WARNING: So what if it's slightly OOC? I wanna be a psych major when I graduate and I like delving into the mysteries of the human emotions. I simply cannot believe that someone is an ass and a bully for no reason. So I made up some reasons. And the result is Chapter 9 and the entirity of Chatroom Anonymity. Oops, this was supposed to be my warning section. Hehe. More warnings: detective Harry, illusive Silver Ink, semi-bastard Draco, suspicious Ron and Herm. Anything else?

Disclaimer: ::dramatic sigh:: Why can't Draco belong to me? Oh yeah, because a much more creative person invented him first. So I'll just have to make up my own silver haired wonder. ::sigh:: Trevi. . . Umm, I digress. Nothing in the Harry Potter books belongs to me, so nothing in these stories belongs to me.

Oooh, before I begin: I stand corrected. I *will* throw it back in your face if you correct me on something as petty as my spelling of a *foreign* word. For the two people that told me Yui is spelled "Yuy" (You know who you are!!) Yuy is the americanized spelling of it. In Japanese pronunciation it IS Yui. Y-U-I. The 'I' is pronounced like "Eee" Like the chick from Fushigi Yuugi. I didn't take a year of college level Japanese studying the 5 basic vowel proununciations for shit, no da. 'Y' is not a Japanese vowel! [Sorry folks, small angry rant :)]

Now, officially on to the story:

     Potions. The one class he absolutly couldn't stand. How could he with Professor Snape breathing down his neck and Draco Malfoy, well, last year, Malfoy had sat behind Harry and chucked things at his head all year. But this year, oh ghodz. . .Snape was satan. That was simple enough to figure out. But he must have spent the summer coming up with new ways to torment Harry and the other Gryffindors. This took the cake. Snape called it, "Getting to know you're fellow student."
     "I already know my fellow student," Ron muttered. Snape glared and he shut up.
     This was it. You-know-who had killed them all and sent them to hell. Snape had . . . a seating chart.
     Weasley and Parkinson. Granger and Crabbe. Longbottom and Goyle. Thomas and Zimbini. Potter and Malfoy. Damn Snape to Hades and back!! Poor Neville. Now how was he supposed to pass potions?? And for Harry and Draco, they were beside themselves with what to do. How would they survive the rest of the year, working together?
     Draco glared at Harry as Snape indicated that they were to sit at the table 2nd from back. Ron and Pansy were behind them. "I hate this a much as you do, Potter," he growled
     Harry scowled back. This was shaping up to be his worst year ever. But deep down, his heart sang, No it's not! You KNOW you're gonna just love this!! Traitor heart! He didn't even dignify Draco with an answer.
     "Your first potion of the year will be to reasearch and create a Filenius Potion. I want 2 feet of scroll on what the potion is and how to create it and then next monday we will create the potion. You will work with your new partners." Snape was on a roll today, as groans filled the air from the Gryffindors.
     "How could be be giving us that kind of assignment on the first day?" Ron hissed from behind Harry.
     "He's Snape, that's how." Harry whispered back, then turned around as the potions master looked in his general direction. The rest of the class time was rather uneventful, as Snape went on and on about famous Alchemists of the 20th century.
     When the class was over, Harry Ron and Hermione were amoung the first to leave. The Gryffindors complained loudly of the changes in the class and Harry caught a few sympathetic comments tossed his way about having to work with Malfoy. Speaking of the devil, Harry was whirled around once the Hallway thinned out, and came face to face with the sneering silver haired boy. Draco's long fingers were wrapped around Harry's upper arm and he had pushed the green eyed boy up against the wall.
     "Look, Potter, I know we've got a mutual hatred going on, but until Snape gets hit over the head and returns to normal, we've got to work together." He said.
     Harry glared. He seemed to be doing that alot lately. "On what? Hitting Snape over the head or the assignment?" He replied.
     To his surprise, Draco chuckled slightly and let go of his arm. "I was aiming for the assignment, but hitting Snape over the head with something has it's merits right about now. But just how would we go about doing that?"
     Harry rubbed his arm. "I dunno. Find out what this Filenius Potion is and utilize it."
     Draco looked thoughtfully at a spot on the ceiling. "That's a good idea, but wouldn't that include actually doing the assignment? I thought the point of hitting Snape over the head was to get out of it?"
     At that moment, it just sorta dawned on Harry that he was having a casual conversation with Draco Malfoy, his supposed enemy. "If you want out of it so bad, I'm sure you can tell your precious Daddy," he jeered.
     The changed that came over Draco was instantanious. His face tightened in anger and his eyes grew cold. He shoved Harry against the wall, hard. Harry knew there would be bruises on his arms where Draco had a grip of them. He got right up in Harry's face. "What do you know?" the aristocratic boy hissed. Then he let go, turned around and stalked off.
     Harry bent down and picked up his books from where he dropped them the first time, slightly shaken from the entire conversation. Suddenly he realized he was late for Divination, his second most hated class. "Damn you Draco," he mutter, running down the halls. "And damn me, too." [1]

     Later that night, Harry lay on his stomach on his bed, doing his Divination homework. He only had three classes on Mondays and Wednesdays: Potions and Divination before lunch and Transfiguration after lunch. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he had Herbology and History of Magic before lunch and Care of Magical Creatures after lunch. On Fridays and Sundays, he had Understanding Muggle Traditions before lunch, Defense Against the Dark Arts after lunch and Astrology in the evenings. Saturdays he had off. The work load was perfect. Not too much for him to be overloaded, and not too little for him to brood. The card in front of Harry glowed slightly as Silver writing appeared and Harry dropped his quill to read it.
     You didn't look to happy at lunch today. Anything to do with what happened in Potions with the Slytherins (Which EVERYONE is talking about) or the scene with Malfoy in the hall?
     How'd you know about the hall?
     I just do. Which one is it? I don't know what you two talked about if that's what's got your knickers in a twist.
     Both. Arrggh! I can't believe Snape did that to us! And making us do a project together!
     Is that so bad?
     Huh?
     Working with Malfoy? I've known himfor a while now, and he's not that bad.
     Has someone slipped you a forgetfulness potion or something? Malfoy and I are E-N-E-M-I-E-S!
     So? So'd you have to work with him a couple of times this year.
     Every assignment, Snape said!!
     Well, you seemed to be talking to him normally today.
     Who, Snape? Or Malfoy?
     Malfoy, moron.
     How would you know. You said you didn't hear what we said.
     I could tell by watching you.
     Oh. Well, yeah, we had a sane conversation today.
     So what did you say to him?
     *Me*? What makes you think I said something wrong?
     Well, considering Malfoy was the one who pushed you for one thing.
     I said something about him owling his dad to get Snape to change the classes.
     What the hell did you say something stupid like that for?
     Huh?
     It's no secret that Lucius Malfoy is a deatheater, and that deatheaters aren't notoriously kind and generous. Malfoy is on a Hate/Hate relationship with his dad especially now that. . .
     Now that what?
     Nothing. Forget about it.
     Harry watched the card for a little bit longer, but no more writing appeared. He wondered what he had said to make "Silver Ink", as he had privately begun calling the person, so angry.

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End notes: And now, (Don't think I've forgotten you guys) Many many many many thanks to ArtisticGrape, Damien Leokas Cardoza, and ShadowMaxwellYuy, who threatened to beat me over the head if I didn't get this out today! J/K! (Well, Shadow did) They responded to my "Ad" in the last chapter! Doomo Arigato Gozaimasu! (Bet you wished YOU responded, Don't you?) And special thanks to Shadow for Harry's new class!

[1]- For those of you David Bowie fans, Hoggle the troll says this in the Labyrinth. "Damn you Jareth. And damn me too." OOH! I love that movie!!