Amo Servo Fulcio

As they looked around their new rooms, Draco and Harry didn’t speak to each other. The rooms were relatively plain, but nice. There was a bedroom with one large bed, much to the boys’ dismay, a living room with desks to study at and a bathroom complete with a large shower and tub. Having sufficiently explored, Harry and Draco returned to the living room where they sat on the couch, legs pressed together uncomfortably.

Draco turned to Harry, sneer firmly in place. “Well, Potter, what do you propose we do? You are the Golden Boy, after all. Please share your wisdom.” Draco’s words dripped with sarcasm and contempt.

Harry rolled his eyes before glancing around the room. He spotted a piece of parchment on the small table next to the couch. Reaching over to grab it, he answered. “We might as well get this bloody list over with.”

Draco didn’t say anything, so Harry took his lack of response as agreement. He began to scan the items on the list Dumbledore and whoever else had compiled. He didn’t get far before Draco interrupted him.

“Well, what’s the first one? Or can you not read it? I’d suggest thicker glasses, but I don’t think they make glasses any thicker.” Draco’s pseudo-concern was not lost on Harry, who chose to ignore it.

Instead he chose to read the beginning of the list out loud. “The first part of the list is just things to talk about. Dumbledore also mentioned something about not being able to lie to your mate.” At this, Draco scoffed. “So the first thing it says to talk about is school. Like our favorite and least favorite classes.”

Upon finishing reading the first topic, Harry rolled his eyes, thinking that it was the stupidest thing he’d ever read. Draco seemed to find the list equally absurd.

It was silent for several minutes before Harry got fed up. “Well?” he asked impatiently, wanting nothing more than to finish the list as quickly as possible so he could avoid speaking to Draco. Draco raised one eyebrow at Harry before focusing his attention on smoothing out an invisible wrinkle on his robes. Harry glared at him incredulously.
“You’re such a ponce, Malfoy.”

“Shut the bloody hell up, Potter.”

“Just answer the sodding question so we can get this over with!”

Draco sighed in irritation, not willing to agree with Harry, but proceeded to answer the question. “I like Potions and I hate Care of Magical Creatures and History of Magic.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the couch to get more comfortable. “I like Defense Against the Dark Arts and I hate Divination and Potions.”

Obviously charmed to know when the question had been answered, the first topic on the list was crossed out. Draco looked up at Harry when the boy didn’t immediately say something. “Well, what’s the next one, Potter?”

Potter shook his head vehemently. “No. I am not doing another one of these stupid things. They’re ridiculous.” Draco glared and crossed his arms.

After enduring many more minutes of the tension filled silence, Draco turned to Harry one again. “I’m hungry, Potter.”

Harry gave the obviously overindulged boy a dirty look. “What do you expect me to do about it, Malfoy? I’m not your house elf.”

Draco was about to open his mouth for a scathing remark when a house elf apparated into the room with a quiet sounding pop. The elf deposited a large tray of food on the table and was gone without a word to either of them. Draco looked back and forth from the enticing food to Potter many times. Becoming increasingly irritated, Draco grumbled, “Well, Potter?”

“’Well’ what?” he asked, oblivious as to why the blond boy was addressing him instead of devouring the food he had been whining about.

“I can’t get food unless you come with me, you stupid git.”

Harry glared daggers at him and his mannerisms took on those of a petulant child. “Well, maybe I’ll sit here a while longer. Take a nap or something, since you don’t feel the need to be polite enough to get me to do what you want.”

Malfoy heaved what he would have a labeled a long-suffering sigh before asking “Potter, would you please accompany to get some food?” in a polite voice that was unsurprisingly insincere.

Harry gave him a mocking, saccharine smile before obliging and getting to his feet. Draco grabbed his hand reluctantly and dragged him over to the table so he could finally get something to eat.

They finished their meal quickly and Harry summoned what was fast becoming known as ‘the bloody list.’ Upon reading the question, he rolled his eyes. “Number two. If you weren’t a seeker which Quidditch position would you like to play and why?” Without even pausing for the expected sarcastic comment from Malfoy, Harry answered. “Chaser because it looks like fun,” Harry finished in a bored voice.

Surprisingly, Draco didn’t say anything in response to Harry’s answer. “Beater because then I could hit the bloody beater at you.”

“Arse,” Harry said, before promptly looking to the next thing on the list. “Number three. Work together on your homework assignments.”

“Well, that’s bloody ridiculous. Of course we have to work on them together, we have to be touching. That old man is more of a fool than I had previously expected. Harry decided to let his jab at Dumbledore slide and instead joined the boy in standing to get their school books.

Twenty-five minutes later found them back at the table, each working diligently on their assignments. “Bugger,” Harry muttered under his breath after failing at the arithmancy problem for the second time in a row.

Draco glanced over the problem and without even thinking said, “You don’t multiply that, you divide it.” Once he realized what he had done, Draco looked positively furious with himself. Harry redid the problem and got the desired answer, much to his surprise. Neither boy noticed the third task finally being crossed off the list.

A/N: Well, I'm not going to respond to all the reviews right now. I don't have time. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, though. It means a lot. Also, updates will not be coming as quickly as they did for the first two chapters from now on. It's getting harder for me to focus on this story just because the plot I have outlined in my head goes from complete unorignal to original to unoriginal and I hate writing things that are unoriginal. So, just stick with me. I promise not to just leave this fic hanging. One last note, it'd be awesome if you guys checked out the two oneshots that I posted. One's a Draco/Hermione and one's an original that could be either slash or het. It's not specified. Wow, this is one long author's note. I think I'll shut up for now.