A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time, but the damn computer blew up... *glares at computer screen* Then my e-mail address backfired... so I have to make a new one, only I can't think of a name. Anyone wanna help (drop a review, I appreciate those a lot more now since I can't have email. *daggers shoot at yahoo and the computer screen, sent from Mia's eyes*)? Um, here goes. Hope ya like it.

~Mia

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It seemed that Harry was avoiding Draco, but in fact he was really trying not to think about him. Now that Draco and him seemed to be falling in love with each other, he was having second thoughts. What if Draco wasn't really in love with him? What if he wasn't really in love with Draco? What if he wasn't really gay, it was just a fifteen-year-old thing?

Well, if he was gay, shouldn't Ron be too? I know Hermione's...that way, he thought to himself; but Harry had never seen anything that might give away the fact that Ron swung the other way, too.

It was morning, and Harry was in the Great Hall. He heard a rather loud whisper - "Harry!" Harry whirled around. He thought he saw a silhouette that looked remarkably familiar, but it was quickly leaving...

His thoughts went from "be sensible, be calm, don't be strange, don't be hasty, don't make the teachers stare at you," to "get to Draco, get to Draco, now, now, now, doesn't matter who sees you, NOW, Harry, NOW!"

Harry rushed straight out of the Great Hall. "Harry?" came Ron and Hermione's voices, rising together in surprise - and concern (not that Harry noticed this). The fifteen-year-old ran right on, pausing every few footsteps to listen for Draco's voice.

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Draco ran on. What had possessed him to do that? Why didn't he remember his own promise to himself, to get away from Harry? He was a Potter. Most especially, he was the Boy Who Lived. Draco, Draco /Malfoy/, couldn't love... even /like/ a Malfoy. He couldn't even have him for an ally; he was a sworn enemy, like Harry was enemies with Voldemort - the very man Draco's father served.

In his thought, the silver-haired boy stopped for rest. Before he could conceal himself in the shadows, Harry ran straight into him. They toppled to the ground. "Draco..." murmured Harry. All words escaped Draco; his thoughts dissipated. All he could see was Harry....

"Do you love me?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Everybody loves each other, don't they?!" came a familiar screech of laughter. Harry and Draco looked up in resignation, and saw Peeves, as they had expected. But they had not expected a different man to be right behind him, looking quite livid.

That man was Professor Severus Snape.

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A/N: *shiver* Ooh, and the plot thickens! Lol. Wait, there is a plot? *thinks for a minute* Nahhh...

~Mia