Notes/Warnings: Same warnings as part one; some bad language in this part. I'm figuring that this will probably end up being around five or six parts. Also, this is dedicated to all the lovely people who took the time to review this fic, thank you so much!! :)

An Amazing Discovery
Part 2

Dear Hermione,

Well, I'm guessing that since you haven't mentioned anything to me, you haven't figured out who I like yet. I'm not really surprised; I didn't give you all that many clues. So here is another one: the person I like isn't in Gryffindor. Have fun trying to figure out who it is now! :) I bet I just made it harder for you. I'm not at all sorry though, it's lots of fun knowing that you must be agonizing over who I like. That's rather sadistic of me isn't it?! :D

Have Fun!
Harry

PS I'll tell you who it is eventually if you never figure it out!

A loud slapping noise resounded throughout the room. The result was that an imprint of a hand appeared on the forehead of a very handsome blond head. However, the owner of this pretty head did not care about this mark that he had made, for he was too busy being shocked. He feared that the world was about to end, that muggles were going to invade Hogwarts, that he was going to have Magical Creatures class five times a day next term, that he was going to be forced to kiss Harry Potter...where did that thought come from?! Anyway, back to being shocked. Draco Malfoy, smartest guy in all of Hogwarts, had been wrong. Him! Wrong! It was absolutely amazing...unbelievable...intolerable!

The girl was not a Gryffindor. All his efforts, all his struggles to figure out who it was had been in vain. He had been looking in the wrong place. Oh! The agony! The disappointment! The frustration! How was it to be born? Now he had to search the other three houses. Well, he could definitely count the Slytherin girls out, there's no way Potter would like a Slytherin. It was unheard of! A Slytherin and a Gryffindor...what a joke! It was a bigger taboo than, say, being gay. Draco would climb into a guy's bed any day but he would not even touch a Gryffindor's bed with a ten-foot pole. The horror!

OK, enough with the unpleasant thoughts, back to more exciting things, like trying to make Potter suffer. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls. Groaning, Draco suddenly realized that there would probably be at least forty or fifty blond girls in those two houses. How the hell was he going to figure out who Potter liked? Why couldn't Potter like a red head or something? It would make Draco's life so much easier. Besides, blond is so boring. Opps, must clarify that thought, all blond is boring except his. He had style, class and was extremely good looking. He was positive half the school was madly in love with him because he was so devilishly handsome with his platinum blond hair...oh, and his steel gray eyes as well.

Anyway, back to the point, figuring out who Potter likes. It was going to be all but impossible to search both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Was it worth the effort? The humiliation? The agony? Yes, yes it was. Making Potter suffer was definitely worth all the time and energy he would need to use.

Blond girls in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who also have gray eyes and are the same height as Potter. How to discover them? Think, Malfoy, think! There has to be an easy way to do this!

Pace.

Think.

Pace...pace.

Think...stare.

Pace...pace...pace.

Think...blink...head scratch.

Ah ha! Bingo. Time to pull out some of his Malfoy skills. The only way to do it was to hack into the school's network and access the student information files. Yes, Draco Malfoy, hater of muggles and muggle gadgets, could hack. To beat the enemy, one must know the enemy and its way of life, and computers are the muggles' way of life. So, of course he could hack. It had made him extremely happy when Hogwarts became computer friendly for he sensed many opportunities of mischief making. And, now, here was one of those opportunities. The best kind too, very daring, very dangerous. And Draco Malfoy was the bravest guy in all of Hogwarts (he would even swear on his ancestors' graves that he is braver than Harry Potter) so this was definitely the appropriate way to figure out who Potter liked.

Now, off to his computer. Draco raced through the hallways, yelling at all the annoying people who got in his way and if that didn't move them, he moved them himself. He had important things to do and could not be bothered with being polite (not that he ever was polite under normal circumstances). Unfortunately for Draco, all this yelling and pushing kept him too busy to pay attention to who he was being so rude to. Thus, the inevitable happened, he pushed the wrong person. In series of movements that happened too fast for the mortal eye to see, Draco found himself on top of Harry Potter.

"Would you mind closing your mouth, Draco? I don't want your drool all over me."

The mouth attempted to close but the brain was not functioning properly; therefore, the request was not obeyed.

"Were you planning on staying there all day, Draco? Not that I really mind, or anything, but you're not exactly the lightest person in the world."

This definitely called for a response.

"Are you saying I'm fat?!"

Some eye rolling by two very pretty green eyes followed this remark.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Potter! If I'm so fat then I think I'll just stay right here and crush you to death!"

"That would certainly be an enjoyable way to die." This was not exactly the response that Draco had been expecting.

Confusion reigned inside Draco's head. What the hell did Potter mean by that?! And what the hell was he doing still on top of Potter?! This thought provoked some mad scrambling and running. Finally, Draco was safe-ten feet away from Potter.

"Look what you did, Potter. You made me waste some of my precious time. I'm a very busy person you know."

"Important things to do?"

"That's right!" Draco said with a very evil grin.

"Well, I hope your successful in whatever your doing," Potter said with a small grin as he walked away.

Ha! That was a good joke! If Potter knew what he was up to, he would not have said such a thing. Although, it was rather strange that he had said such a thing. Well, no use dwelling on it, Draco had more important things to do.

Having arrived safely in his room (finally), Draco immediately plopped himself down in front of his computer and started trying to break into the school's system. It was very difficult. Not only was the system better protected than he had expected but his mind refused to cooperate. It kept thinking all these scary little thoughts that Draco did not want it to think. For example, his brain was thinking that Harry Potter had actually been relatively nice to him today and on previous days as well. Draco wondered at first if this was another sign that the world was about to end. But no! His rebellious little brain told him that a nice Potter did not mean the world was ending; instead, it meant that Draco was in a much better mood than normal and that it was kind of nice having Potter be kind to him. This was all very shocking for poor Draco.

Then, Draco's brain had the audacity to tell him that it had been rather nice being on top of Harry Potter earlier. This almost caused a heart failure. What a ridiculous notion. He definitely had not enjoyed being on top of a very warm and very soft Harry Potter. No way. His brain must be malfunctioning. No, wait! Draco knew what the problem was. He had eaten something funny at lunch and was now getting sick. Why else would he be feeling so hot?! Must be getting a temperature.

Enough with that. Back to hacking. Draco had to use all his willpower to not think about a warm, soft Harry Potter. Once focused, Draco easily made his way into the school's system. Now, the student files. Slytherin...didn't need to go there. Ravenclaw...good place to start, Potter seemed like the type who would like a smart person. Draco scrolled through the list and clicked on all the female names. He found quite a few blondes. When Draco had finally looked at the last blond Ravenclaw, he just stared at the screen with a dumb, confused look on his face. All the blond girls in Ravenclaw had blue eyes! What was up with that?! Was it even statistically possible? Not that he really cared; it was just really weird. Draco was just glad that Potter did not like a girl with blue eyes.

Now, on to Hufflepuff. Gryffindor was next on the list. He didn't need to look there. Draco shuddered when he remembered how wrong he had been by thinking Potter liked a Gryffindor. But, he would not be fooled again. This time he would triumph! He was going to find this girl even if it killed him. And he felt that he was very close to discovery, all he had to do was check out the Hufflepuff girls (although why anyone would like a Hufflepuff was really beyond Draco's comprehension).

Draco stared at the Hufflepuff link, then looked back at the Gryffindor link. Suddenly, his brain rebelled on him again and made him (quite unwillingly) click on the Gryffindor link. Just a little peek wouldn't do any harm. He scrolled down to the P's and clicked on the appropriate link. He was then confronted with a very goofy picture (or so he tried to convince himself). Funny grin, freaky scar, crazy hair. That's what bothered Draco the most....the hair. Didn't he ever brush it?! Draco's fingers practically itched from a need to brush the hair out of his eyes and then go grab a brush and style it properly. At least then people would be able to see his pretty green eyes.

.......pretty?!?

Wow, Draco figured he must really be getting sick if he thought such a thing! Damn that Harry Potter, always distracting him...he had important things to do!

OK, the Hufflepuff files. Not too many blondes, that was definitely a good thing. Jackpot! Gray eyes! All right! He found her. Heart pounding, hands trembling, eyes gleaming, Draco read the girl's file. But, wait! Oh, no! She was only five feet tall. Major bummer. Draco was not sure how tall Potter was but he was pretty sure Potter was about his height-five feet, ten inches. Big sigh, what a disappointment. But he still had a few more girls to look at, so she had to be one of those. The next two girls had blue eyes (again that blue eye syndrome, must be a disease of some sort).

The last girl. Stomach all aflutter, Draco clicked on the last girl's name. Yes! This was the girl! Blond hair, gray eyes, good looking, height...what?! Six feet, three inches?! Shiiiiiiiit.

A slamming noise occurred, followed by multiple protesting noises from the computer.

Just who the hell did Potter like?!

End Part 2

-Heheh poor Draco! :)