I know these chapters are coming very quickly, but I know you love it all! The pairings in this story may be confusing you so I will now put them at the top of each story.

Pairings So Far (real or fake):

Harry/Draco

Hermione/Ron

Dean/Harry

Dean/Seamus

Ron/Draco

Harry/Colin

By the way, this is going to be a long chapter.

Now On With The Story!

Chapter 4

Draco sat on his green bed and thought. Harry must be his boyfriend. His and no one else's. But how could he get him back? The best he could do was put his immense wealth to good use.

"That's it!" he shouted. "I'll buy Harry loads of stuff he loves!"

Draco grabbed a quill and a scrap of parchment and wrote down everything that he knew Harry loved.

Harry blearily opened his eyes. Two bright blue orbs were staring at him.

"Hiya, Harry!" Colin shrieked.

"Colin, shut up, you're too loud," Harry growled angrily.

"Ahh, you're so cute when you're angry. I love you."

"Colin, I did that so Draco would be jealous. You don't mean anything to me! You were just a fuck toy! Now fuck off!"
"Harry, are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm fucking serious! Piss off, you annoying cunt!"

Tears fell from Colin's eyes as he ran from the room.

"Now, better get up," Harry muttered. He stood out of bed and felt something hard and lumpy under his feet. He looked down and saw a long shape wrapped up in shimmery gold and silver fabric. Harry picked it up and peeled the fabric off carefully. Inside it was a black handled, gold gilded broomstick. Harry raised it up gently.

"Wow!" was all he could say. He opened the envelope and read the card inside.

Dear my one true love,

I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't mean for that to happen, he just lunged at me. I tried to push away but I couldn't. I hope you can forgive me and accept this Firebolt Mach 5 as a gift from the bottom of my heart.

Loving you always,

Draco

xxx

Harry shook his head. How could Draco lie about this? But what about the broom? Harry couldn't destroy it; it was worth too much. He couldn't give it to Ron; he was still angry with him. Dean wouldn't get it as he broke up with him. And Seamus was the one who took Dean from him. That only left –

"Neville," Harry called, pulling on some tight, white briefs.

"Yeah, Harry," Neville answered. "What d'you want? Hold on, I'll be out in a minute. Whoops, sorry Luna." Neville fell through the blood red curtain. He quickly tugged on a pair of blue boxers. "Yeah, Harry, what is it?"

"Well, I know your main strength is Herbology but you've always wanted to play Quidditch but never had the chance, so…do you want this broom?" Harry held out the Firebolt Mach 5. Neville stared at it suspiciously then his dark brown eyes widened. "Are you really sure? This is amazing!"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Draco sent it to me, but I'm not ready to forgive him yet. If you want I'll teach you how to fly it properly. If you get good enough, I might put you on the team."

"Really? Wow, thanks so much, Harry!" Neville embraced Harry tightly, waved at him then leapt back into his bed. Harry heard a light, high-pitch giggle from behind Neville's bed curtains. Harry smiled; at least one person was happy. He ripped up the letter and threw it in the fire. He pulled on his Gryffindor robes and walked down to the Great Hall.

Draco noticed that, as Harry walked into the Hall, his ex didn't have his new broom. Draco shook his head angrily. How could Harry, his Harry, not love that broom? It was the best one money could buy!

"I've got to try harder to get Haz back. He knows we should be tog- WHAT THE FUCK! WHY'S LONGBOTTOM GOT THAT BROOM! THAT'S HARRY'S!" Draco clamped his hand to his mouth as everyone stared at him.

"Mr Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said loudly from the professor's table. "10 points from Slytherin for that disgraceful language!"

Draco shook his head again; everyone had it in for him. Harry did because he had apparently kissed his best friend, Hermione did because he kissed her boyfriend, Ron because he didn't return the kiss and didn't immediately ask to go out with him and now McGonagall did! He couldn't win!

Draco got up and stormed out of the Hall, thinking rapidly how to get Harry back.

That afternoon, Harry took Neville out to the Quidditch pitch. They stood in the middle of it.

"OK, Nev, first mount it like this." Harry showed him. "That's perfect. Now kick off gently and hover. Yep, that's good. If you lean down a bit, you can move forward, but be careful, that's gonna be a very fast broom. It's the fastest a broom can go before breaking the law, according to Which Broomstick? Go on, Nev, I'll stay next to you as far as I can."

Neville leant forward on his broom and whizzed past Harry. Harry was about to leap onto his Firebolt and rescue the other boy when he realised that Neville was an amazing flier, better than anyone he had ever seen, even better than himself. It seemed that Neville just wasn't confident enough in 1st year.

"Nev!" Harry yelled, climbing on his broom. "I'm gonna release a Bludger! See how good you are at dodging it!" Harry pointed his wand at the Quidditch ball box and one Bludger flew out. It immediately aimed itself at Neville. He ducked down below its path and flew around the pitch twice. The Bludger flung itself at Neville as much as it could, but Neville dodged it every time. Harry decided to give Neville a bat to test his Beating skills. Harry had to admit it, Neville was amazing. Absolutely, truly amazing.

Draco was watching Harry and Neville from his dorm window. He was watching them fly around happily together. He was furious. Harry wasn't even thinking about him. He was to busy having fun with Longbottom to care about how he was feeling. But Draco knew Harry would come back to him, eventually. He decided to give Harry another gift. He pointed his wand at Harry and muttered "Rana Bombones."

Harry was watching Neville in awe when something small and hard hit him in the head. He turned as another one hit him in the face. He caught it and looked at it. It was a Chocolate Frog. He looked up again and screamed. A giant swarm of Chocolate Frogs were flying at him. Harry tried to fly out of the way but before he got away, they hit him in the back. He fell off his broom, 100 feet high, to his impending doom.

OOOOO! I'm mean! Thought I'd let you know that Rana Bombones is a charm I have made up for this story. It literally means chocolates frog. Thought you should know. I like reviews, but I don't care if you don't. I don't mind flames, but I'll just ignore all comments and let them burn of their own accord. Bye! waves