"Harry? Harry are you listening?"
Harry blinked, at the excited red-head, that was currently jumping up and down on his bed.
"Yeah. Go on, the Chasers are going left, while the Beaters are going to the right, and the Seek..."
Harry trailed off, as Ron glared at him. His friend sighed, before ceasing his bouncing, and sitting next to Harry on his bed.
"You're thinking about the 'Malfoy Thing', again, aren't you?"
Ron has been referring to Monday's event as the "Malfoy Thing", all week. Frankly, it annoyed the bloody buggering hell out of Harry. The green-eyed-boy shook his head in the negative.
"Of course not. Why?"
"Mate, I was talking about our Astronomy. Not Quidditch."
"Oh."
Ron took Harry's Astronomy homework, and held it up. Ron turned pale, before tsking at his friend.
"And you've been writing Malfoy's name all over your parchment."
Harry snatched his homework back, a dark blush staining his cheeks. "Well, not in a romantic way!"
He glared at the ginger. "Honestly. You're acting as if I've been doodling Harry Malfoy with a heart around it!"
Ron blinked, before straining his neck, in what he thought was a inconspicuous manner, to inspect Harry's homework, once more. The boy groaned, before handing Ron his parchment.
"Which I wasn't doing. Here, look for yourself."
"I'd rather not."
Again, Harry groaned. Ron patted him on the shoulder, empathetically.
"Sorry, mate. It's just you were already obsessed with Malfoy, and now he..."
Ron wrinkled his nose, making his freckles splotch against his skin.. "...likes you. Yet, you're even more obsessed than before."
Ron turned towards the Gryffindor, before again placing his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry...if you, you know, start to like Malfoy back, you know I wouldn't, I mean I wouldn't be-"
"Stop it right there.", Harry held up his hand. "That's just disgusting!"
Ron gave a sigh of relief, as Harry crossed his arms.
"The only reason I've been thinking about the git, is because he's always up to something!"
Cue, Ron's groan.
"I'm serious! In fact, I bet this whole thing is just some prank that the those snakes cooked up!", declared Harry.
Ron shook his head in the negative.
"I don't mean to sound like Hermione, but I don't think you can just accuse the Slytherins, for this one, Harry."
But Harry was ignoring him, already packing his Astronomy homework, and getting to his feet. Ron raised a wary eyebrow, at the boy.
"Where are you going?"
"To get the Slytherins to confess."
"Harry, I don't think-" But the Boy-Who-Lived was already racing out the door.