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So the first strange situation of Sixth Year was…well, it would have to have been the whole “Lucius Malfoy has feathers” bit. And then, finding that Dumbledore wanted Harry to be okay if Draco Malfoy, of all people, wanted to pop in on a DA meeting (which thankfully had not occurred) would be next; then learning that he was Draco’s intended… yeah that was a situation all right. And then the whole thing three days ago, which he really needed to get straightened out before he really lost his mind, would fall into the new “slightly disturbing category”, Harry mused. And last, this situation. Come to think of it…once that portrait opened, a different “slightly disturbing” situation would be presented.

And open the portrait did, the Medusa gleefully ignoring the boy in front of her as she had been doing for the ten minutes since Harry had gotten here.

“Potter.”

“Malfoy.”

Neither of the two boys seemed to know what to say next, and of course neither wanted to admit it either. They most likely would have stood their indefinitely, if Draco’s Veriae side hadn’t been close to crowing gleefully about the wonderfulness of the whole thing.

“I guess you should come in, unless you want to kiss me in the hall,” Draco remarked, moving away from the doorway so that the other boy could walk through.

Draco’s room was very green, Harry noticed. Slytherin to the core, except Draco seemed to be under the impression that the Slytherin colors were green, silver, and black. The room really did look much like Harry would have expected the Slytherin dorm rooms to look like, having seen their Common Room.

“Sometime today, pack all your stuff so a house elf can bring it down,” Draco muttered, trying to just get this over with. Then again…and Draco began to think, and do what Slytherins do best: plot cunning schemes. Sometimes Draco was so cunning he amazed even himself. Yes, he would enjoy this. Very much so.

“I hope my bed isn’t so Slytherin,” Harry muttered back, trying to find a way to be semi-polite as there really wasn’t much of a choice in the matter and he knew it.

Draco nodded. “I can make the sheets black if you want.” That hadn’t been what Harry had meant, and they both knew it, but Draco had decided to just flow with the situation and enjoy freaking the living daylights out of Harry as he did so. Yes, it was decidedly fun to be a Slytherin. “So shall we do this or do you want to stand around all day?” Draco asked, watching for Harry’s reaction. It wasn’t what he had anticipated.

“Whatever. You’re the one who needs to complete the bond, not me.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Too true. So if you don’t mind…” Draco closed the space between them before Harry’s mind had the time to register that, one, Draco had agreed with Harry, and two, Draco was actually going to do this. A forceful hand grabbed Harry’s chin with and brought it up to meet his own, but the actual kiss was tender. Lips gliding over lips, silk on satin, breath mingling together for only a moment or two, and then Draco pulled away. The look on Harry’s face, or more importantly, in Harry’s eyes was worth it. The confusion. Had Draco had any doubts about how good he actually was at this, he wouldn’t have any now. When he’d roughly begun the kiss, Harry could have taken it. Two enemies that hated each other would not be expected to kiss in a gentle nature, but Draco had turned the tables and now the little Gryffindor didn’t know exactly what to make of it. Perfect.

“By the way, the password’s Gloria Draconis. You have to say it before she’ll even look at you.” And by “she” Draco meant the Medusa. She didn’t like anyone who did like snakes, and therefore all of Draco’s passwords had been rigged accordingly.

“‘Glory to the Serpent’? How original,” Harry scoffed, momentarily forgetting that the first ever password to the Gryffindor Common Room had been Caput Draconis, or ‘Head of the Serpent’.

Draco waved it off; Harry would understand the attitude of Medusa soon enough. “Bring back my Potions homework when you come,” he replied and watched Harry mentally groan in remembrance that the one class he had this afternoon was Potions. “It should be starting in five minutes, correct?” The question was soft, and yet snide at the same time.

“Whatever, Malfoy.” And Harry forcefully strode from the room, leaving Draco half- grinning, half-smirking in his wake. Yes, being a Slytherin was so much fun.

Harry was decidedly happy when he finished Potions that afternoon and had time to think without worrying that Snape would deduct house points for thinking in class (which by now, Harry wouldn’t put past him). And he finally let the thoughts which he’d been pushing back come to the surface as he found a comfortable nook in a somewhat deserted section of the library.