Hi, everyone! Next Chappy up!

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Harry woke up late the next morning, feeling absolutely horrible. His head was killing him and he knew classes were out of the question for him today. He pushed his face back into the pillow and went back to sleep.

He slept all day, and by night he was feeling better. He grabbed his broom and stood at the window ledge. Looking down gave him no fear, as he had faced much more than vertigo and come out unscathed. Vertigo was a joke to him. It always made him wonder. Why would a person feel dizzy, just by knowing they were high up? It must be hard for them on broomsticks or airplanes. He wondered if a bird ever had vertigo. How silly that bird must feel.

Leaping onto his broom, he flew to the ground, towards the Whomping Willow. Starlight gave the grass, wet from dew, a silver glow. Silver and Green. Slytherin colors.

Malfoy's favorite, I'll bet. He thought, thinking of the blonde Slytherin. His heart seemed to pound louder in his chest as he thought of Malfoy. Bloody Malfoy... he thought. With his daddy's money and his obnoxious attitude. Bet he's never seen a day of suffering. Never given up hope on anything. Never wanted to die. Bet he never went though anything like I did with Vernon.

Still thinking of Malfoy, he walked closer to the Whomping Willow. Suddenly, his breath caught in his chest. A figure was leaning against the tree. Hair like spun gold, and a build that seemed stolen from Greek Mythology. Carefully, Harry stepped behind the tree, to get a closer look. The figure, a boy about his age, was taking notes in a small book. On... the sky?

Harry stepped closer. Who was he? Did he know him? Mesmerized by the godlike figure before him, he watched as the boy carefully sketched something in the notebook. The graceful fingers working artfully to master their creation. Harry could not have felt more hypnotized.

Harry had known he was gay since the Yule Ball. He hadn't slept with many boys, just two, but his brain was dizzy just looking at this boy. He couldn't begin to imagine what sex with him would be like. As the boy looked up, Harry held back a gasp.

Malfoy. Draco Fucking Malfoy.

What the HELL???? MALFOY?!?!?!?! Harry flew into the trees branches, just before Malfoy looked in his direction. Then, he stood and began to walk toward the Slytherin Dungeons. Harry stayed perfectly still and as soon as Malfoy was gone, he grabbed his broom, and flew back to the tower, screaming in his head the whole way.

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Draco tucked his notebook into his trunk and lied in bed. Potter had been on his mind all day. Why wasn't he in classes? Why had he been flying last night? Why didn't he wear a shirt? The image flew back into his head, and Draco nearly fell off the bed. WHY WOULDN'T THAT IMAGE JUST GO AWAY?????

OKAY!!! I ADMIT IT!!! POTTER IS BLOODY HOT!!!! He finally let the realization hit him, and he just barely smiled. He thought Harry Potter, the Gryffindor Golden Boy, was hotter than the Goblet of Fire.

Okay. That's settled.

Rolling over on his side, he tried to move to other subjects.

Like, who was watching him tonight?

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Harry flopped into bed, and though over and over again about what had happened. Draco had looked like an angel. He had felt giddy, dizzy, like he was going to faint. Is that what vertigo feels like? He thought vaguely. No, you couldn't get vertigo by just looking at someone... Wait.

Dizzy?

Giddy?

Faint?

CRAP!

He shoved his face in the pillow. No. He was NOT falling for the Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy. Was he? No! Yes..? NO! Yes...? NOOOOOOOO!

ALRIGHT!!!! FINE! Draco Malfoy is Bloody Hot! Harry groaned into his pillow. Great. Just Great. No, wait, this could be fun! Seducing the Slytherin Prince! Soon, plans began to form in his mind.

The kind of plans the Sorting hat was talking about when it said he would be Great in Slytherin.