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A/N: It's my birthday this week and no one is writing me any pretty gift fics :*(. So I'll write someone else a gift fic instead. Who wants one? I do Harry Potter, Naruto, Fruits Basket and Saiyuki. I can experiment with other fandoms I know. Throw me some ideas in your reviews and I'll pick the one i like best. ^-^

Chapter Two: Slytherin Wins?

"Greg, dear, I haven't the slightest clue how to handle this conundrum." Malfoy looked up at him through his platinum blond eyelashes. "I just can't have Potter making me feel awkward all the time. He's constantly staring at me, and being irritating on the whole." He wiggled higher into the larger boy's lap, resting his head on Goyle's right thigh. "I know you and Vin would do anything for me... but I'm not sure what to have either of you do."

Laughing dumbly, Goyle stroked his hair, "That's a first. I don't know either, Draco. I'm just the brawn of this operation."

"True...." Draco closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Goyle's large hand in his hair.

Goyle wasn't gay. He just didn't know that yet. So, being the less unseenly of the two, Draco used him as his cuddle buddy of sorts. In this position, he always seemed to find clarity... this case was just taking him a bit longer than usual. It's not every day you have a crush on some one you don't want to be with...

***

"Malfoy likes me." Harry repeated, his head bobbing out of the barracks he'd made out of his arms.

"I know, Harry, you've told me." Hermione flipped angrily through a book. "And no, Ronald, I will not confess because I did not do it! Where would I even find that many snitches?!"

"The quidditch store in Diagon Alley. They have thousands of snitches stocked all the time for five knuts a piece-- the cheapest in town." Ron spat back. "Of course, I didn't need to tell you that." He crossed his arms and scowled.

"If you know that much about the crime, Ron, I'd suspect you'd done it if it weren't for the fact that you were on the pitch when it happened." She never lifted her head, searching and searching.

Ron's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "B-but I was there, so I couldn't have."

Harry's eyes narrowed, and his head popped out of the barracks. "What are you lying about, Ron?"

"Nothing. I was there, so I couldn't have done it." He bit his lip and his eyes flicked over to Hermione.

The girl's eyebrows almost disappeared into her hair, "Ronald Weasley, you did do it! And you charmed these bloody bites all over me, didn't you?!"

"NO!" Ron covered his mouth, and laid face down on his bed, face buried in the pillow. He mumbled something unintelligible and pulled the covers over.

Harry and Hermione looked at eachother in suspicion. Harry nodded to Hermione, cuing her to go over.

She sat beside him and pulled the covers back. In her sweetest, most innocent voice asked, "Ronald... have you got something to tell us?" She let a hand stroke his hair. "You can tell us-- you can tell me."

Harry stared at the pair with a vacant look. Malfoy likes me, Malfoy likes me, Malfoy likes me...

Ron turned his head and looked up at Hermione with doey brown eyes. "I didn't play that game..."

Hermione raised her eyebrow, but continued in a soft tone, "I saw you playing, though, Ron..."

"I gave Charlie some Polyjuice Potion because I was nervous and didn't want to make Gryffindor lose. The Slytherin chasers are killer." He closed his eyes ready to be yelled at.

***

"Excuse me students, we have an announcement to make about last weekend's Quidditch match." Madame Hooch's voice rang through the silent Great Hall. "Due to a forfeiture besides the question of the appearance of the excess snitches, the match goes to Slytherin. As not to embarrass the Gryfindor team, the details of the nature of the forfeiture will be disclosed only to the Gryffindor team. That is all."

Draco grinned. "Mission accomplished boys." He dug into his plate of eggs happily. Whatever forfeiture Gryffindor forwent will be enough to distract Potter from anything having to do with me. Excellent. What a desirable conclusion.

The extra bounce in his step was brought to a halt when there Potter was-- in front of him with flowers and a pathetic look on his face. "Um.. Malfoy?"

"I'm sorry, was the conclusion of last week's match not enough of a let down today?" Draco felt Crabbe and Goyle looming over him. He felt very very safe.

"Well... I was just wondering... um... could we talk? Tonight, perhaps... in the astronomy tower?" He caught Draco's eye, "Alone?"

Draco was floored. "I'll let you know." He responded smoothly, "Are those for me?" He smiled slyly.

"Yeah... They're the color of your eyes." Harry tried hopefully, to be poetic.

"Charming. Vincent, would you please?" Allowing his friend a moment to take the flowers, he strode off to the dungeons in one hell of a conundrum.

A/N: Read and review please. Should I up the rating for more fun at the end or keep it T-rated?