And what does it even
have to do with anything?� he exclaimed, even though I could tell he sort of
liked the quirky question, even if he�d never admit it.

�Oh it has to do with everything,� I replied brightly. �Just answer the damn question, you.�

He rolled his eyes.
�Fine. Apples. Oranges make my fingers sticky and I have to peel them; too
much work.� Ah,
and there�s the Malfoy pride and arrogance shining through that people are
always griping about�

The comment made me roll my eyes as well. �Right. Your question?� I
urged.

�Hmm� what did you do for fun in your childhood?�

I wasn�t quite sure how to answer the unexpected
question. So I simply said �Nothing.�

He looked confused for a moment. �Nothing? What d�you mean nothing? You didn�t play any games or whatever?�

I shook my head.

�What�d you do then?�

Averting my gaze, it took me a moment to answer, choosing
my words carefully. �Well you know how I
lived with my muggle relatives, right?� Draco nodded his affirmation. �Uhm, well, to put
it simple terms, I cleaned around the house, cooking food for them, stuff of
that sort. I� I lived in the cupboard
under the stairs, and Uncle Vernon would lock me in there when I did something bad,
like doing magic without even knowing I was doing it in the first place.�

�Merlin, Harry�� Draco breathed, staring at me in
astonishment and shock and utter anger while I continued my explanation.

�Hell, I didn�t even know I was a wizard until Hagrid came to visit me on my eleventh birthday. He brought me a cake and then when my cousin
Dudley tried to eat it Hagrid gave him a tail. Quite amusing, really�� I smiled slightly at the memory but then it
turned into a small frown. �You hate me
now, don�t you?� I looked at him to see
his angered and shocked face contort into confusion.

�Why would I hate you, Harry? I mean, you just confessed that to me, with
what seemed like a great deal of difficulty.
It can�t be easy to say that kind of stuff to someone else whom you
hardly even know�� I could see the water
building up in his eyes and he had to avert his gaze when he saw me notice it.

�Jeez, Dray, you don�t have to waste your tears on it,� I
quipped jokingly, making him smile slightly.
�Trust me, I�ve done too much of that already.� I rolled my eyes and gave him a smile, trying
to keep the conversation relatively light.

He rolled his eyes too and wiped his eyes with the back
of his hand and gave me a small smile. �Right,
well� let�s continue with the lesson, shall we?�

And with that, he leered over the Potions book once more
that night and tried to teach me things about Polyjuice
Potion, even though I already knew it.

�I-I already know about Polyjuice
Potion,� I said in a strangled cry. Damn,
my voice was doing things of its own accord again. Hmm, really need to learn to control that
mouth of mine�

His head snapped up to stare at me. �Excuse me?�
Thankfully, his voice wasn�t angry in the least, merely confused and
somewhat curious.

�Uh� second year. Ron, Hermione, and I all used it to figure
out what was going on with the Chamber of Secrets. W-we thought that you were the heir of
Slytherin so we changed into Crabbe, Goyle, and Bulstrode and tried to figure out what was going on with
you.� Oh Merlin, I could�ve slapped
myself right then and there.

�When was this?�

�A-after Christmas. D�you remember when
Crabbe cracked his knuckles after you said that you hoped Hermione would be the
next to be petrified, and Goyle was wearing glasses,
and� and� a-are you angry with me?�

He looked thoroughly taken aback. �Not really, no. Surprised is more like it. Didn�t know you had it in
you, Potter.�

I glared. �Yeah,
well� had to figure out somehow, and
you seemed like the most likely person to open up the Chamber so��

He looked trained in thought for a moment. �Which one were you?�

�Huh?�

�Which one were you that night? Crabbe or Goyle?�

�Uh, G-Goyle.�

He looked off.
�That would explain the glasses then�� he mumbled. �You know that I asked him for days after
what had happened to them?�

I laughed. �You
did?�

�He said he�d never had any at all and that he especially
wouldn�t want to look like a �speccy-four-eyed-git-like-Potter.��
He rolled his eyes. �Always was a
prat, that Goyle�� He paused, as though he were thinking. �So. Anything else I should know?�

I smiled slowly.
�I threw snowballs at you third year.�

He looked me up and down for a few seconds. �That was you?�

I nodded, still smiling.
�You were with Crabbe and Nott and making fun of Ron and Hermione while
they were looking at the Shrieking Shack and so I stopped you by throwing
snowballs at you. Quite
fun, actually.�

He glared.

�Wanna have another one this winter?�

�Eh, sure, why not? Nothing better to do anyways��

�I see, so you�re just using me, is that it? That hurts, Dray, really it does,� I feigned
a hurt expression, clutching my chest.

He playfully shoved my arm, but grinned either way. �Yeah yeah, let�s just get back to studying,
hmm? Oh wait, you already know all of this.� He gasped in mock surprise. �Potter, what am I going to do with you?�
He shook his head slowly.

�Mmm, be my bestest friend for life and try to kill whoever
tries to kill me?�

He just smiled at my attempt at cuteness. �Yeah, I guess.� But then his smile faltered somewhat, turning
into a frown and he looked down at the desk, fiddling with his thumbs. �I-I�m sorry for all the stuff I�ve put you
through over the years,� he said softly.
�Forgive me?�

I grinned gently. �Already forgiven, mate.�

He smiled back, almost touching his eyes but not
quite.

�So. What�re you doing this coming weekend?�

He seemed confused.
�Why?�

�Want to hang out?�
I smiled softly again.

His confusion turned to what seemed to be happiness. �Sure, nothing better to do anyways�� he
repeated his earlier words and I smacked his arm just as he had done to me only
two minutes before.

Who knows? Maybe
you really can turn the clocks back
and rebuild a friendship you never even knew you could have�

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A/N: Okay, so I�m sorry that it took so long
to get this chapter out. I�ve been
working on it all this past week, just trying to figure out what the hell I
should write in this chapter and I actually ended up writing SIX PAGES
today. I only had two to start out with
and then I just sat down today and their whole day came together all of a
sudden. So� yup! Enjoy!
:D

Next chapter should be up soon, if not this week, then
definitely next week. Any suggestions as
to what should happen next? I�m open to
anything you have to say. You are, after
all, the reviewers and I just write to make you�well, and myself,
too�happy. :D Although� I�m thinking of having Hermione and
Ron find out that Harry�s been being� friendly,
for lack of a better word, with Draco, and soon, too, possibly in the next
chapter, although I�m not really a hundred percent sure yet.

And P.S�: I�m really not sure if that whole
snowball fight happened in the book or not; I got that from the movie, and when
I looked on IMDB, people were saying that they thought it could be Theodore
Nott, so I took it from there. No flames
on that, people�! I just really wanted
him to say something about the snowballs, since no one else ever seems to write
about it. Anyways though� review review REVIIEEWWWW�!!
:D MUAH!! I�ll love you forever and ever. -jingles tin
can- reviews for the poor starving
writer? -puts
on puppy dog face- hahaha XD
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