A\N things get a bit tense here...there is a little swearing.

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Wednesday evening came closer than Harry wanted, and soon he found himself standing in the dark and dingy Potions classroom in front of a scowling Professor Snape who was pacing back and forth.
"The Dark Lord's mind and yours are connected, He is not aware of this yet and I pray he remains ignorant. In the past it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, torturing them with nightmares and visions until he had every memory. Only then, when he had them literally begging for death would he kill them. You Mr. Potter are at risk of weakness, every memory he can invade makes him stronger."
"So he could read my mind?" Harry asked as a chill went down his spine, this was more serious than he had imagined.
"Yes Potter. He could read it, control it, unhinge it. In these lessons I will teach you Legitimacy, if used correctly can shield ones mind from invasion and influence of Legilimens, I will attempt to penetrate your mind. Prepare yourself. Legitimas!"
Harry barely had time to prepare himself, let alone know how to prepare himself when he felt his mind being invaded.
Flash! Hugging Hermionie. Flash! Cedric dying. Flash! Talking to Hagrid. Flash! Playing Quidditch. Flash! Kissing...and then it was over, Harry fell to his knees, scraping them on the sharp rocked floor.
"Concentrate Potter, focus. You need to clear you mind. Up"
Harry got up, Snape had nearly seen, that would have been embarrassing and would have possibly killed his dignity. He discovered that the feeling of someone flipping through memories like a scrap book was one of the worst feelings Harry had ever felt, he felt raw and exposed. "Focus. Legitimas!"
Flash! Fighting Malfoy. Flash! Hugging Sirius. Flash! Part of a nightmare. Flash! Talking to Malfoy. Flash! Kissing...No. Harry didn't want him to see that, he tried pushing back with his mind but the walls in his mind broke easily, too easily. Then he had fallen to the ground again, his scar was prickling, his head aching and his knees probably bleeding but at least Snape didn't see.
"Is this what you call control, Potter? Legitimas!"
And it went on like that for hours, Harry falling to the ground every time he tried to block memories.
"Your emotions are clouding your judgement, Control yourself! Legitimas!"
By the end of the evening Harry was exhausted and shaking, Snape saw no use in continuing and told him to clear his mind, saying he would check on the next lesson. He trugged out of the potions room and dragged himself to the Slytherin Dorms.

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"Harry!" Called Hermionie from across the hall, rushing over to the Slytherin Table and pulling him up excitedly, whispering something that made Harry grin and then walk out of the great hall. Draco watched all of this with a scowl, what on earth were they up to?

"It's the room of requirement, it only appears at times of great need, even Hogwarts wants to help us" Hermionie explained excitedly as Harry examined the mirror like walls and tiled floor.
"It's brilliant Hermionie, but how are we going to contact everyone? We'd be noticed if we always passed notes"
"That's why" she started, digging in her robes for something and dishing out some coins "I made these"
Harry took one, it looked like a normal galleon at first glance but it was different. "It has the time and date of meeting on this part and you can change it by doing this" Harry looked up and grinned enthusiastically. There really wasn't a thing their Hermionie couldn't do.

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Ecstatic about the development of the club - they didn't have a name yet - Harry strolled to Divination only to find himself pulled by his tie into yet another broom closet. Prize if you guess pulled him in to it.
"What's going on Potter? You're acting suspicious grinning to Granger like that and running off" Bingo, It was Malfoy.
Harry sighed. "Why do you care?"
"Why do I? Potter, you are shifting about like you're doing something under Umbridges nose, coming back late, gallivanting with your little friends at random hours of the day! You're up to something"
Harry blinked, did Malfoy usually pay this much attention to him? This was getting weird.
"Tell me what you're doing" Malfoy growled, grasping Harry's robe in an aggressive and threatening manner.
"Nothing, honestly Malfoy are you always such a diva?" Harry sniped at Malfoy pushing him away only to get slammed back into the wall.
"Tell me" Malfoy snarled, pinning Harry to the wall by holding his arms tight maybe too tight but damm it he wanted answers.
"No" Harry spat, struggling against Malfoy.
"If you don't tell me I'll tell Umbridge" That made Harry's blood boil.
"Umbridge is a control freak! Don't you see what she's doing to Hogwarts? Rule by rule she's locking us in! We're going to be completely and utterly useless when Voldemort attacks because 'there's no one out there' and I'm apparently going around telling bloody lies! We should be getting rid of Umbridge! If you even cared for a second Malfoy you would care that everyone wants rid of her, the only hope We're going to get is from ourselves! I'm TRYING TO MAKE SURE NO ONE DIES BECAUSE I CAN'T BEAR ANYONE ELSE DYING!" Harry shouted, his fists now clenched tightly, Malfoy had backed away but looked angry.
"Well I'm sorry Mr I Have Had Such An Unfortunate Life but just because your a golden boy doesn't mean you can go around breaking rules!"
"Don't call me that" Harry growled, now furious. "You really think these rules are good for us huh? You think girls and boys must stay 8 inches apart at all times is a rule we should live by? Well sorry to interrupt the insane rule but are you really convinced that rules like that benefit anyone in anyway whatsoever?"
Malfoy glared.
"The fuck does it matter Potter? The point is that the ministry are finally working to.."
"Working to destroy us! You do know what they're planning right? Get rid of Dumbledore, stop us from using magic! You want to live in a world where we could be attacked and not know how to defend ourselves?"
"You know what Potter? I'm going to join the inquisitor squad and I'm going to find out what the fuck you are up to and why you are trying to mess up what my father i"
"So this is what it's about then, your father? 'Wait til my Father hears about this' really? Is that what's making you insane? This is all for your bloody pride! Mr I'm A Pureblood. Mr. I'm Better Than All Of You Because I Have A 'pure' Bloodline. You're being a complete and utter prat because you don't want to let down your family"
"Well at least I have a family Potter" Malfoy snapped "From what I've heard all you have is filthy muggles"
That's what did it, Harry's vision turned red and suddenly there was punching, kicking, banging and cursing.
Then light flooded in and Harry was being dragged away from Malfoy's black eye and bruised face by the dreaded Snape.
Standing with a bust lip and a black eye Harry received his fate "You are hereby banned from quidditch Mr Potter you'll have a month of detentions with me"
Snape turned to Malfoy and then said "Mr. Malfoy you will have 2 weeks of detentions with me, and if either of you try anything like this again, then the consequences will be severe. You are dismissed"

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When Harry and Malfoy finally arrived in class after a quick trip to Madame Pomfery they were stared at and rightfully so, they were in a foul mood storming in and slamming their books down.
"What happened?" Ron had asked as soon as Harry had sat down.
"Malfoy. I got banned from quidditch"
Ron's face mimicked Harry's face of anguish from earlier and didn't dare say a word in case Harry lashed out.
The rest of the day seemed bleak but at least Harry had something to lift his mood. The club's first meeting.

"What about Dumbledore's Army?" Ginny suggested, everyone was trying to come up with a good name for their club, people all around nodded.
They were tired after the learning how to stun and were sitting in a circle. Hermionie scribbled the name on top of the list of names and stuck it to the board that had a picture of Cedric and the Order. Harry couldn't deny Ginny's brilliance, she really was the sister of the Fred and George with their brilliant inventions. Cho was there, and Harry could see her looking at him from in the corner of his eye, it made him a little flustered because she was so beautiful with her long silky hair and that just made Harry's whole sexuality thing get more confused so he ignored her, hoping the feelings would go away. Harry had just got up when someone nervously walked up to him.
"Umm, I'm sorry for not believing you Harry" Saemus said.
"Oh...it's fine don't worry about it. But, thank you" Harry said back, feeling a slight twinge better with one less person hating him.

The now Dumbledore's Army left the room of requirement cautiously, with a lookout outside but no one noticed Malfoy peering around the corner.

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When Harry walked into the Slytherin Common room he was stared at, then Blaise stormed up to him, leaving a seat were a sour Malfoy sat with his hands over his chest.
"Don't go near Draco again, just because your the little golden boy doesn't"
"Don't call me that" Harry interrupted, shoving roughly past Blaise and then calling out behind him shouted "and don't worry I'm not going to touch that bloody ferret of yours"
The common room turned silent for a minute before people in hushed voices began whispering about what happened.
Harry had piles of homework to do so he thought it was best to do that and get his mind of stupid Malfoy. So he lay on his side, using a book to lean on and started but as time went on the pile didn't decrease and it was started to affect his concentration, he accidentally wrote Malfoy on a Divination log and then proceeded to almost rip the parchment in half in anger before dropping his head into elbow in defeat for a second unaware of his eyes dropping also.
Then people started coming into the dorms, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Boot and then Malfoy all looking suitable foul tempered. Malfoy glared at where Potter lay awkwardly until he realised Potter was asleep. He had fallen asleep on his homework. Still angry at Potter he turned his back until Blaise spoke up.
"Is he asleep?" Balsie asked, looking curiously at the parchment that surrounded Potter.
Terry Boot walked over and then chuckled, "he has your name written on this, seems he's in as bad a mood as you Draco"
Intrigued, Malfoy peered onto a piece of parchment that looked like it had gone for a stroll in the forbidden forest on the full moon.
"Why is he sleeping, it's only ten"
Then potter moved his head to the side slightly and in the light you could see why Potter had fallen asleep at the 'early' time of ten, if the dark circles around his eyes were anything to go by. There was a silence and then Blaise spoke again.
"He looks exhausted"
That was true, and even though Draco was still violently seething, he couldn't help but feel like Potter was a poor lost puppy. Then Blaise started gathering up the scattered parchment and putting it on Potter's bedside table.
"Draco, can you get his glasses?"
"Why. What on earth are you doing?" Draco snapped.
"Well I doubt he would want to sleep with his glasses on at that awkward angle."
Draco glared and then stomped off to the bathroom, hearing Blaise sigh and pull up a duvet around Potters shoulders.

Draco now, thanks to Potter couldn't sleep, he tossed and he turned but his mind kept spinning. Then the sounds of heavy breathing announced themselves, along with rustling sheets. Potter. He sat up suddenly, then feeling very stupid for caring for the boy stilled, listening to the nightmare in the bed beside. He was just about to, despite his dignity, get up and help when there was gasping and a hiss of pain. Draco couldn't help but stand and see if Potter was okay, not like he cared of anything... He was still angry at him. He tugged back his curtains and then jumped in shock as he saw Potter sitting on the edge of his bed opposite him.
After a long silence he asked"Are you okay?"
A wave of confusion crossed over Potter's features before he replied with a question "Why are you awake?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes, typical Potter dodging questions.
"Can't sleep" Malfoy answered, yawning as if to prove a point.
"Oh... Me too" and with that the brief conversation seemed over, Potter had made a move to close over his curtains and then Malfoy spoke "wait."
Potter froze and then looked at Malfoy quizzically.
"I..um.." Dammit how was he going to say this...
"Yes?"
"Right..it's just, you can't sleep"
"Yes Malfoy I gathered as much"
"Right, of course... Well neither can I"
"I am aware, you just told me"
Not knowing how to phrase this right Draco just went for it.
"We could...I guess what I'm trying to say is...Maybe we could help each other?" The question hung in the air and a pink blush immedietly formed on Draco's cheeks.
"Oh....Like do you want me to sing you a song, I don't have a good"
"No. No, umm..I've read somewhere that contact helps? Actually never mind" The tiny steak of confidence had vanished and so had all of his dignity making him want to vanish right on the spot. He made a move to pull the curtains back until he was stopped.
"Wait"
Draco froze, not knowing what to expect.
"I guess you can, if it helps?"
Draco breathed out breath he didn't realise he was holding in. Then Potter stood up and walked over to him, Draco sub-consciencely scotched back and then realised what he was actually doing. Inviting Potter into his bed? What would his father think?
Potter scooted in after him, and then suddenly a wave of confidence engulfed Draco and he reached out and wrapped his arms around Potter's middle, making him squeak, pulling Potter's back flush against his chest. Potter obviously hadn't expected this, Draco had no idea what he had expected to be honest but it apparently wasn't this but after a few tense moments he relaxed a bit.
Draco hadn't realised just how warm a body could be and being warm just made him sleepy and then before he knew it he was fast asleep, arms holding Potter close into the best nights sleep he had had in a long time.

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"We lost Potter!"
"What do you mean you lost Potter?"
"He was in his bed last night and now he's gone"
The sound of voices woke Harry up, wait were they talking about him?
"We should check everywhere"
Oh no. That's when Harry realised the position he was in, cradled in Malfoy tight warm grip, legs tangled together like knots. He needed to get out of this quick. He tried separating his legs from Malfoy's only to find they were intertwined in such a way that required two awake and willing people to undo and with Malfoy currently breathing soft breaths down his neck- sleeping- there was no way this was going to work. He tried prying Malfoy's pale arms from his torso only to get trapped further into a warm embrace. There was nothing he could do. The footsteps got closer.
The voices got closer "you don't think he could be in there?"
"I don't know but Draco sure does give the impression he has a crush on Potter"
Oh no. Oh no. And as the light filtered in suddenly Harry did the only thing he could do, throw the duvet over his head unfortunately that wasn't enough. Then things went from bad to worse. Malfoy had woken up, he could tell because Malfoy had Nuzzled his nose into Harry's neck. Then he looked up and froze before frantically trying to separate from Harry which incidentally made them get into a far worse position. Because of their tangled legs Malfoy had fallen on top of Harry, with his elbows boxing around Harry's head leaving their faces too close for their liking, it wasn't however too close for the other boys in the dorm who whistled appreciatively saying something along the lines of "good catch Malfoy" and "I knew it". Malfoy collapsed on top of Harry and groaned, Harry could feel the heat of his cheeks on his chest and knew his face was just as twinged with embarrassment.