I'll admit it.

I love Draco Malfoy.

Problem.

He hates me.

I'm a boy.

It won't work.

I sat in the stands crying quietly.

If I had a chance... just one day... I'd be able to confess... I'd be able to enjoy him... I'd be able to experience becoming one with him...and yes it would only happen once... But I'd be happy.

I'd be so fucking happy.

For that one day.

I looked down at the field sadly watching the blonde zoom around furiously in a desperate attempt to catch the snitch while it was storming.

Idiot. You aren't supposed to practice in this kind of weather.

I was no better.

Sitting here quietly.

Lusting after him.

I looked down at the snitch in my hand.

Maybe I should go give it to him. He's probably pissed.

Sighing I got up and walked down the steps until I was at the edge of the booth.

He zoomed up then down then to the right then to the left.

"HEY MALFOY!"

His head whipped up at me and I waved him over.

He flew over to me and I shoved my hands in my pocket.

"Why are you here?"

"I was sitting here earlier thinking and then you popped up."

"Why didn't you leave?" he hopped off his broom and stood in front of me.

"I was still thinking."

"Idiot."

"Why are you playing Quiditch in the rain? You could lose the snitch."

A pained look crossed his face. "I know, but Quiditch is the only way I can vent. You know... the whole war thing has been tormenting me."

"At least it's over."

"Yeah." I mentally drooled when he wiped his bangs out of his face.

"So telling by the look you just gave me... You lost the snitch, didn't you?"

"..."

"Come on Malfoy... honesty is the best policy."

He shot me a glare. "You act as if you could possibly help me."

"I'm the best seeker at Hogwarts."

"Cocky much?"

I pressed myself against his chest and grinned. "Not really."

He shoved me back lightly and frowned. "I lost it. Now how are you going to help me find it?"

The distance between us hurt, but I'm pretty sure he picked that up as a 'I'm better than you' gesture more than a 'I like feeling you against me' one.

"How am I supposed to do that? It's raining."

"Damn it Potter!" he pushed me to the floor with one hard shove and climbed back on his broom. "You're wasting my time."

"No. Wait!"

"WHAT?!"

I know he's mad about the snitch being lost... and he's tired... and cold... and right now probably isn't the best time to torment him any longer, considering that he could get in stupid amounts of trouble for something as simple as losing the golden snitch while practicing while it was raining IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

"Come here."

He growled and flew back towards me.

"I have a question..."

"What?"

"You broke up with Pansy right after the war... why?"

"I fell for someone else."

"Who?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like are they a guy or girl?"

His eyes widened. "If you're asking me if I'm gay I'm beating your arse with my damn broom."

"It's a yes or no question."

"Why? Are you bloody rainbows Potter? What is it? Do you have a crush on me?"

I felt a tear fall as his voice started to sound disgusted and full of hate. "I-..."

"Because if the answer is yes, you are literally screwing yourself. I won't ever see you more than a stupid boy who broke their own heart."

Another tear fell. "..."

"And I'd have to hate you and distance myself even more. I think that's sad. We just made amends, and you wanna go fucking everything up with your petty heart."

"I didn't even answer."

"Body language." he eyed me before wrinkling his nose.

I sighed in defeat. "So if I were born a girl... would you have even considered me?"

"It depends. If you were attractive and Slytherin or not."

I nodded. "Well... Uh... here." I stuck out my hand holding the snitch while crying in the rain. "I would be upset if you got expelled."

He snatched it away and disappeared into the distance on his broom.

"Thank you..." I whispered to myself. "You're welcome." I mumbled before shivering back up the steps and inside the school.

I wobbled until I made it into the commons of Gryffindor. "Gah." I peeled off my jacket and looked around.

"Harry?" I heard a whisper.

"Yes?"

Hermione stepped out from the shadows in a nightgown. "Where were you? We were worried sick about you." she scanned me for a second before punching my arm. "Idiot! Were you outside?"

"Maybe?"

"Merlin, you're gonna catch a cold."

"Hey. Hermione... do you know any gender potions?"

"..."

"I need one that'll last a day."

"Harry... is this guy the reason why you broke up with Ginny?"

"Yes."

"Who is it?"

"Promise me you won't tell anyone?"

"Promise."

I cupped my hand over her ear and mumbled the blonde's name.

"Does he like you back?"

"He's being really cold right now."

"Well... I know a potion but it takes about a year to brew properly. So it's expensive. I know only one person who has a few vials to spare, considering that she doesn't prank anymore mean girls.

"Who?"

"Maria..."

"You mean that genius Ravenclaw girl who Fred and George are madly in love with because of her pranking skills?"

"Brown skin long black twists?"

"Yeah."

"Yup. You gotta ask her."

"Ughh."

"She's not as intimidating as she seems."

"I know... but I needed the potion now."

"Well go to sleep and I'll see what I can do."

I nodded at her and fled to my room with Ron, Neville, and Seamus.

I tiptoed to the bathroom and stripped. I showered and all of the above, then took two tylenols before jumping into bed.

A bright purple light caught my eyes.

I dug around in my sheets and grabbed the vial.

'Take me when you are alone.

Then come on out a girl not boy

And hopefully you will use me right

For only twelve hours can I bring your dream to light.'

-Maria

I smiled. "Thank you."

I slid the glowing potion into my bag and turned over to face my dreamy wonderland.