Disclaimer: I don't own the canon stuff. Otherwise, why would I write fanfiction? If I owned the stuff wouldn't it just become canon? I do own the Alaries, however. So basically if they're not canon, they're mine.

Also this is a collab with StupidOneShots (based on a roleplay). So yeah, go check them out because I just went with the flow :)

(Oh p.s. Orca is writing Olly's POV, Semo's writing Draco's.)

Enjoy!

Olly's POV:

Olliverro "Olly" Alarie was enjoying a beautiful day in the Hogwarts grounds. Well, as much as a muggleborn Slytherin could without being disturbed, anyways.

He didn't mind the solitude that he'd been granted since his first year due to his blood status, though In 6 years, he'd made more than enough friends (most of whom were girls in his year - the girls seemed to be much more tolerant of him then the boys did). And anyways, he'd be leaving for the Muggle world to help with his family's booming restaurant business back in France once he was done here.

He'd settled under a tree near the lake, and was reading his N.E.W.T-level History of Magic text (he and Hermione Granger were the only ones in the class, which was rather awkward) when he heard someone approaching. Expecting to see one of his few friends or someone looking for their friend (or significant other), he instead looked up just in time to see one Draco Malfoy practically trip right over his legs, which were spread out on the ground in a relaxed manner.

"...Are you looking for someone or something?" Olly asked, more out of annoyance at being kicked and tripped on than he was asking for an actual answer.

"You tried to trip me and now you're acting dumb!? Who in the world are you anyways?!" Draco sneered.

Olly sighed "Actually, I think you're the one that tripped over me. I haven't moved my foot in 10 minutes. Either way, I'm surprised you don't even recognize me. I'm in your House and I've been in the same dormitory as you for the past several years." Seriously, Olly thought, how dumb can this bloke get?

"Well, you're not important enough for me to waste my time remembering you. I would take points but you're in my House." The prefect said in as snobbish a voice as he could.

Olly simply raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

He was starting to enjoy ticking off this guy. He usually didn't get the chance to annoy people-mostly because here they could do magic and he didn't want to end up with flaming blue hair or something.

"Are you a pureblood?" Draco asked.

"My father is a Muggle businessman and part-time chef back in America, my stepmother is a witch, my mother was most likely a Squib, and who knows if I've got any other magical relatives." Olly thought for a moment. "Muggleborn or halfblood? Who knows, doesn't matter to me."

Draco snorted. "A chef, you say? My Father works in the Ministry. And you are not even sure of your blood, yet you dare disrespect me! You are nothing, a nobody, and I am a Malfoy."

Olly rolled his eyes. "So? A lot of people work for the ministry. And anyways, once I'm done here I can go off and inherit an entire business. I'll be impressed when you inherit the Ministry."

He smirked a bit as Draco bristled with anger. "My Father doesn't just work for the Ministry, he is the head of the governors and very close to the Minister himself! And you think my family, considering how big and important it is, doesn't have businesses? We have not one, but three businesses! Don't act like you're so special."

"Big deal. You might be a big name in the wizarding world but I have connections in the muggle world-the world that you'll have to deal with once you leave the comfort of your protected little bubble. Get real, Malfoy, you won't be able to live completely out of the earshot of muggles all your life. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to finish my homework...in complete silence, thank you very much." Olly said, grabbing his bag and standing up. Then suddenly, before he could blink, his housemate had taken out his wand and pointed it at him.

"Expelliarmus!" The textbook went flying into the Great Lake.

"Hey, that's my History of Magic textbook, you get it back!" Olly shouted as he watched his book sink.

"So? Go get it yourself if you want it that badly." Malfoy smirked.

"It's waterlogged. No point in doing that. You're lucky Binns isn't the kind to notice things easily."

Nicote turned to leave, but Draco grabbed him. He leaned closer to Nicote slightly and snarled out,

"You are going to pay for what you said, you'll see! Just so you know, you made an enemy of a Malfoy, and just your luck that I am in the same common room as you." The blond let go and strutted off.

"Quel idiot. (What an idiot)" Olly muttered, watching him storm off in the most elegant way possible when you're steaming mad. He did, however, smirk a little himself when he saw the Golden Trio's confused looks as Draco Malfoy ignored them and simply brushed past.

Draco's POV:

A few weeks later, Draco was sitting in Potions class, in his own world of concentration as he cut up ingredients. Of course, he would occasionally throw an insult or two at Weasley, but other than that he was focusing completely on his potion.

"You're turning purple. Don't forget to breathe," said an annoying smirking voice from beside him. He was trying to pretend he didn't exist throughout the lesson, but the professor HAD to pair them up. "Professor said concentrate, not constipate." His tone was obviously mocking, and Draco gritted his teeth.

Draco looked up with a glare. "How about you mind your own business and focus on how your potion is turning into the wrong color. Why are YOU paired up with me anyway?"

"I'm not the one that ditched your so called "friends"," Olliverro shot back, dropping in the next ingredient he needed after a quick glance at the board. "And anyways if you pass out you're gonna do so into my cauldron."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Great comebacks you have there. Nice to see that you care, but I'm not going to pass out." He quickly looked down at his book when he saw Professor Snape looking in their direction. Of course, he did not comment.

He put an ingredient inside the potions and watched as it slowly changed to the color it should change to. Then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something fly right in his cauldron. He turned and looked at a smug faced Potter, then turned back to face his cauldron. He gasped as it started boiling and spitting.

"P-Professor!" He called fearfully. He heard Olly mutter next to him, "Comment cela a-t-il pu entrer là-dedans?!(How did it get in there?!)" as the French boy leaned over and started dropping in something that seemed to help calm the potion down.

"I don't know!" Draco snapped at him, frantically helping. Professor Snape cast a spell to cool it down and was barking at the students, demanding to know who did it. Draco looked sideways at Olly. "I think- no I know it's Potter."

"Highly doubt it. Most people don't exactly carry these things around with them." Olly poked the...thing...on the table. "I wouldn't exactly rule it out either. Though it could also be anyone in here."

Draco clenched his fists. Who and WHY would someone want to ruin his potion?!

He turned to Olly and cleared his throat. "Thank you for your help," he said.

Olly glanced up from his little examination of the thing and blinked. "Wow. Never thought I'd see the day Draco Malfoy, the great and mighty Slytherin, acknowledge help given." He smirked, though not meanly.

Draco humphed and looked away, nose in the air. "Don't get used to it. Why DID you help me anyway? You could have ran away and let it explode in my face," Draco said, gesturing to the cauldron.

"I don't know, why not? Just because I ended up in Slytherin doesn't mean I don't have a heart and a brain. If that exploded, there'd be a lot more headache than if I just tried to run off. Not as if I could run anyways..." he muttered the last part.

Draco looked at him in confusion. "Why can't you run? If it exploded, I would've gone to the hospital wing and you would have continued your life," he said in a matter of fact voice.

"Wow, you didn't notice the limp? Amazing. But if you're wondering, let's just say that I may or may not have fallen out of a tree, crashed through the docks of a lake, and completely busted my leg." Olly said, like it was no big deal.

"Oh," Draco looked down thoughtfully. "Now that I think about it...well I'm...sorry? I guess," he gestured awkwardly with his hand, "for your leg."

"No big deal. It was partly my fault, partly my cousin and his best friends' fault." Olly shrugged. "Could be worse. At least we were able to make it to St. Mungo's. The muggle doctor wanted to chop off everything."

Draco barely stopped a gasp. He did not want it to seem like he cared too much. Which he didn't! "Muggles are stupid," was all he said.

"Some are, some ain't. " Olly shrugged. He frowned at the thing on the table. "Question is...why would someone put this thing in your potion? Besides Potter, who I'm pretty sure doesn't know the difference between a Strengthening Potion and a Shrinking Solution, who would actually pull this kind of stunt?"

Draco surveyed the class with narrowed eyes. No one looked guilty. No one fidgeting or looking uncomfortable. His eyes stopped on Crabbe, who avoided his gaze and fumbled with something.

"It can't be...a Slytherin, can it?" He wondered aloud.

"Don't rule anything out. Slytherins have ambition. Hufflepuffs have loyalty. Gryffindors are just a bunch of risk-takers. And Ravenclaws are smart. Anyone could've done it. Anyone got grudges for you?"

Draco huffed indignantly. "No one has grudges against me."

"Potter and his friends, for one, hate you. Everyone has people who hate them. I know Chang in Ravenclaw seems to hate me. Muggleborn girl in Hufflepuff has a grudge on me because I wouldn't go out with her when she went on vacation in Paris. People probably also don't like that you're THE person in Slytherin like how Potter is Gryffindor's pride and joy. You're the Potter of Slytherin. Everyone gives you respect in some way or another but in their heads? Not always the same."

Draco held back a snort. "The Potter of Slytherin? That's new." He obviously knew that some people did not like him but he did not really care. When class was dismissed, Draco found himself walking next to Olly, and heading to the Slytherin common room.

Draco looked at him and frowned. "Are we...," He grimaced, "on the same side now or something?" he asked, unable to form the word 'friends'.

Olly shrugged. "Two against three is much better than one against three. And...I get the feeling Crabbe and Goyle are not going to be of much help either way, besides maybe intimidation." He adjusted his bookbag.

"Even that, they make it look dumb. I have no idea how they are still alive until now, honestly." Draco walked the rest of the way with Olly to the Slytherin rooms.

And they were chatting quite friendly in fact. Or, as friendly as Draco Malfoy could get.

Then again, Olliverro talking voluntarily was surprising to many, which meant a lot of students were staring by the time the duo reached the Slytherin Common Room.

"Pretty sure it's Granger and her brains keeping the other two alive." Olly chuckled. Glancing around, he scowled at a group of gawking students. "Don't see why everyone has to stare though. I swear I combed my hair today."

Draco raised an eyebrow doubtingly as he looked at Olly's obviously uncombed hair. It could rival Potter's in its messiness. "I am sure they got used to your hair long ago, and I'm also sure this is not what they are staring at." He glared at a couple of people who quickly looked away.

Olly rolled his eyes. "Sarcasm, Blondie, Sarcasm. Pure-blood," he said the password for the Slytherin common room to the wall, before going through with Draco.

"Don't EVER call me Blondie again," Draco growled out threateningly.

Olly rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Dragonne," he said, using the French version of Draco's name-or rather, the French word for Dragon.

Draco bristled silently. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of a bad enough nickname as a comeback. He sat on a couch and got out his homework instead.

He saw Olly smirk triumphantly as he started on his potions essay.

And thus was the start of an...interesting friendship….