Harry nodded and turned. He knew Draco was his arch enemy, but when he saw what he did in the infirmary because of the mark on his arm, he felt like he wasn't such a bad guy. Harry quickly dashed down the hall. he wanted to see if he could go ride Buckbeat or at least his broom.

"Harry! Wiat up!" Ron ran after him, followed by hermione.

"I saw you talking with Potter," Draco said dully, as soon as they had left. Blaise merely looked at him.

"Really? You'll see he's quite concerned for you."

"I don't need his concern. He can go stick it up his-"

"He's really not a bad guy, Draco."

Now it was Draco who stared back. "We couldn't ever be friends. Opposite sides of the war, remember?"

"I'm just saying," Blaise shrugged.

"I've got a headache coming on," Draco said abruptly. He left Blaise standing there. "Tell Snape I'm in the Hospital Wing." Blaise nodded.

Just before he was out of hearing distance, he heard Blaise say softly, "There are such things as secret friendships." 

Madam Pomfrey clucked her tongue. “I don’t think you have a headache, Mr Malfoy. It’s not good to skip out on class.”

“No, I really do have a headache!” Draco insisted, and he put on a good show of moaning in pain.

The matron frowned disapprovingly, but offered him a bed just the same. “Alright then. Only one class. You look frighteningly unhealthy.”

Draco ignored the slight on his appearance and gave her a charming smile. “Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.”

She frowned again, but turned and waddled to her office. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you!”

Draco climbed into a bed and stared out a window. He wondered how he was going to wile the time away.

“Why do you care Potter?” Draco asked. He tried to spit it out, to make it sound venomous, but he really didn’t feel like it.

 “Nothing to concern you, Potter,” Draco said dully, and he turned over so that his back was facing Harry. “If you have any good sense, you’ll leave me alone now.”

((Night. <3))

Blaise? Blaise was talking to Harry about this as well? That prick.

Draco sniffed. “Good bye, Potter.” He would be having a word with his dark-haired friend. 

“Wait, Potter!” Draco called. He wondered if the other boy had already flown too far to hear him.

Draco smirked. Was that a threat from Potter? From the holy saint? He’d definitely like to see him try.

Suddenly, the doors flew open, and Blaise strode in. Unknown to Draco, he had heard the last bits of the conversation, from when Draco had called Harry back.

“You look unusually chipper for someone who has a headache,” he grinned.

“Yeah, well, you’re bringing it back with that disgustingly happy attitude of yours,” Draco muttered, although a trace of his smirk was still left.

“I heard you talking to Potter,” Blaise continued. “Could it be that you guys are deciding to become friends?”

“Yeah,” Draco said sarcastically, “if it means wishing the ‘friend’ would jump in the lake and discover the insides of the Giant Squid’s stomach. Or maybe taking an Avada to the head.” He narrowed his eyes at the dark boy. “Potter mentioned something while he was here. You’ve been talking about me behind my back,” he said accusingly.

“No I haven’t,” Blaise disagreed, waving his hands in denial. He considered. “Ok, maybe I have. But I’m only trying to get you guys to be friends. It’s getting tiring being nice to both of you when you’re both spitting insults about each other.”

“I have a solution for that,” Draco said, smiling sarcastically. “Break your friendship. Simple as that.”

“What a wonderful solution,” Blaise said dryly. “Thanks, but no thanks.” He fumbled in his bag. “How’d we get on this subject anyway? I have to give you your Potions homework.”

“Wonderful. And I suppose you have Potter’s homework, too?”

“Nah, Granger got it for him.”