"Take two scoops of general ingredients." Draco instructed Harry, reading from his Potion's book.
Harry put the two helpings in.
"Now we wait thirty minutes."
Draco laid the book down on the table and turned to Harry.
"What?" Harry asked too defensively.
"God, Potter, I was just going to try to make conversation since we're stuck doing this bloody project together."
"I'm sorry, Malfoy." He apologized. "It's just Hermione's been harping on me about the first task and it's making me short tempered."
Draco watched Harry run his hands through his hair.
"How is it coming along?" He asked innocently.
"Dreadful since I don't even want to be in this stupid tournament. And I have to beat a dragon." Harry gasped. "You didn't hear that."
Draco zipped his lips. "So, you really don't want to be in the trounament?"
"Merlin, no! Even if I could have legally put my name in the cup to my own accord; I wouldn't have. I already get too much attention as it is. The Daily Prophet is having a field day with this. And Dumbledore's trying to figure out who put my name in the cup. It's all very stressful."
"So, you didn't put your name in the cup?" Draco asked in disbelief.
Harry shook his head.
"If I could've put my name in the cup; I would have." Draco confessed.
"Why?"
"So my family, and people in general, won't think I'm so pathetic."
"You're not pathetic, Malfoy. You just try too hard to be some one you're not."
Draco looked at Harry, floored by the comment.
"If you would just be yourself instead of who you think people want you to be; you'd be a lot happier and probably not hated as much."
Draco's eyes widened. That did make perfect sense. Harry smiled brightly at Draco. Draco returned the smile. Not his usual cold smirk, but a full fledged smile.