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When Harry sat down next to Draco, the other boy didn't seem to take any notice of him and Harry decided that this was not the best moment to introduce the blond to his plan either. He wanted to wait until he had a more opportune moment, when neither Snape or any of the other people in the classroom paid them any attention. Now, everyone were constantly looking at them through the corner of their eyes, waiting for the inevitable explosion from one of them.
Harry knew that if he wanted Draco to help him, he needed to avoid making the other boy angry, which was easier said than done.
Without saying a word to each other, they formed some kind of a truce. Harry cut the ingredients, while Draco watched the cauldron. It worked quiet well, and when the lesson was over and Snape told them to bring a vial of finished potion up to him, their potion almost had the clear blueish colour it was supposed to have. All in all, Harry was quiet satisfied.
Just as Draco was packing his bag, Harry quickly bent down, pretending to have lost something on the floor.
"Malfoy, I need to talk to later. Meet me outside the room of requirements after dinner." he whispered, then hurried after Ron and Hermione before the youngest Malfoy had a chance to say anything.
When he caught up with his best friends, Ron was in the middle of another rant about how Snape and Slytherins in general were evil, sadistic losers. Hermione didn't seem too happy and when Harry joined them, she turned to him with an annoyed look on her face.
"Harry, can you please tell Ron that Slytherins aren't so bad as he makes them?" then she turned to the red-head "Actually, I talked to Blaise Zabini the other day and he was actually pretty nice!" Ron's expression made Harry burst out in laughter and Hermione's lip curl slightly upward.
"Nice? That git? He's a friend of Malfoy! That's more than enough for me to keep away from him!" he said and both Harry and Hermione sighed in unison. Sometimes, Ron was so narrow-minded.
Harry didn't really enjoy his dinner. He barely registered that he was eating some mashed potatoes, but his thoughts where on what he was going to tell Malfoy. He couldn't really begin the conversation with "hey Malfoy, I've got an idea. You like Hermione and I like your father. How about we team up?" That'd be ridiculous and Draco would just think he'd gone crazy from the study-pressure or something like that. No, he had to come up with something smart, and that as quick as possible.
When he saw that Draco pushed his plate away from himself, stood up and left the Great hall, Harry hurriedly told Hermione that his stomach hurt and that he was going to Madam Pomfrey for some potion.
Harry ran after Draco, but when he knew he was getting near the room of Requirements, he slowed down, so Malfoy wouldn't think he'd been running. That'd seem like he was desperate, something that he soon felt he was going to be, but he didn't want to show that side of him to Draco, the son of the man Harry had liked almost since the first time he'd seen him.
The sound of the raven-haired teens footsteps made Draco look up and he raised an eyebrow at the barely composed breathing of the teen in front of him.
"Have you been running, Potter?" the blond asked and Harry blushed slightly. "So what if I have?" he asked defensively.
Draco just shrugged. "So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked and his voice went from arrogant to diplomatic in a second.
Harry took a deep breath. What he said now would probably determine whether Draco and he would join forces or if Harry was doomed to pine after Lucius Malfoy for all eternity. Okay, maybe that was a little exaggerated, but it was not far from the truth!
"I saw you looking at Hermione today, and it made me wondering." here, he paused for a moment to see Draco's reaction, but the other boy just watched him, his face totally void of emotion. Deeming this a good thing, Harry continued. "And the conclusion I reached is; do you like Hermione, Draco?" For a little while Draco only watched him, and Harry began to worry if his plan had gone down the drain, but then the blond finally spoke.
"And if I do, what will you do about it? Are you going to run off and tell all your Gryffindor friends that Draco Malfoy, the famous muggle-hater, is in love with a muggleborn."
Harry released the breath that he didn't know he'd been holding and shook his head.
"You really don't know me, do you? It's not my business who you like or don't like, so I won't go telling anyone if you don't want me to." he said and he could see that Draco relaxed a little bit.
"But was this the only reason you called me out here? To ask me who I liked? Or is there something else? You don't really seem like the person to call another guy up here, so far from anyone else, just to ask something like that. Surely, there's something more?"
Just as Harry had predicted, Draco would see through his plan. Was it even possible to hold anything secret from the blond, or was it just him who was bad at hiding his intentions?
"Well, as a matter of fact, there is." Harry said and nervously scratched the back of his head, which made Draco lift an eyebrow once again.
"Draco, I'm not going to make this hard on myself. Just calling you out here took a lot of courage from me." he said and Harry felt his nervousness disappear with every word. By now, he was too deep in it to pull out anyway.
"I too have someone I like. Someone quiet close to you, Lucius Malfoy. Your father."
(Is nervously twiddling her hands in her lap) So, how do you like it? Sorry for leaving you like that... Cliffies are evil, I know...
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