Warnings/Notes: Same as the previous two parts, a little bit of slash content (although Draco doesn't realize that's what it is! :P). This part is for Alanna (Happy Birthday!! I hope you like it!) An Amazing Discovery
Part 3

Dear Hermione,

No luck yet? Well, I think I truly feel sorry for you now, you must be really agonizing over who I like. I suppose I could relieve your suffering and just tell you who I like but I don't feel that sorry for you yet, I'm still having way too much fun! :) So, here's another clue (and hopefully this one will be more helpful than the one I gave you in the last note). The person I like is a Slytherin. Don't die of shock now! :)

Later,
Harry

"WHAT?!!!"

It was time to die of shock! The situation certainly called for it. Or perhaps he was going to die of mortification; that was entirely possible as well. He had been wrong again! This was very bad for his self-image. But he was not going to dwell on it, if he did, he would probably go into cardiac arrest.

A Slytherin! The girl is a Slytherin! This was truly inconceivable. He could not believe that Harry Potter had the audacity to like a Slytherin. If they ever got together the world would surely come to an end. But, no, Draco would never all it to happen. He would never allow Harry Potter to date a Slytherin girl. It would bring the house to ruin, make them the laughingstock of the entire school. It would ruin his reputation! That would be unforgivable. He must defend his reputation!!

Blond girl, Slytherin, gray eyes, Potter's height. This was going to be so easy! Grinning evilly, Draco began to eagerly anticipate the moment when he discovered this girl and then be able to bring Harry Potter to ruin.

Thinking about the blond Slytherin girls, Draco discounted many of them for either being too old or young, or too tall or short. He was left with four candidates; unfortunately, he did not know their eye color. And why should he?! He was always too busy working at being the smartest guy in all of Hogwarts and tormenting Harry Potter to notice such trivial things. But now he would have to notice but how to do it? Well, that was obvious, a stakeout in the Slytherin common room.

Draco gathered his things together, ready to go on a stakeout. He took one last look at Potter's note, just to make sure he had read it correctly. He had, it still said Slytherin. As he was putting it away he paused, suddenly struck with a thought. Exactly how was it that he was finding all these notes? He could not believe he hadn't thought of this before (damn Potter for always distracting him!). Hermione was too smart (something he only grudgingly admitted) to be so careless as to lose so many notes. It must be Potter then. Yes, he could definitely imagine Potter dropping the notes or forgetting to put them away. For once, Draco was glad Potter was so stupid, it benefited him greatly.

But who cares about that?! He had more important things to do. So, once again Draco was tearing through Hogwarts' halls, leaving mayhem and pandemonium in his wake (which he was extremely proud of!). And, once again, he was not paying any attention to the people around him and the inevitable happened...again. Although, the flurry of movements that followed the crash had different results this time. To Draco's embarrassment and horror, he found himself on his back underneath Harry Potter.

"Hello again, Draco."

"Y...yo...you!"

"Yes, me" After a brief pause during which Draco was too speechless to say anything, Potter continued, "You know, Draco, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you like rolling around on the ground with me."

"What? I didn't do this on purpose!"

"I'm not sure I really believe that, Draco. The first time may have been an accident. But the second? I don't think so. You must have wanted me to be on top of you and so ran into me on purpose. I'm very flattered, you know."

"Damn it! Get off of me, Potter!"

"Mmmmm...no, I don't think so. You make an awfully nice, soft cushion, you know."

A low growl was the only response Potter got.

"Off doing important things again Draco?"

"Yes! Now let me up so I can do them!" said an extremely flustered and angry Draco.

He could not believe that he was trapped underneath Harry Potter, who seemed even warmer and softer than last time (although, Draco tried to reason that this was only a thought that resulted from his sick, malfunctioning brain).

"What exactly do you have to do?"

"Like I would tell you!"

"Well, I won't let you up until you tell me," Potter said with a grin evil enough to rival one of Draco's evil grins.

Argh! This was so frustrating! To be forced to do what Potter wanted him to do, it was insupportable. And to make matters even worse, that damn Potter was leaning so close that his messy hair kept getting in Draco's face. That stupid, messy hair again! Where was his brush when he needed it?! For he certainly did need it, not only was Potter's hair getting in Draco's eyes, but it was also, as always, hiding those pretty green eyes. Damn! There's that 'pretty' stuff again! What was up with him lately?! Stupid Potter, always distracting him. And there was the hair, in his eyes again. Something must be done about it; too bad he didn't have a pair of scissors on him.

Suddenly, Draco's body decided to take action and do something about Potter's annoying hair without consulting Draco first. To his horror, Draco watched as his hand slowly reached up and gently brushed the hair out of their eyes and tucked it behind Potter's ear.

If someone had walked by just then (and luckily for the two boys there was no such person), she or he would not have been able to tell which boy was more shocked. Although, this person would have noticed the small, very happy smile on Potter's face and, to the astonishment of all, a quickly growing blush on Draco's face.

Oh! He was so not blushing! Draco Malfoy did not blush.

"You know, Draco, you look really cute when you blush."

Oi! He was blushing! This was very bad, especially for his reputation.

"I am not cute!"

"Sure you are, everyone knows that!"

"Are you going to let me up or what?"

"Of course not. You still haven't told me what you're up to. Besides, with you being so nice to me and being all cute and gentle, I don't really want to get up at all!"

What? Not get up? What if people saw them like this? That would be very, very bad! OK...what could he possibly say that would get Potter off of him? Although, Draco suddenly realized, that he had been in this position so long, that he was actually quite comfortable, which was most strange. But, it would be very bad for his appearance if anyone saw him like this, so he had to get Potter to move.

"All right, if you must know, I've just recently discovered something very important and I was going to do something about it before you got in my way."

"And what did you discover?"

Oh, yes! This was too perfect! He could not pass up this opportunity. Potter was going to be so shocked and embarrassed once Draco told him what it was. This was going to be lots of fun.

"Why, I just found out that you like a Slytherin!"

"You're right, I do," Potter said with a smile.

What kind of reaction was this?! What a disappointment, this was not what Draco had hoped for or expected at all. There was no shock or embarrassment, no squirming or blushing, no denial. How frustrating. And what was up with that (cute) little smile?!

Suddenly Potter stood up, leaving Draco in a daze on the floor, feeling cold and a little bereft.

"I bet you'll never figure out who it is though," Potter said with a challenging look.

"Oh, I bet I will! And when I do, you're really going to regret it."

This caused Potter to laugh loudly and say, "That's not likely. I think I might enjoy it if you figure out who I like."

"Huh?!"

"Yeah, well, c-ya around, Draco."

"Um...ok...later, Potter."

Why did Potter always confuse him? It must be some strange device that Potter decided to use to torment Draco. And why was Potter acting so strange? What happened to all the nasty comments and the fighting? It was rather difficult being mean to Potter when he was being so nice. Maybe Potter had eaten something funny as well and so they were both sick. Yes, that was it. Then, in a few days, they would both get better and everything would go back to being normal. That was certainly a comforting thought, or so he tried to convince himself.

Draco suddenly realized that he had been so confused that he had forgotten to get up off of the floor. Man, not only did Potter annoy and confuse him, but the stupid boy made a fool out of him too. But Draco would have his revenge, as soon as he figured out who Potter liked. And now he was finally free to do so.

Arriving, physically intact but mentally unstable, at the Slytherin common room, Draco found it jammed packed with students. Looked like the whole house was there. This was a very good thing for him. Spying a recently vacated chair, Draco rushed over to get it. He sat down two seconds before some annoying little first year tried to take it from him. Draco gave him a challenging look, daring the little twerp to make a protest. The boy wisely ran for his life. Seated comfortably, Draco surveyed the room. Good. All the girls he needed to check out where here. One was seated close by, but she had blue eyes (he was really beginning to dislike blond girls with blue eyes!), so he moved on to the next girl. Nope, hers were too dark, probably brown or black.

The last two girls. Damn, too far away to tell, he'd have to try to get closer. Standing up, Draco walked over to a spot closer to the two girls. A master of being smooth and cool, no one paid him much attention (which would have irked him under different, more normal circumstances). Arriving at his destination, Draco picked up a book from a nearby table with an air of indifference and nonchalance. He flipped through it for several moments but his attention was actually focused on the two blond girls near him (which was unfortunate for Draco; if he had been paying attention, he would have noticed that the book he had picked up was titled "The Magical Kamasutra: Spice Up Your Sex Life with Spells and Potions", and he was also 'reading' it upside down). Draco casually looked to his right. Blue eyes (again!). Nope. He looked left and his heart stopped.

Gray eyes!

Blond hair!

Slytherin!

Girl!

Correct height!

He found her! Draco then looked at the girl and not just her individual characteristics. Blaise? Potter liked Blaise Zabini? Not who he expected. But that didn't matter, he found her!

So, why wasn't he as excited or as happy as he had thought he would be?!

End Part 3

-I'm not too satisfied with this part :( I don't think it's as funny as the previous ones. But I got so many demands to write it quickly so I suppose the quality isn't as good than it would have been if I had taken my time to write it. Maybe I'll rewrite it some day. *sigh*