"Have I Ever Told you…"

By: Jaylynn Jean Lee

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter or anyone else in this story.

Dedications: Due to the OVERWHELMING (eighteen) amount of reviews I got on my second chapter, I decided to get on with the next one. Oh, and this story is based on the sixth book, so Harry might've gotten just a little bit better at Wizard's Chess. Don't false-flame, please, until you know what you're flaming about isn't based on any of the books already written, kk?

Oh, and I'm sooooooo sorry about not having this chappy out sooner…like I said before, it takes me a bloody long time to think of stuff, and I can only write when I'm in the mood, so here's the almost, probably next to final chapter. Thank you, to everyone who has reviewed past and present. I appreciate every word you guys have said. Thank you again.

And if any of you ever want to contact me, my e-mail address is slytherin_seeker_@hotmail.com

Now that that's over, on with the fic!

Chapter 3

Around twelve o'clock that night the two boys went to sleep…finally. Ron snored like a muggle chainsaw throughout the night, waking Harry up in the middle of the most wonderful dream he had ever had. Strawberries and Cream, Draco, chocolate whipped cream, Draco, snow, Draco, ocean mist, and Draco were only some of the things in his dream.

"Damn Ron, and his snoring, too! God," Harry said softly to himself looking quite pissed. He looked over at his clock, which read, three-thirty in the morning. Harry began to think of what he was going to do that day, since he couldn't get back to sleep with that entire racket going on in the next bed.

"Hm, well, there's that Quidditch match tonight, too bad it's against Slytherin…um, I've got Potions with the Slytherins…damn, everything's with the Slytherins! But that's good!" Harry quickly covered himself even if he was just talking to himself. Harry rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn't come to him so he got out of bed, put on his robes and stealthily went out the door.

Harry slipped into the fluffy purple armchair by the fireplace, and all the sudden, he seemed so lonely.

"Hm, I wonder if the Summoning Charm works on people," Harry whispered to himself. He pictured Draco sleeping sideways going down the stairs with his arm beneath his pillow, sucking his thumb, but Harry thought better of that one.

In the Slytherin Common Room, Draco was sitting in front of the fireplace on the green couch with silver pillows. Perfect Slytherin colors, not too dark, not too light…just right.

"But not good enough to be Griffindor," the silver eyed boy said to himself sadly. He pictured himself in the crimson and gold common room that was Griffindor. He could see Harry sitting beside him whispering soft sweet nothings in his ear, kissing his cheek lightly. Then he remembered the Quidditch match later that day.

"Aw, damnit! I'm going to go out there and catch the snitch before Harry does! Damnit, damnit, damnit!" Draco cursed. He looked at his watch in disgust.

"Only thirteen and a half more hours," he sighed, not noticing his mistake, "plus one." (At this point I try and slap him, but I hurt my hand when it collided with the computer screen)

"So, Harry, how long have you been up?" Professor Dumbledore walked in waking him up from his nap in the fluffy armchair.

"Uh, not long, why?" Harry replied rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, I just heard something and I wanted to know if it were true," he said smiling.

"If it's about me and Draco, then yeah, it's true…most likely."

"Oh, well! That doesn't mean I have to ask you then!" Dumbledore said starting to walk towards the hole again.

"Wait, Professor! What exactly were you going to ask me?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry like he were his own son. "I was going to ask you how you were going to handle the Quidditch match today, knowing that you were going out with Draco, and him being the Seeker on the Slytherin team.

"You know, Harry, it's not every year do we have two rivals going out together. I admire your courage."

"You admire my courage, sir?"

"Why, yes of course, my dear boy! "The Boy who lived," pardon what I say next for it is not what I would say to one of my own colleagues, but, "The boy who lived" has finally found his sexuality."

Harry stared at Dumbledore like he had just grown another head.

"That's not how I intended to say that. I meant, "The boy who lived" has finally found his sexuality with someone he really loves, but is not in his own house.

Maybe I should be quiet," Dumbledore said sorrowfully. He noticed a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans on the floor and picked them up.

"I wonder if I shall ever get past the ear wax and vomit flavored ones, eh Potter?" He laughed as if he had never laughed before and plucked a single bean out of the bag and put it in his mouth.

"Sorry for my language, but, damn! Ear wax again!"

"The Luqwkids Potion is almost like a very faint love potion, but has the opposite effect. This potion is named after the person who discovered it; Dwaes J. Luqwkids. He had also come up with the Carthistanical Potion. Luqwkids was a specialist in the Dark arts, and tried everything within his grasp to get others into the art also," Snape droned on.

Draco sighed loudly.

"Something wrong, Malfoy?"

"No, sir!" Draco said in a uniform tone.

"That's good, because I would hate for you to be bored," Snape snapped.

Draco looked down at his paper and noticed a cursive writing, not his own, but Harry's.

Harry and his damn time turner again…ah, but you've gotta love the guy, Draco thought to himself. Draco read what Harry had written on his paper.

Dear Draco,

Good day to you! I couldn't sleep this morning so I decided to use my, well, not exactly mine, Hermione's anyway, to go forward in time to write you this little note. I love you Draco, I always will. You know that right? I hope so. I miss you terribly.

Love always,

Yours truly,

Harry Potter

"Aw, man, right in potions, too! He's just too sweet for words," Draco almost said outloud.

"Troubles, Malfoy?" Snape asked once again.

"No sir," Draco snapped his head up.

"Good then, get to work!"