YAY! My birthday was yesterday!(Since every one of you is dying to know when my birthday was) And I just saw the last Harry Potter movie. If you haven't seen it is definitely worthy!

Ok I noticed I didn't put a disclaimer last time, so here's one. I do not own Harry Potter or JK Rowling. The actors own themselves…I think…if not I am so going to buy Tom Felton…

Read previous chapters if you need a recap (cause I am evil that way…)

Ron ran into the girl's lavatory, Harry dazedly trotting behind him. The overlarge outfits had made running down the hallways very tedious for Ron and Harry, so they were out of breath as they ran into the room.

Lack of breath didn't stop Ron from shouting, "Hermoine! You got to listen …we've got loads to tell you!"

Hermoine's hushed yet panicked voice came out of one of the many stalls in the area. "Uh… not right now… you can-"

Ron cut her off. "Draco Malfoy is gay!"

Harry caught his breath and stood there in the deepening silence. What Ron had just said was true, Draco Malfoy was gay. 'And worse… he likes me' Harry inwardly wailed.

"Wait…WHAT?" Hermoine yelled from her stall, "What has that got to do with the Chamber of Secrets?"

"And what's more," Ron continued completely ignoring Hermoine's question, "He likes Harry!"

This time Hermoine burst from her stall. Her face was a furry black with green oval eyes and slit pupils. Two cat ears had pushed their way up through her mass of brown curls and the static they created caused parts of her hair to stand on end. Her hands had been turned to black paws and a tail had made its way out of her skirt.

"Wait, Draco Malfoy, the one who hates all mud-bloods and believes that pure-bloods are the only people who should be practicing magic, the one who insults the Weasleys at every chance he can get, who has two cronies, and who has harassed our group since the first year we have been here, is in love with Harry?"

Ron froze and thought about what she said; trying to make sure they were talking about the same people. But Harry had already caught up with her long winded sentence.

"Yeah," he said uncomfortably noticing again how incredibly strange this was. "That one…"

Hermoine stood there and stared at Harry flabbergasted. "Wait, how do you know this?" She glanced between the ginger and brunette.

"Uh… well you see, " Ron began, he skimmed their mission talking about how Draco brought them into the common room and what they had started talking about. "And then Harry defended Dumbledore and put his name out there. And then Draco went off. He just started talking about how he wanted to rip Harry's clothes off and stuff!"

Hermoine stood there absorbing this. "Well maybe he meant it maliciously?"

"Hermoine," Harry finally stepped forward, "He said he thought I had "pretty" eyes…"

They stood there in an awkward silence.

"Well at least he doesn't know he was talking to you," Hermoine brought up, trying to cheer the now deflated Potter.

"Uh, actually, he saw who we were…" Ron threw out there, uncertainly.

Another awkward silence.

"Wait! What if he tells a teacher?" Hermoine asked frantically.

Harry and Ron froze in shock. They hadn't thought of the possibility yet.

"My mum's going to kill me!" Ron bemoaned.

"Well, we don't know if he has already. We should just wait and see if we can play this out…" Harry ordered. Ron and Hermoine nodded, grateful to have some direction they could go. "We should go on about our normal day, and pretend that nothing happened." A nod from the other two, and the plan was set. They headed for the door.

"Hey… Hermoine? Why do you look like a cat?"

The trio walked into the Great Hall for dinner. Hermoine looked like her usual self thanks to Madam Pomfree and a quick lie about senior girls in the hallways playing pranks on people.

The worst part was the fact that there were no classes today, so the Potter trio couldn't tell if their secret had been told. The entire day had seen the three jumping at shadows, and waiting uncertainly for Professor Snape to appear out of nowhere and lead them up to Dumbledore's office to be expelled. Ron was the most nervous of the three, almost giving their secret away when Ms. McGonagall asked for him to help out with sorting boxes at her room.

But, miraculously, they made it. They were now sitting at the Gryffindor table waiting for dinner to be served.

"Hi, Harry," A wispy voice floated over the table. A very pale girl with long blond hair was proceeding to sit across from the brunette. She looked very thin, and seemed to be off in a world of her own, her glazed blue eyes focusing on Harry for only a moment.

"Oh, Luna, it's good to see you."

"You all seem very jumpy today," Luna noted quietly. A shock went through the group.

'How on earth did she notice?' Harry thought to himself.

Before Hermoine could stutter out a reply, dinner appeared on the table in front of them. They covered the silence that was blooming from Luna's amazing deduction skills with focused eating. They hoped she wouldn't bring up the subject again. And she didn't… she brought up something worse.

"Harry?" Luna murmured.

Harry glanced at her nervously. 'What is she going to say now?' He inwardly growled.

"Yes, Luna?" He asked out loud.

"Did you do something to anger Draco Malfoy, because he is staring quite intensely at you."

Harry dropped his fork. "Wh-what?" He stuttered out.

"Draco. He is staring right at you…"Luna replied, not understanding the significance of this situation.

Harry slowly turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the Slytherin table. Sure enough, there was Draco staring at him. He had his right elbow on the table and his right hand was supporting his chin. His other hand held a fork, which idlely picked at the food in front of him. When Harry turned his head to look back, Draco perked up, interest flicking through his eyes.

Harry spun violently back to face the Gryffindor table, a blush turning his ears, cheeks, and neck red. The conversation from the Slytherin common room came racing back into his mind, reminding Harry of the nonchalance from which Draco Malfoy had complimented him.

Hermoine leaned sideways, whispering into Luna's ear. After a few quick whispers Luna nodded understandingly.

"Oh that's what happened." Luna picked her fork up again and took a bite of egg salad. Hermoine exchanged glances with Ron at the calm reaction.

The group went back to eating, unsure what to say next in such an awkward position. Each was lost in their own thoughts, except for Harry.

Harry was pinned to the present by an insistent stare in his back.

'I hope tomorrow will be different,' Harry thought to himself, feeling his appetite drain, as he sat at the dinner table. 'I don't know how much more of this staring I can take…

Poor Harry! I wonder what will happen next!

BTW thanks to the people who reviewed, it is a lot of fun to read those things…