Authors Note O_o

Disclaimer – ii have gratefully borrowed the characters from JK Rowling and applied my own plot to them. ii am not gaining any means of money from this…. Only reviews… ii hope!

Warning SLASH! Rated M For Maybe Later Chapters!

Love && All That Jazz, Idina Malfoy xx

Chapter 1 – Harry's POV

As the bright, Autumn sun shone through a crack in his bed hangings, Harry awoke with a start.

His breathing seemed to get deeper and deeper. He could feel the sweat begin to seep from the pores in his forehead. But then he thought

There's no pain.

He put his hand to his head and glided his fingers across the lightening shaped scar, My scar isn't hurting, it must be nothing… bad dream maybe?

But that was just it, he hadn't been dreaming, or if he had, it wasn't memorable or important enough to wake him the way he just had. His dreams were usually followed by a rude awakening so he should have been used to it, he tried to return to sleep but his sudden alert was beginning to alarm him.

There was something there. Someone maybe. There must be. A noise that was coming from beside him. Surely it must be Ron, Neville Dean or Seamus…?

It must be Ron's snoring, you dungbomb! He said to himself as he tried to return to his slumber.

There was a flutter. Harry looked around but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. The gold and red of the Gryffindor dorm were still there, his friends were still in their beds, well and truly alive. The mess that had been left from the previous evening was still sprawled on the floor, ready to be cleaned (by Hermione).

He looked at his watch and saw that it was 7:30 am. This turned his fear into anger! He already had to get up early everyday but usually ended up sleeping in unintentionally. But this time, on Sunday, the one day that he had decided to have a lie in, he was awake… before everyone else.

Bollocks! You must be dreaming. Great! Sleep just had to be interrupted today! He thought just as he suddenly felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He could feel his chest tighten as he took a deep, sharp breath, imagining, what he thought of as, his forthcoming death. The oxygen was immediately exhaled as he saw something familiar.

Next to his left ear was a paper bird suspended in mid-air, staring straight into his green eyes.

"I think you've got the wrong bed, Ron's over there" He said, pointing at the mound of red hair and duvet covers. There was a surprising silence coming from that area. Mornings were usually crammed with Ron's snoring, loud enough to wake up the entire wizarding world! He must have actually listened to Hermione and learned that he could use spells! She suggested a muffilato charm to block out all noise so that everyone could finally get a decent nights' sleep!

Hermione must be angry with Ron again. What could he have done this time?!

Just then he realised the bird was still there… floating… and not attacking. He decided to see what it was all about and took one of the paper wings between his thumb and forefinger. As soon as his skin came into contact, the paper unfolded to reveal a message:

Love-Hate relationships?

Why all the hate?

Love conquers all… doesn't it?

I Love You and have done since the day we met.

Who?

You'll find out soon enough!

X

Seeing this made Harry lose all traces of tiredness. Holding the note in his hands, he read and re read it… trying to find any clues as to the source of the message. He even had a few moments when he pinched himself to check if he was dreaming, since living in the wizarding world, anything can happen!

Now discovering that he could no longer sleep – despite his protests for a 'well-deserved' lie in – he threw off his covers, swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stumbled his way to the washroom, quietly muttering as many offensive words under his breath as he could… not that anyone was there to hear them!

"Bloody message. Waking me up. Who the fuck would try this kind of prank!?" Were the last words he said before slamming the door.

As he entered the great hall, the smell of breakfast was overwhelming.

"Where did I get the idea to miss this for sleep!?"

His eyes were cast straight to the Gryffindor table. He needed to find the one person who may be able to help with this 'love' problem. Having the smartest person in Hogwarts as his best friend has always been a great thing… the fact that this person happened to be a girl was even better.

He spotted Hermione almost immediately as she was the only person in the whole hall with an empty plate and their face buried in that mornings edition of The Daily Prophet.

She jumped a little as Harry placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Morning" he said casually

"What! Who? Oh Harry, you gave me such a fright! I thought you were having a lie in today?" she wheezed, still regaining a regular breathing pattern.

"So did I! It's just I was woken up by…" He said with a hint of confusion and self-pity.

"Was it Ron?" She jumped in, whipping out her wand. "That snoring of his! I told him to use the muffilato charm while he was in bed. But, no! Don't Listen to Hermione! No! She doesn't know anything! She doesn't think of others, does she! She…" She exclaimed as Harry began to see sparks protruding from the tip of her wand.

"No! What? No, it wasn't Ron" He interjected in an attempt to calm Hermione down.

"I can tell! You're covering for him, aren't you!? If I find out that his nasal dysfunction has disrupted anyone's sleep… I swear!"

The sparks began to change colour from a golden colour to a deep blood red.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted causing the whole hall to fall silent and Hermione's face to resemble the now non-existent sparks. "It wasn't Ron! And anyway, I've learned to sleep through the snoring. We have been in the same dorm since first year!"

"Oh." The only words that could come from Hermione's vocal chords throughout the few minutes it took for her to regain her usual pale expression and think over what Harry could've meant.

"So if it wasn't Ron…? Who was it?" She finally asked after those awkward moments of self-inflicted embarrassment.

"Well that's just it! I have no idea who it could've been!" He said wearily as he began to explain the little bird and its message.

"So… erm" Hermione stuttered

"Come on Herm! You're my only hope! I need to find out what's going on! I mean, do you think this is a serious matter or just another practical joke?"

"Well, it could've come from one of the younger years. A lot of them still do fancy you, you know."

"That is true" Harry replied, realising that he hadn't even thought about that! "But still."

"Okay! Well, have you been extra nice to anyone recently?" She asked

"Did you not listen to what I said!? I was talking about love hate relationships!" Harry emphasised, with that little hint of hostility rising.

"Okay then. Have you been extra mean to anybody?" she retorted smugly

"Hermione. It's me! Am I ever mean to anyone?" Harry said. Just then she began to show a doubting look on her face. "Okay, am I ever mean to anyone who didn't deserve it?" He could still see the apprehension on her face. "Seriously!?"

"I'm sorry! It's just I've never dealed with this sort of thing before" she confessed as Harry raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious! I mean, with Ron, he just blurted everything out at once and Viktor was, well you know, a little strange! Otherwise, I've, erm, never been even remotely close to another guy."

He couldn't believe this. The one person he was counting on couldn't help. For once he was more experienced in something. Not that, at that very moment, it was a good thing, thinking about the lack of help he was able to retrieve from Hermione, he decided to change the subject.

"He just blurted it out?! Now that really does sound like Ron." Harry laughed.

Hermione slowly joined in with the laughter until they were both giggling hysterically. Their laughter was, however, quite short lived as a voice came from behind them that made them both jump from their seats and almost make the bench lose complete balance.

"What sound's like me? And what is so funny about it!?"