"Don't look so glum, Potter," Malfoy said, slinking out of the shadows of the office and walking up to the desk, sitting down on the corner of it. "I had thought you already knew." He laughed bitterly as he stared at Harry with a strange glint in his eye.

"What do you want?" Harry demanded, crossing his arms and glaring at him, wishing he could scoot away. He supposed Malfoy had heard the entire thing, which was not good at all...

And the worst part was, Harry couldn't even accuse him of plotting to use it against him anymore, because it hardly seemed like Malfoy was up to something now. Thinking about it, he realized that the past few months of stalking were really just an excuse to watch Malfoy.

Doing ordinary things. Not plotting.

All Harry could do now was notice, for the first time with a clear and intentful head, how ridiculously attractive Malfoy was.

"Watch," Malfoy instructed, with a bit of a tentative laugh. "Maybe this will cheer you up." He picked up the Scarf and slung it over his shoulders with a flourish.

Harry's eyes widened for a brief moment as he made eye contact with Malfoy. They waited a moment for the Scarf to speak.

"Homosexual!" It declared immediately, albeit a bit wanly.

Harry blinked. He was at a point where he was hardly surprised anymore, if not mildly satisfied.

"Ta-da!" Malfoy sang, giving Harry a shrug and a dry smile.

His head spinning, trying to piece all the new information together, Harry just stared.

"I don't understand," he responded, getting out of the chair so Malfoy wasn't so near to him, perching there on the desk and grinning like a poncy git. An admittedly attractive poncy git.

He shook his head. Why was he thinking that? What had the Scarf done to him?

"It's quite simple, actually," Malfoy hummed, a smirk lining his face. "I'm as gayer than the Fourth of July, to paraphrase a certain Headmaster." He even went so far as to wink.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Harry asked nervously, slowly backing away.

Malfoy stood and took a few steps towards Harry.

"Your friend Granger told me to come, and gave me your Invisibilty Cloak to hide with," he explained. "After all the flirting we've been up to... Well, how could I say no?" He smirked as he crossed his arms.

"We were not flirting!" Harry protested, taking several fastee steps backwards to get away.

Malfoy moved even closer to Harry, striding with intention and something sparking in his eyes that definitely wasn't maliciousness or hatred.

"Weren't we, Potter?" He asked, making intense eye contact as he inched nearer. Harry could have ran if he wanted to, but something made him want to stay. He had forgotten he was still moving backward, though, and bumped into the wall. He remained frozen to the spot.

"I didn't think so," Harry replied quietly.

Malfoy was inches away now. He bent down slightly to place his hand on Harry's thigh, similar to how he did in Rune's class. Harry felt that same tingling heat... Definitely not a curse.

"I did," Malfoy whispered, his face inching closer to Harry's. He could feel his breath hot on his face when he asked, "Do you now?"

Something jolted in Harry's chest at the question. Whether it was excitement or arousal or paranoia, it jump-started his instincts. Before he could think, he shoved Malfoy off of him and was already halfway out of the room.

He stopped at the bottom of the staircase, his heart suddenly thumping like he was back in battle.

"Hermione shouldn't have gone to you," he snapped, clutching the railing of the staircase. "You're just going to use this against me."

Malfoy gaped and tried to come closer. His face was a mixture of shock and confusion, and Harry didn't want to notice that there was still nothing evil or conniving there.

"Potter, you've got it wrong. I assure you-"

Harry cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, Malfoy!" He cried, dancing up a few more steps. "I can't do this right now."

He turned away from him then, and ran out of the room.