Disclaimer: Characters and setting belong to JK Rowling and her publishers; crazy plot and unrecognizable characters are mine.

A/N:  This started out as a cookie series in a D/hr ficlet thread in Fiction Alley Park. Here is the link to that thread:  

http://www.fictionalley.org/fictionalleypark/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=23174

This cookie series is still in progress. Check out updates here and over there at Fiction Alley Park. And yeah, my penname is queen of slytherin over at FA Park.

~ Crushing on You ~

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The next morning…

Draco sat at the head of the Slytherin table, quietly eating his buttered toast, while the other Slytherins chatted happily around him. He scowled at them. Why were they so…so alive and awake at seven in the morning? He looked at Crabbe and Goyle who were seating near him. They were sniggering stupidly at a lewd joke Zabini just excitedly told. Weren't there anyone aside from Draco who felt like dozing off on the table right then and there?

Suddenly he heard a female voice against his ear. "Draco, you look like you're still asleep. Want me to wake you up?" the voice purred softly.

He turned around in his seat and saw Pansy behind his chair. She was leaning against the backrest, a suggestive look on her face. Draco felt some of the sleepiness fade away. He hated Pansy's guts, but she sure grew up to be one hell of an eye candy.

"And how would you do that?" Draco said. His voice came out in a soft, hungry growl.

"Like this." And then she leaned forward to kiss him. With heat. Well, kiss wasn't exactly the right term. Devoured was more like it. Draco didn't mind. No, not at all. He practically swallowed her tongue as well.

They broke apart after what seemed to be hours. The whole Slytherin table whistled, cheered ("He scores!"), and whooped. Pansy smiled a self-satisfied smile and slid on her seat beside her usual gang of girls. Draco leaned back on his chair and smirked smugly. He felt awake now, and he felt like a lord. He was in his element.

At that moment, a flurry of owls swooped inside the Great Hall. A few owls landed on near Draco's plate. He recognized his majestic eagle owl carrying a bag of sweets from home; a plain brown owl from The Daily Prophet office, carrying the day's paper; and an old school owl carrying a rolled up piece of parchment. A school owl? Why would anyone in Hogwarts send him an owl when he or she could just talk to him?

Curious, he untied the string around the owl's leg and took the piece of parchment. He unrolled it, and an overpowering sweet smell met his nose. Gah, it was scented stationery parchment. He wrinkled his nose and read:

Dearest Draco,

I think I'm in love with you. Yes, I know that people think I hate you, but I don't. I'm just repressing my real feelings.  I just got tired of keeping it to myself. And I got tired of the verbal fights we had. I think it's petty, the way we insult each other all the time. That's why I'm letting you know what I feel, even if you don't know my identity yet. As of now, I can only give you the initial of my first name as a clue. But in time I'll reveal myself to you.

I hope you feel the same way about me. I hope you don't really hate me, even though it seems to be the case.

Lovingly yours,

H

Draco's eyes practically bulged out of the sockets. Who the bloody hell sent this? Was this a joke? Or was this for real? He stared at the letter, trying hard to place the handwriting—but he couldn't place it. And he doubted if he could even if he went round researching for it. The words were written in printed block letters.

He clucked his tongue as his forehead creased in deep thought. Who was the one he always insulted? Well, he always insulted a lot of people (really, he was superior over them), but who was the one he insulted all the time, and who often did the same to him? Who was the one he always had verbal fights with? Who was the one he hated, and who hated him back? Who was the one with a first name starting with H?

Suddenly, the puzzles pieces clicked into place. And as they did so, a very sick feeling sunk in Draco's stomach.

Could it be—oh no, heaven forbid, if there really was a heaven—POTTER???

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