Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality

'Sure,' said Harry.

'Why did you buy Granger an expensive pouch?'

'To show no hard feelings,' said Harry at once. 'Though I expect she'll also feel awkward if she refuses any small requests I make over the next couple of months.'

And that was when Draco realized that Harry actually was trying to be his friend.

Harry's move against Granger had been smart, maybe even brilliant. Make your enemy not suspect you, and put them into your debt in a friendly way so that you could maneuver them into position just by asking them. Draco couldn't have gotten away with that, his target would have been too suspicious, but the Boy-Who-Lived could. So the first step of Harry's plot was to give his enemy an expensive present, Draco wouldn't have thought of that, but it could work...

If you were Harry's enemy, his plots might be hard to see through at first, they might even be stupid, but his reasoning would make sense once you understood it, you would comprehend that he was trying to hurt you.

The way Harry was acting toward Draco right now did not make sense.

Because if you were Harry's friend, then he tried to be friends with you in the alien, incomprehensible way he'd been raised by Muggles to do, even if it meant destroying your entire life.

The silence stretched.

'I know that I've abused our friendship terribly,' Harry said finally. 'But please realize, Draco, that in the end, I just wanted the two of us to find the truth together. Is that something you can forgive?'

A fork with two paths, but with only one path easy to go back on later if Draco changed his mind...

'I guess I understand what you were trying to do,' Draco lied, 'so yes.'

Harry's eyes lit up. 'I'm glad to hear that, Draco,' he said softly.

The two students stood in that alcove, Harry still dipped in the lone sunbeam, Draco in shadow.

And Draco realized with a note of horror and despair, that although it was a terrifying fate indeed to be Harry's friend, Harry now had so many different avenues for threatening Draco that being his enemy would be even worse.

Probably.

Maybe.

Well, he could always switch to being enemies later...

He was doomed.

'So,' Draco said. 'Now what?'

'We study again next Saturday?'

'It better not go like the last one -'

'Don't worry, it won't,' said Harry. 'A few more Saturdays like that and you'd be ahead of me.'

Harry laughed. Draco didn't.

'Oh, and before you go,' Harry said, and grinned sheepishly. 'I know this is a bad time, but I wanted to ask you for advice about something, actually.'

'Okay,' Draco said, still a bit distracted by that last statement.

Harry's eyes grew intent. 'Buying that pouch for Granger used up most of the gold I managed to steal from my Gringotts vault -'

What.

'- and McGonagall has the vault key, or Dumbledore does now, maybe. And I was just about to launch a plot that might take some money, so I was wondering if you know how I can get access -'

'I'll loan you the money,' said Draco's mouth in sheer existential reflex.

Harry looked taken aback, but in a pleased way. 'Draco, you don't have to -'

'How much?'

Harry named the amount and Draco couldn't quite keep the shock from showing on his face. That was almost all the spending money Father had given Draco to last out the whole year, Draco would be left with just a few Galleons -

Then Draco mentally kicked himself. All he had to do was write Father and explain that the money was gone because he had managed to loan it to Harry Potter, and Father would send him a special congratulatory note written in golden ink, a giant Chocolate Frog that would take two weeks to eat, and ten times as many Galleons just in case Harry Potter needed another loan.

'It's way too much, isn't it,' said Harry. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked -'

'Excuse me, I am a Malfoy, you know,' said Draco. 'I was just surprised you wanted that much.'

'Don't worry,' Harry Potter said cheerfully. 'It's nothing that threatens your family's interests, just me being evil.'