I don\'t need them.

The next morning, Draco managed to make it to breakfast right in time for Snape to give out everyone\'s schedules, finding that both Gryffindors and Slytherins had Herbology together in an hour.

Grand. Just Peachy. Can\'t go one day without Potter being there.

The next morning, Harry awoke much ahead of his fellow room mates, much to Harry\'s satisfaction. He got in so late last night that no one was awake, meaning that he didn\'t have to answer their questions about where he was. Although Harry knew that he\'d have to explain where he was at some point, but he wanted to put it off as long as possible. He wasn\'t exactly a morning person.

When he got to the Great Hall very few people were there, so Harry had his pick of pretty much anywhere at his table. In the end, he chose the same place as the previous night, with the perfect view of the doors.

Again, he didn\'t have to wait long before his pals Ron and Hermione showed up, taking the same seats as at the feast. \"Where were you last night, mate?\" Ron just had to ask in front of Hermione. Maybe he shouldn\'t have put this off.

Shrugging, Harry replied, \"Just went out for a fly is all.\"

Ron seemed to be okay with this, shoveling mountains of food on his plate. Hermione, though, gave Harry a disapproving look. \"Harry, you should know better than to go out flying at night. You know how dangerous times like these are.\" Again, Harry shrugged, making Hermione sigh in defeat.

A little while after, Professor McGonnagal came around with their time tables. Just as Harry was going to look at his, Ron\'s swearing made him look up. \"Damn! Herbology with the Slytherins. And then what\'s after that? Transfiguration with the bloody Slytherins again! What a lousy way to start the new term.\"

Personally, Harry didn\'t care. He knew that sooner or later he\'d have to face the Slytherins, might as well be on the first day and get it over and done with.

Sighing and munching down a few peices of cold bacon, he folds up his schedule and tucks it away in his robe pocket before walking out of the Great Hall.

\"Fucking Teachers... bloody Gryffindors... pompous arseholes... fucking...\" He mutters under his breath as a few passing Ravenclaw girls eye him warily. \"Fuck off.\" He shouts at them and they scurry along. He walks down to the Slytherin Dormitory and grabs his books for Herbology and Transfiguration, stuffing them in his bag then swinging it over his shoulder.

With another of his could be signature sighs, he walks out of the Common Room just as a few Third years came in snickering to themselves.

\"Bloody hell. Don\'t fucking Laugh. It\'s un Slytherin-like.\" He informs them sharply before heading off to the Greenhouses. Bettter Early than late, right?

Finishing breakfast, or what little he actually ate, Harry rose from the Great Hall, heading towards the Tower to get his things. Once he had, the Gryffindor made his way to the green house, though he knew he was going to be there really early.

Upon reaching his destination, however, he was almost beginning to regret that. Almost. What greeted his eyes was Draco Malfoy\'s lithe form as the boy leaned on one of the walls. Harry found himself unable to tear his eyes away. Whenever did Malfoy get to look like that? Was it just because Harry had seen him flying yesterday?

Finally, when Malfoy seemed to have realised he as there, he turned to look at the newcommer. Harry looked away quickly, pretending to be looking in his bag for a book.


Leaning agaisnt the wall, his arms crossed over his thin chest, he closed his eyes. Thinking of all sorts of ways to plea for his father\'s innocence. If anyone could manage to get Lucius out, it woudl be him. the Wizengamot tended to feel for innocent teens.

But he wasn\'t very much of a teen anymore, was he? Eight more months or so, and he\'d be a man.

Sighing softly, his nostrals flaring out for a moment, he opens his eyes and glances over, catching Harry staring at him. His brows knit together and he shakes his head, \"Lose something, Potter?\" He asks.

Nothing better to cheer a Slytherin up than to pick on a Gryffindor.


Harry stopped when he heard Malfoy speak to him. \"No I didn\'t, thanks for asking,\" he glared at the Slytherin. What was it about him that made Malfoy want to pick him apart bit by bit until there was nothing left? Well Harry wasn\'t going to let that happen.

Well... that definitely cut off any fun for the morning.

Scowling as more students come up and Prof. Sprout opens up the doors to Green House six, he rolls his eyes and walks in, settling down infront of a red pot with pink Lilies painted on the sides.

Reaching out to poke at the dirt, the professor chirps. \"Oh no, Do not touch what\'s inside unless you want to lose one of your fingers.\" His hand imedietly withdrew with wide eyes. \"These are Mangorian Snapper Beatles. Tiny little things that love to dig through the dirt. But, if they smell even the tiniest bit of flesh, their jaws will elongate and they have the ability to take off a grown man\'s full hand. Now, you will need your dragonskin gloves for these. And I shall partner you up so that if someone gets latched on to, the other can unlatch him. We shall be moving them from these pots into the large tank on the center of the table. Now, for partners....\"

The professor trails off and Draco slips his gloves on, rolling back his sleeves.

\"Patil, Weasely.... Potter, Malfoy... Parkinson, Granger...\"

Wait a minute... Potter and Malfoy? Fuck. What is wrong with these teachers?!?!

Harry\'s head jerked up when he heard himself being partnered with Malfoy. Why did teachers always try to pair them up? Did they really expect that a partnershit was going to solve their desputes? Because it really wasn\'t. This was Malfoy we\'re talking about.

After taking out his dragonskin gloves, he followed everyone else in getting organised with their partners. When he reached Malfoy he didn\'t look up; didn\'t say anything to him. Instead he waited for Malfoy to start up with something. Harry couldn\'t be bothered.


Draco raised a brow when Harry didn\'t say anything. Not even a snide greeting. Strange.

Rolling his shoulders, he reaches a hand over to the dirt and stuck it in, feeling a few things wiggling around on the outside of his gloves and when he pulled it back out, he yelped at he site of nearly fifty teensy little bugs with giant jaws and fangs gripping onto the dragon skin.

\"fuck, Potter. Get them off.\" He yelps, his brows contorting, not wanting to be anywhere near these things.

By the sounds of the other groups, people were freaked out by the beetles also, and were shouting. Longbottom eventually got himself bitten on the arm, the bug taking a nice chunk out of his fleshy limb.


After rolling his eyes at Malfoy\'s oh-so-feminine actions, Harry helped out the yalping boy, pulling off the strange bugs. \"Hold still, Malfoy,\" Harry ordered, trying to get the little insects off before they reached Malfoy\'s pale, probably delicate, skin.

\"There,\" he said, after managing to get the final bug off. \"I don\'t see your problem. They\'re only bugs.\"


\"Yeah, right. They\'re only bugs that can rip your skin off in three seonds flat.\" He whimpered gazing warily at the pot. \"You do it then, Potter.... I.. I can\'t stand those things. They\'re repulsive. Kind of like your mudblood friend. Ugh, does she get on my nerves.\"

He scowls over at where Hermione was giggling when Pansy started shrieking.

\"God. Thinks it\'s funny, does she? These things are fucking dangerous.\" He shudders and waits for Harry to go about and stick his hand in the dirt. When the other pulled out his hand, Draco went right about tossing the blood thirsty bugs into the giant tank in front of them.

But he couldn\'t help but gaze at the finely tanned skin of Harry\'s forearm. It looked so smooth and soft. He \'accidentally\' let his forearm brush over Harry\'s as he tossed the last bug into the tank, finding the skin heated and softer than he imagined. Smiling softly, he stuck his hand into the dirt and withdrew it, waiting for Harry to begin taking the bugs off of him.

Who knew that Beetles were so intamite?


Harry growled at Malfoy when he called his friend a mudblood, but that left his when he felt the pale skin of Malfoy\'s arm against his own. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of the soft skin. He would have sighed in content, if it weren\'t for the fact that he would be too obvious.

Instead, Harry just took the bugs off of Malfoy\'s hand once again, trying to get as close as he could, without seeming like a total tosser, to the Syltherin boy as he could.


Draco noticed Harry\'s closeness with the perception that only a Malfoy could have. Nobody else had the attention span to notice, dealing with the bugs themselves. But Harry and Draco managed to get through their pot of bugs way before anyone else did and were allowed to leave early.

Breathing a sigh of relief and walking over to a sink to wash the dirt off of his gloves, he puts them in his bag along wih his books and slung it over a shoulder, giving a curt nod to Zabini and Parkinson before exiting the room.