A/N: Hey. :D Third chapter already! Wow. :D Anyway, I think I sort of know what I'm going to do with the fic... I won't make it too long, only about 4 or 5 chapters, 'cos if not it'd be dragging on and on with no real plot. I probably won't go into the whole what-happens-after-they-get-together thing ¨C really, plenty of authors out there do it much better than me. Also, I'm going to go with the original plan of doing some of the scenes in the book and then well, an ending. Could be happy, could be sad. -waggles eyebrow- Oh, and go read Icicle's 'One Last Hope' - it's a FF8 fic. -coughsheaskedmetopromotecough- :) Her review is completely hyper -ahem- but her story's good. Really.

I'm not really a big fan of full-blown R-rated slash so uh, yes. Please don't expect that. :\ Sorry, but I know it'd be really lousy and I mean, there's nothing that you haven't read before, right? Probably. :D

Thanks to Tine [You added me to your favourites! -weeps with joy- Eh. Did that make sense? :) Anyway.], QueenStrata [Thanks for the encouragement! :)] Zacarane, Ashes, Ickle-Wicca-Girl, Miss Razberry, silver_dragon, Charlie, Bunny-kuo, Khrystyne, Sabriell Silk and Rikku. Not forgetting nameless reviewers, of course. ;) Oh, and Icicle. I didn't forget you! :D Since I didn't do this in the previous chapter, I thought I'd do it now. :) I'll definitely try and update sooner, but there's homework and stuff so... I'll see how it goes. :D

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything.

Draco's POV
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At lunch, I scrutinised him; discreetly, of course. I didn't want to have Pansy asking me questions on who I was looking at. I knew she'd already started to suspect something was up with me yesterday when I didn't respond to her usual simpering. I saw him now standing with Weasley from across the courtyard, talking. His face lighted up as he spoke animatedly, the smile on his face evident even from a distance.

After what happened in Diagon Alley, I actually hadn't given a second thought to Potter. Well, maybe I did. And a third. And a fourth. But that was it, I swear. And they were just thoughts on how to continue acting the same way I always had toward him. Seriously. But the second I saw him at breakfast, (He didn't come for dinner; flew into Hogwarts in a car, the idiot.) my heart started pounding faster and I had to look down at my porridge and try to focus on the kippers, the milk, anything to distract me from the Gryffindor sitting three tables away. Weasley's Howler was funny, though. The look on his face! It had one good use at least: it distracted me from the boy next to him. Only momentarily, of course, but still.

A tiny Gryffindor first year gripped his camera tightly as he stared at Potter from a short distance away. I frowned. When Potter turned to look at him, his face went scarlet and he tightened his hold on the camera, if that was possible. The first year started speaking to Potter nervously and stepped forward. I started to walk toward them, gesturing to Crabbe and Goyle and wondering what was going on. As I got closer, I heard snatches of the conversation and opened my mouth to talk to Potter for the first time in a month.

Harry's POV
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''And it'd be really good if I could have one of you ¨C maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?'' Colin looked up at me hopefully. I stared at him quizzically. Why in the world would anyone want a signed photo of Harry Potter?

Before I could reply, Malfoy had appeared behind him, sneering ¨C as usual. I dropped my gaze almost immediately and stared at Colin's camera. Why was it that the second he appeared, I lost my ability to speak normally?

Anything, anything but looking at him. Please. Knowing he had probably overheard the conversation so far, I steeled myself for the inevitable, gritting my teeth. And it came.

''Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter? Everyone queue up, Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!'' Malfoy fairly shouted to the crowd in the courtyard and people straggled over to watch the argument that was sure to come. I felt the usual, familiar repulsion rise up and replace my uneasiness as I stared angrily into Malfoy's cool grey eyes. He didn't have to be such a jerk all the time, did he?

''No, I'm not. Shut up, Malfoy.''

''You're just jealous,'' Colin said to Malfoy boldly (well, when you considered his size), his head having to bend back quite a bit as he looked up at him.

Draco's POV
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I looked down at the boy patronisingly. What was with the first years and Potter? First Weasley's sister, now this.

''Jealous? Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself,'' I replied, folding my arms across my chest, my eyes flickering to Potter's forehead. Actually, it did make him special ¨C special enough to make me want to... No! I snapped out of it abruptly. All of a sudden, I felt like digging my brains out with a spoon.

''Eat slugs, Malfoy,'' said Weasley heatedly, glaring at me. Bloody Potter, everybody was always on his side! Well, except the Slytherins, of course, but they didn't count ¨C they were expected to hate him. I returned the look coldly, suddenly really feeling jealous ¨C of Weasley, that is. I wished I could have with Potter what he had with, well, Potter. Maybe even more. Oh, all right, definitely even more. There, it's out now.

Anyway, as I was about to say, it wasn't the same with Crabbe and Goyle ¨C all they did was grunt at my cutting remarks and snigger on cue. Granted, I did like being left to my own devices. I wouldn't want to have an interfering pest like Weasley hanging around me all the bloody time, not to mention anything of Granger. But Potter was different.

''Right, because you snogged him!'' Well, yes, that too. But...

Wait. What...? Damn! That bloody annoying voice was making a far too frequent appearance in my head!

''Be careful, Weasley. You don't want to start any trouble or your mummy'll have to take you away from school,'' I retorted, proceeding to give a world-class imitation of Weasley's mother, if I do say so myself.

I turned my icy stare from Weasley to Potter. As I looked into the green eyes, now dark with fury directed at me, I managed to catch myself in time before I could melt into the ground. ''Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter. It'd be worth more than his family's whole house.''

Harry's POV
***

Just then, Lockhart came into the scene and I had the urge to start bolting in the opposite direction.

''What's all this, what's all this? Who's giving out signed photos?'' he said, through his blindingly white teeth and I wondered fleetingly if it was possible for him to speak without showing them. As he saw me over the many heads, his face lighted up in (what he thought was) understanding and he pushed his way in.

I mentally smacked a hand against my forehead and glared at Malfoy for having gotten me into this. He just smirked, cocked one eyebrow at me and at this I had to force myself to try and breathe normally again. He noticed this and blushed for an instant, quickly sidling back into the throng of people. I stared. He actually blushed! Unbelievable.

''Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry!'' Once again, Lockhart had me in a vice-like grip at his side and told Colin to take the photo, informing him that ''we'll both sign it for you''.

Draco's POV
***

Potter tried to burn a hole in the ground with his eyes, but he wasn't succeeding very well. Now that I was back in the mass of observers, most importantly away from his bloody staring, I could do a little of my own examining.

His dark hair was messy ¨C as usual ¨C and as his head was bent slightly, it covered most of what the first year was trying to take ¨C his face. Which was what he was trying to achieve, I suppose, but I don't know why he bothered. Didn't he know that wizard photos always move? Endearing though, how he tried. I couldn't help but smile. I wiped it off my face as soon as it appeared, of course. Draco Malfoy ¨C smiling? Next thing you know, the sky's fallen.

The first year eagerly grabbed his camera and clicked the button as the bell rang. I made up my mind in a second. I definitely hadn't imagined it the look on his face when I smirked at him ¨C he practically drooled over me.

Hey, at least I'm truthful.

Harry's POV
***

As the bell rang and Lockhart herded the crowd back to the school, I trudged up the steps with Lockhart at the back of the crowd. Someone brushed past me and I felt a slim hand grasp mine, just for a second, as its owner kissed me on the cheek. My face flaming, I jerked my head up from staring at the ground and saw a flash of silvery-blonde hair but Draco Malfoy had already joined the other Slytherins, laughing at my predicament.

A/N: Eh heh... I know they're taking far too long to admit their feelings or whatever, but I think that's the whole fun of it. :D I always get a little disappointed when they finally get together in fics. Happy, of course, but still a twinge of 'Darn! Wish they'd taken longer!' :D So bear with me, 'cause I keep seeing scenes in the book where Draco has -ahem- hidden meanings in his actions and stuff. :) Sorry if the chapters are getting shorter, but I don't want to write a lot just for the sake of filling the page up. :| Anyway, please review! Thanks. :)