"Draco, you're not even listening to me," Pansy said smugly.
"What?" Draco snapped to attention, his thoughts evaporating.
"You're not listening to me, which means that you're distracted. And the only thing that could possibly distract you from me is…." She grinned wickedly. "A girl."
Draco flushed. "I'm not."
"Sure you aren't. So tell me, who is she?" Pansy preened, leaning forward from the sofa.
"It's nobody, Pansy," Draco muttered.
"Hm, so it's not a girl?"
"No."
Pansy's smile grew. "A boy then!"
Draco's ears burned red. "Oh my God, Pansy, seriously, stop. Are we going to study, or what? You're not exactly passing History of Magic, you know."
Pansy waved him off. "A 'P' is not that bad. I'll have plenty of time to fix it...after you tell me about this mystery boy."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but she interrupted. "You don't even have to tell me his name, Draco. Please. Just tell me what he's like, and be as vague as you wish. I only want to hear about my best friend's love."
Draco fixed her with a long stare. Finally, he gave in, his head collapsing in his hands. "Fine. But after this, no more. And you only get one question."
"Two. But only so I can ask hobbies and interests."
"All right, you asked for it." Draco paused for dramatic effect. "So we're going to call him, um, Alex, because I can't tell you his name. We're dating in secret, you see."
Pansy's eyes flashed with interest. "Go on…."
"And he's so good to me, Pansy, you have no idea." And once Draco began, he couldn't stop. "He hides my hair gel because he says I look better without it, he steals my Quidditch jersey and wears it to sleep, he leaves sugar quills lying around in my room, he smiles at me when he thinks no one is looking, I catch him watching me too many times to count, he's always got this stupid grin whenever we're alone, his hands are strong from Quidditch and I can tell from when we hold hands, he once got caught by Filch in the Slytherin common room and he told Filch he was dropping off my schoolbag while I hid under his Cloak, it was so funny, his hair is so damn messy, but I love it, and-"
"What'd you say?" Pansy caught onto the messy hair bit like a fish on a hook.
Draco blanched. "I said too much, didn't I?"
"Draco," Pansy said teasingly. "There's only one boy in the whole school I can think of when you say 'so damn messy' referring to hair."
"Damn it, Pansy." Draco buried his face in his lap to cover the blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Draco and Pot-"
"Shh!" Draco covered Pansy's mouth. "Secret, remember?"
Pansy nodded to say she understood. But the moment her mouth was free, she began bellowing the first verse of 'Draco and Potter, Sitting in a Tree.'
"You're so immature," Draco covered his own face once more while Pansy finished her taunting song.
"I can't help it! You're in love! It's so cute!"
"We haven't, um, actually used the 'L' word yet, Pansy."
"But I can tell. You're in love, Draco, with Harry Potter."
"Stop saying his name!"
"Why? We're in an empty library, no one's going to overhear."
Just then, somebody cleared their throat from behind Pansy and Draco. They swivelled around at once, hands feeling for their wands.
"Hi," Potter said, smirking.
Pansy grinned at Draco. He gaped at Potter. "Um, how much of that did you hear?" Draco whispered.
Potter leaned over and kissed Draco's cheek, his lips soft against Draco's hot blush. When Potter pulled away, amusement was clear in his green eyes. "All of it, Malfoy. All of it."