Over the last few years, Harry had started to realise that he felt differently about his sexuality. He still liked girls but when he had seen Cedric for the first time he felt all the stuff he had felt when he had a crush on Lavender Brown in third year.

Draco had known since the age of 9, that he was fruitier than a fruit salad and he didn't try to hide it. He had been openly flirting with Harry freaking Potter since first year and not once did the boy who lived, died, then lived notice.

~7th year, 16th Sept, Library~

Harry noticed Malfoy sitting across the library and decided that maybe it was time to talk to him, though he didn't have a choice as the bleach blonde boy was walking his way.

"Hey um... Malf- Draco,"

"Hello Potter," Draco said rolling his eyes.

"I was wondering, I guess you could say hoping-" Harry started to panic. "Hatheeeyayeehesseythahathehhssaah haaaaaahayaeehesseytha hathehhaayaaayaahathssss sssaythaayaeeh ehhhayaeeh ayaeehseyythaa haa ssaahhaassseyaassss?"

"Um..."Draco said, walking away mumbling to himself in French.

"'Demandez à Potter de sortir', a déclaré Pansy. ' Ça va bien se passer », a-t-elle dit."

Hermione nodded sympathetically, while Harry told her what happened.

"Too bad you don't remember what he said." She remarked.

"How would that help?" He asks as he tilts his head in confusion.

"Well, you know how I'm fluent in French."

"Do I???"

"Well, I am from France."

"You are?"

"You are so oblivious sometimes."

Harry looked at the girl he considered a sister in shock.

"You're French?!" He exclaimed.

"Yes."

"Why'd you hide it all this time?"

"I didn't, nobody ever asks. Well apart from Fleur."

Harry sat back down.

"It's cool that you're French."

Hermione got out her favourite book, the tales of Beedle the Bard, and rested her head on Harry's shoulder while reading.

"You don't understand Pansy. I'm one hundred per cent certain Potter has had one too many quaffles to the head!"

"Or maybe, it's like how you sometimes break out into French. He was probably speaking parseltongue." Pansy said wisely.

"True" He sat on the edge of his bed.

~7th year, 19th September, Great Hall

"Happy birthday 'Mione!" Harry and Ron said as she sat down.

"Moring boys," Hermione said unimpressed.

"Lighten up." Ron joked before being hit in the arm with a book by Hermione.

"Did Granger just wack Weasley with a book?" Blaise Zabini asked Pansy and Draco.

"She does it all the time," stated Draco.

"What about Potter? Does she hit him?"

"No, the two never fight." Pansy, rolled her eyes.

"Harry James Potter I swear to merlin if you don't start running I'm going to beat you to a pulp!" Hermione whisper-shouted.

Harry ran across the hall passed all four tables and towards the wall next to the Slytherin table. Hermione chased him, she got to the opposite side of the Slytherin table. They then started trying to guess which direction the other would go, everyone watched in shock. McGonagall watched as the two students, whom she had deemed the least likely to fight, chasing each other around the hall.

The two Gryffindors suddenly started doubling over laughing. The rest of the students stared wondering what had happened.