It was just after breakfast, and Harry was rushing to make his way to Transfiguration on time. He had forgotten his books, so he told Hermione Ron and Draco to go ahead without him for now, so they did.

He wasn't watching where he was going, because he bumped straight into Neville Longbottom, and both of them fell down.

"Neville?" Harry said. "I didn't know you were here!"

"My gran just dropped me off here," admitted Neville, "She said she wanted some time alone, or something."

"Ah." Transfiguration briefly forgotten, Harry asked, "So, you'll be here the rest of the time, then?"

"Yeah," Neville nodded, and then shifted his books to one arm, to glance at his schedule. "I have, um, let's see, Potions next."

Harry glanced over at Neville's schedule. "Just normal potions, eh?" He sighed, "I have to get to Transfiguration, but as it is, I'll be late, so no sense hurrying or anything."

"I should probably get going to Potions, though, because Professor Snape'll have my head if I'm late, and well, I wouldn't like that." Neville said worriedly.

"Oh, don't worry. If you're late, tell him it was my fault so he can have a field day on me later," Harry said.

"I couldn't," replied Neville, "That's really mean."

"No, really, it's ok, since I did detain you and stuff . . . " Harry shifted his own books so he could walk to class. That was when Draco came.

"There you are! C'mon Harry, we're going to be late." Draco came and rubbed up against Harry, nipping at his ear and giving him a quick kiss. "Hermione and Ron are waiting."

Harry blushed a little. "Coming."

Draco started off, and Harry nodded good-bye to Neville.

"Wait! Harry! What was that about? I thought you and Malfoy were enemies! Harry?" Poor Neville looked extremely confused.

"Don't worry about it now Neville, we're going to be late!" Harry said.

"But . . . but . . . you hate Malfoy . . ." Neville said as Harry and Draco walked off, leaving a VERY confused Neville.

~~~

"So, what did you do that for?" Harry asked as he and Draco walked along the corridors. "And shouldn't we hurry?"

"Eh," said Draco, "Whatever. We can be a few minutes late. Besides, I felt like doing that and I feel like talking now."

"Oh yeah! So why did you do that during Potions anyway?" Harry said, "Snape kept looking at me like I was the weirdest person ever!"

"Hate to break it to you, but you are," Draco said.

"Oh, please!" said Harry, "and you're not at all?"

"Of course not," replied Draco smugly.

They began walking a bit quicker towards the Transfiguration classroom nonetheless; they didn't want to be too late.

"I can't believe what Hermione and Ron did to us . . . we REALLY need to get them back," Harry said after a minute.

"It's not my fault Hermione is so bloody clever," said Draco, scowling. "Everything I think of, she's two steps ahead of us."

"I feel really pathetic, because she and Ron keep outdoing us," sighed Harry.

Draco nodded. "Well, I'm sure we'll think of something."

"Yeah, I guess we're bound to, sooner or later," agreed Harry. They walked in silence for a few moments. "What we need to do," said Harry, thinking out loud, "Is simply get them in a situation they can't just get out of."

"We need something ingenious, so that she can't find her way out of it." Draco said. "Ron will hinder her, if we do it properly. I think we should count on that to make our plan work."

"Singing valentines?" Harry suggested.

"In the middle of summer?"

"Oh, right."

There was another pause.

"A love letter 'written' by Ron accidentally found?" Harry finally suggested.

Draco considered this for a bit. "You know, if we get it to the right people, everyone will know it before lunch tomorrow."

"Yeah, I think it's actually a good bet."

"We'll compose it during Transfiguration."

"Provided we even GET there," Harry said. They walked a bit faster still, but it was a lost battle.

As they were passing by a door, they heard a loud crash, followed by two 'ouches.'

"Did you hear that?" Harry asked Draco as they both looked at the door closely.

"If a crash and someone was what you heard, then yeah."

Draco and Harry both raised an eyebrow towards the door, uncertainly. What was in there anyway? Was it just Filch getting a broom, or were there two people in there, doing things Draco and Harry did not want to see?

"We should lock them in a broom closet sometime," Draco said suddenly, and they both laughed a little. Then there was a noise from behind the door again. Harry and Draco exchanged looks again.

"You wanna see what it is?" Harry said.

"Not really, but I do want to see who it is," Draco said. "Blackmail, you know."

"You're evil!"

"I try."

"On the count of three, then."

"One. Two."

"Three!" they said together, and opened the door. Nothing could have prepared them for what they saw. Expected two students, they were VERY shocked to see Snape, with someone behind him, though it was hard to tell who. Somewhere in the distance the bell rang for classes to begin, and Harry briefly realized it didn't matter whether or not Neville was late at the minute.

But back to matters at hand. Harry and Draco sort of stood there, gaping at Snape, who turned around, and looked just as shocked to see them there.

"You - you - and - " Harry tried to say something, but found he couldn't."

"What in the - why -" Snape said, for once at a loss for words.

"Sir, could you explain, please?" Draco finally managed to say.

There was silence.

"Perhaps I should ask you two why you are not in class," Snape sneered, having regained the power to talk finally.

"Well, you have a class to teach waiting for you as it is, so it's not like you can speak!" Harry said, able to talk now as well. Snape must have really lost track of time. But who in the world was he with?

"Be as it may," glared Snape, "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior!"

Normally, when Snape was mad, Harry would just deal, but this was a bit much. "Excuse me," said Harry, "But I do believe YOU are the one who is sticking his tongue down some student's throat."

"And you're the ones spying on me do so." The retort was quick, but Snape looked a bit worried. Draco realized that it could mean his job if they told.

"Tell you what," Draco said finally. "You give us excuses for why we're late today to McGonagall, and we forget this ever happened."

"But," Harry started to say, but was cut off by Draco, who waved a hand to indicate 'be quiet'

Snape glared, and then said, "Fine. Let me step out of here, and I'll write you two a note."

"Fine."

While they glared at each other, neither Harry nor Draco saw the purple- eyed black haired girl dart out of the broom closet.

~~~

Transfiguration came and went, as did lunch, and then Divination and Care of Magical Creatures. Just before dinner (Well, everyone else was at dinner) Hermione and Ron stood in the empty common room, talking.

"Can you believe Snape was SNOGGING in a BROOM CLOSET?" Ron was saying, wide eyed. "I would have never thought . . . "

"He is one of the last people I expected to be in a closet, but go figure. I wonder who he's seeing," Hermione said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "Maybe another teacher? A student?"

"I have a clue nor do I care," Ron declared firmly.

"Well, it doesn't matter very much right now," Hermione decided. "We need to decide what we're going to do next."

"Oh, Draco's taken care of that for us," Ron said, somewhat sarcastically. "We can now add blow job during Potions to the list of stuff they've done."

"I think that was rather funny," laughed Hermione. "The look on Harry's face was PRICELESS!"

"I guess so," Ron said, smiling a little. "But, still, this leaves us even LESS options."

"Well, I have managed to come up with plans every other time, haven't I?" Hermione said, all business like for a moment, "I'm sure I'll come up with something."

"Yeah, probably."

There was a very long paused, and then they started to go down the stairs to go eat dinner.

"By the way, Ron, what about my ten galleons?"

Ron just glared.

~~~

Before Ron and Hermione came down, however, Harry and Draco were busily writing the 'love letter' to be discovered that night.

"It has to be believable," Harry kept saying as Draco wrote, imitating Ron's messy scrawl.

~Well, I dunno how to say, this, really~ The note began. "Yeah, that seems like something Ron would say. 'I can't say this in person, but there's something I really want to tell you.' Or something like that."

"How about," Draco said as he wrote, " 'I know sometimes I'm really mean to you, but I've noticed that sometimes that means someone likes you'. It has 'Ron' written all over it."

Harry nodded. "Right. Maybe something along the lines of a bit of poetry? I'm not sure if Ron would be any good at that, but probably not."

" 'Your hair is really curly, and your eyes are really blue and all I know is I'm really in love with you.' " said Draco, writing down the poem.

"Perfect." Harry paused, "Are Hermione's eyes blue?"

"I dunno, but it rhymes."

"Yeah, Ron would do that," decided Harry.

In a few minutes, they were finished, and none too soon, as Ron and Hermione choose that moment to enter the Great Hall. Dinner was enjoyable then, as they talked about lessons and Snape and his mystery girlfriend.

"Well, for all we know," Ron said, eating some potatoes, "It could be Dumbledore."

"That's a SCARY thought," Harry said automatically. "That is a VERY scary thought."

"I doubt it," said Hermione. "That is pretty scary."

Draco said nothing, because he knew that there was once upon a time when Dumbledore was younger than a thousand when Snape likes him. But that was AGES ago.

~~~

Finally, Harry and co. made it upstairs to go to sleep. With a deft flick of the wand, Draco 'dropped' the letter on the seats that the group of most gossipy girls sat at, for them to find the next morning.

"This is going to be great."





I'll try to get a dream in tomorrow, but this is all for now! Ja ne!

(Oh, and chocolate for the reviewers!!!! I'm very happy you guys liked that last chapter; I was really proud of it)