A/N: The second last chapter! :O Wow. And the holidays are ending pretty soon, so it's just as well, I guess. :D I'll be sad when the fic ends 'cause I probably won't be posting for quite a while... ¨Csob- But anyway. Sorry if this one took too long! :D Replies are at the bottom!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything. :)

Harry's POV
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As I was headed for the Charms classroom, thinking about Valentine's Day and the ridiculous ideas that Lockhart could come up with, I heard a gruff voice calling out through the crowd of students rushing to get to their classes ¨C ''Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!''

Overcome with dread, I was rooted to the spot momentarily ¨C being given a Valentine in front of a group of first-years was not my idea of fun. I took one step forward, but the Valentine dwarf had already made his way over to me ¨C at an amazing speed, considering the number of students who were milling around in the corridor.

''I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person,'' he said menacingly, his tone suggesting some sort of sadistic, twisted delight at my embarrassment.

''Not here,'' I said desperately, looking for the nearest escape route. Ron and Hermione looked on helplessly. Somehow, this scene reminded me of the time with Lockhart in Flourish and Blotts.

''Stay still!'' The dwarf seized my bag tightly, refusing to loosen his grip. I unsuccessfully tried to yank it out of his hands, wondering just how much Lockhart had paid them to do their job so conscientiously.

''Let me go!'' With one last frantic tug, the bag ripped and the contents of my bag crashed to the floor. The almost-full bottle of red ink hit the hard surface and ink started to spread over parchment and books, soaking everything. I tried to clear up the mess as fast as I could, seeing as the dwarf was starting to strum his harp.

''What's going on here?'' A cold and familiar voice rang out clearly, and my fingers slipped on the smooth cover of Gadding with Ghouls, saturating it in yet more ink. As I looked up to confirm my suspicions, I saw a flicker of warmth in the cool, distant gaze and somewhere at the back of my mind I recalled a soft but brief kiss, stolen in a corridor near the Great Hall. I could feel the colour rising to my cheeks and turned away hastily, shoving my belongings into my bag.

Draco Malfoy was about to witness my impending humiliation.

Draco's POV
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I tried to catch his eye from across the hall, but he was too busy trying to flee from one of Lockhart's Valentine dwarfs. As he engaged in a spot of tug-of-war with the diminutive man, I smirked with satisfaction, wanting to see exactly how he would take to receiving a Valentine ¨C and a singing one at that ¨C in a crowded hallway.

As his bag gave way, everything fell to the floor and created a mess any house-elf would kill to clean up. People gingerly tried to sidestep the ink on the floor and the hallway slowly jammed up with students coming in from other classes. I decided now would be a good time to make my presence known.

''What's going on here?'' Potter froze and looked up, and suddenly I was locked in the green brilliance of his eyes, my attempts to look away futile. He'd had that effect on me ever since I kissed him... well, again, quite a few weeks ago. He blushed and began to push the sodden parchment and books into his bag recklessly, staining it a bright red in the process.

''What's all this commotion?'' Peter Weasley came onto the scene ¨C or was it Perry? I think Crabbe told me it was the latter the night he had a stomach ache. It didn't matter, in any case.

Potter went round the bend at the sound of his voice. He tossed the bag to one side and got up, preparing to dash for safety, but the dwarf flung himself on Potter's knees and held tight as Potter tripped and fell face first. As he winced from the fall, the dwarf settled himself on Potter's ankles comfortably before clearing his throat and positioning his harp. I folded my arms, waiting to see what would happen. Potter closed his eyes in resignation.

''Right, here is your singing Valentine:
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.''

It was even funnier than I thought it would be, and as the laughter resonated in the hallway and students clutched their friends' shoulders for support, I struggled to keep the smirk on my face from turning into a genuine smile. The Weasel was laughing so hard he was on his knees, one hand on the floor supporting his weight as he wiped his tears away with the other, and the side of Granger's mouth was twitching even though you could see she was trying very hard not to enhance her friend's discomfiture. Potter turned even redder than Weasley's hair and tried to laugh with the other students as he made an effort to stand up, only those eyes giving away what he really felt.

Harry's POV
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Percy tried to herd the crowd off to their classes, his normally serious face also contorted with the exertion of trying not to laugh. ''Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class now. And you, Malfoy.'' As I turned to Draco, he bent down and picked up Riddle's diary, showing it to Crabbe and Goyle with the air of one who had discovered the culprit who opened the Chamber of Secrets; or in his case, the air of the one who opened the Chamber.

''Give that back.'' I said as calmly as I could. He was smirking vindictively, obviously pleased at the idea that he had discovered something personal of mine. Secretly I wondered if it was due to the fact that he thought he could embarrass me or because he wanted to know me better. The flush returned to my face as I tried to wipe this notion from my mind.

''Wonder what Potter's written in this?'' he said, as he ran his fingers over the black cover exultantly, not noticing the year that was printed on it. The laughter stopped completely as people stared at the 492nd confrontation between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. (Of course I haven't been counting, it's just a figure of speech.) Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ginny looking back and forth from me to the diary, a perplexed expression on her face. I dismissed it as pure curiosity about what I had written in it and also concern for me.

''Hand it over, Malfoy.'' Percy said, striding over to him with one hand outstretched.

Draco's POV
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I couldn't help thinking that maybe there was my name scrawled all over the pages of the book, especially since Potter was looking quite taken aback at the sight of me holding his diary. ''When I've had a look,'' I said as I waved it at him mockingly.

I was just about to eagerly flip it open to the first page when suddenly he shouted ''Expelliarmus!'' and the diary flew out of my grasp. Weasley caught it, and to my chagrin, he was (dare I say it?) smirking. I was outraged. Weasley, use my trademark expression?

His Prefect brother sharply announced that he would have to report this incident to the authorities, but Potter didn't seem to have heard him. He smiled at me winningly, knowing he had just foiled my plan. Suddenly I wasn't so sure I minded not seeing Potter's diary in exchange for this, well, vision of unknowing allurement.

''I don't think Potter liked your Valentine much!'' I hollered at Weasley's sister to vent my anger, and she shot off into her class like a rocket, burying her face in her hands. This was some compensation for the bitter pill I had just received, and I felt a little better as I walked off to class with Crabbe and Goyle behind me.

When Lockhart had, at breakfast, introduced his ludicrous idea of having Valentine dwarfs deliver declarations of love, a little scheme had developed in my brain, one that would embarrass Potter and at the same time let him know exactly how I felt. Yes, that's right. The thing is, the one who sent the Valentine was me.

A/N: Haha, how'd you like that? :P The idea refused to go away. :D Anyway, apologies for not much, um, action in this chapter. ;) I just didn't see how it was possible for them to do anything in a crowded hallway. (Come on, they're not officially together or anything. Yet. Uh, that wasn't a hint, actually. XD) Hope you don't kill me for that. :D The last chapter will be quite serious, confrontations and all that. ¨Cwinkwinknudgenudge- ;) I'm pondering whether I should have a happy ending 'cause then it'd kind of change book 3 which would be completely XP. Please review! Thanks. I wouldn't say no to hitting 50 reviews... 55's a nice number too; nice and repetitive. Ok that was so subtle. :D

If you find it weird that Ginny would run into her class when it wasn't her who sent the Valentine, the reason is because she was mortified that Harry thought she was the one who embarrassed him in the hallway. Does that make sense? Heh. I have warped logic.

Thanks to Tine (Thanks for saying I rock in your fic! ¨Csobs uncontrollably- Uh, that was supposed to be a good thing. :P I missed it the first time I read it. [Darn FF.Net's tiny font] :D Looking forward to your Christmas fic!), Rinoa Eclipse (Thank you! But I'm afraid there won't be much more, because the next chapter is the last one! :'( I feel your pain. XD), KittyKat15 (Thanks a lot! But really, the ideas are all J.K.'s, so the credit is all hers. :D), Diamond Angel (I really know what you mean about them being only twelve and all. Actually, I found it really weird too. Could we all just ¨Cahem- overlook this fact? Heh. :P), HeartoftheDragon (Haha, this one didn't have snogging, sorry! But don't worry, it'll definitely happen in the next, considering it's the last ¨Csob- one...), Jay Kamiya (Heh thanks!), Cali (I really loved your review! :D), Icicle (Beware the flames my dear Icicle. Haha :P), Forfirith (Thanks! :D ''Talented'' ¨C I'm really touched! ¨Cfaints from happiness-) and Miss Razberry (I just love fluff. :D).