Harry was short for Hercules. His mother had liked exotic names. Draco began calling him Heri.
Harry talked to his father the next week, asking him were his loyalties lay.
"For the bad." His father muttered.
"Excellent." Harry said, then flashed off.
Draco didn't understand the encounter at first. But that didn't matter.
"Draco. I have found the entrance to the chamber of secrets." Harry told him.
"Mordred's sword! I cannot believe it! Well done Heri!" Draco muttered.
"Lets go down there on Saturday. Me and you, Dray." Harry looked at Draco and kissed him. Love was a strange thing.
