AN: This it the first piece of Fanfiction I've ever written, so I hope it's okay. Thanks for reading and if you like/hate it, leave me a review and let me know. ~LilMissNerdfighter
Harry looked up from his breakfast to see a small note addressed to him nestled in the fruit bowl, which had been folded into an envelope with a green seal, keeping it tightly shut. For once, everything was as it should be at Hogwarts. No secret chambers were being opened and there weren't any godfathers on the run- the only drama was that Harry had broken up with Ginny and she was still sulking about it two months later. The school had split into two groups: those who sympathised with Ginny and those who insisted that Harry was entitled to do as he pleased. Of course, the Slytherins hadn't bothered taking sides, at least not openly- even if they had decided who was right, they wouldn't take sides. It was a matter of pride, such trivial things weren't important. Not even Draco Malfoy, who was still very much the Slytherin Prince, hadn't even made a passing remark. Do you think he knows, wondered Harry, does he know I broke up with Ginny? Harry shook his head, why was he concerned with what Malfoy thought about his love life? He tore open the letter- he didn't recognise the seal, which meant the letter was one of three things a) death threats, b) whiny messages from Ginny or c) something from the Order.
Meet me in the RoR at 7. x
Harry blinked at the note; he'd really hoped that Ginny had given up after the last time… But when he looked over at her, she was laughing with her new boyfriend and didn't seem to care that he had post. Maybe it wasn't Ginny after all…
Later in potions, another letter with the same seal landed in front of him. Harry ignored the confused look Hermione shot at him and read the message.
Be there at 7. Come alone. x
Harry frowned as he reread the note, desperately hoping that the letter wasn't from Ginny, only looking up when a paper airplane hit his head.
I'm not going to attack you. And I'm not Weaslette. RoR at 7.
With a quick glance around the classroom, Harry noticed that only Hermione was actually taking notes and everyone else was either dozing or doing other lessons' homework. Malfoy was deep in discussion with Zabini about something. He was scowling at the other boy and repeating the words 'Stay away,' over and over. Then, Malfoy turned and his eyes met Harry's. And he smiled. Draco. Malfoy. Was. Smiling. It was only a small smile, but it was a smile nonetheless.
Harry smiled slightly in response before quickly turning away. What the hell was that? Dra-Malfoy was smiling? At him? Ron snorted in his sleep and Harry was brought to his senses. He had better things to be doing than worrying about how amazing Malfoy looked when he was- amazing? Malfoy? Harry shuddered, he needed to get a date and soon. All this Ginny stuff was going to his head. There was no way he thought Malfoy looked amazing. It just wasn't possible.
6:58 read Harry's watch as he hurried towards the Room of Requirement. He wasn't going to be late, not this time, not when it was this important. He ran his hand through his hair. All day Harry had been considering who the sender might be, and had concluded that there was only one person who it could be. He hoped he wasn't wrong- he really hoped he wasn't wrong.
Reaching the door at exactly 7, Harry threw it open to reveal somebody standing before a blazing fireplace. Hearing the door open, they turned and a small smile graced the blonde's face. Grey eyes met green and Harry bit his lip to stop a goofy grin which was threatening to break across this face.
'You came?' smiled the blonde as he almost ran across the room to reach Harry.
'Always.'