AN: Woot woot! Valentine's Day fic! Its dialogue only and it contains the tiniest amount of slash humanly possible for me. Flames will be used to cook Jiffy Pop. And there probably will not be a sequel or anything. It wasn't easy, writing this. And my chapter fic, A Normal Day At Hogwarts, I'm continuing, I just can't get the energy to write. Meh. Wow, this was long. Skip over if you like. Enjoy, and leave a review! Cyber conversation hearts to those who read and review!

Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,

Alex

PS This is after Voldie Poo is dead. So like the 8th year.

Potter.

Malfoy. What do you want?

Well, well, well. Being the Savior of the Wizarding World did not seem to teach you basic niceties.

Ok. I'll try again. Draco, is there anything you need of me at this instant? Because I am rather busy, you know. Being savior and all.

Oh, but of course. I'm surprised there isn't a gaggle of prepubescent girls giggling somewhere here.

They probably are here, just hidden. The library is rather big, you know.

Yes, well, I was just going to uhhh…extend my hand. In friendship.

In friendship?

That's what I said, isn't it. And I'm not up to anything. I never supported Voldemort. Ever. Why would I mar my beautiful skin with such a hideous mark? And the attire? Atrocious!

*snort*. You are such a Slytherin, you know that?

How?

You are very self-preserving. And a pureblood. And cunning. And you use your resources very well.

How would you know Slytherin traits?

Well…err…I was supposed to be Slytherin. Well I could have been. I was given a choice. And I chose Gryffindor.

Why would you do that? Slytherin is very close knit. And we have much better colors. Not the horrid red and gold. Much too bright. But green and silver? Perfect. It would look nice on you too. Not that I imagine you in Slytherin clothes. Because I don't. Ugh. *facepalm*

Malfoy. Relax, please. No need for heart failure. Why choose Gryffindor? Because that was the only house I knew about. Slytherin was where Voldemort was from; Gryffindor was where Ron, my best friend, was going. What would you choose? Sometimes, though, I regret my decision. Slytherin seems ok that you are gay.

Ho-how did you know about that?

Everyone knows. Gryffindor, however, is not as accepting that I am gay. Ginny needs Calming Draught all the time, and Ron and I barely speak. He's sure I'm into him. I am not. Not redheads. I prefer blondes. One blonde in particular, actually.

And who, pray tell, is this mysterious blonde?

Don't be dense. It's you.

Oh really?

Yes, really.

How long?

Since first year.

I, as well.

Now what.

What do you think?

This.

Potter…Harry…wh-what are y-you d-d-doing? Oh, oh, ok!

*snogging*

*breath for air*

*more snogging*

Let's go somewhere more…secluded.

Right behind you, Potter.

~FIN~

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