I hope you guys are liking my story. It is my first Harry Potter fic. I like how it is going so far. Draco's the best. ^_^. Harry should start calling Malfoy Draco soon. It'll be easier for me, as the writer!

When Harry got back into the Gryffindor Common Room (He dropped Malfoy off by the Slytherin Common Room-he was still asleep), the Weasly twins were first to greet him.

"Did you get suspended?" Fred insisted.

"Did you get moved to another house?" He snicked. "Such as Hufflepuff?"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled. "Quit bugging me about it! It was Malfoy's fault! He did some wierd love potion called Aphrodite's Wreathe..."

"Aphrodite's-"

"Wreathe?"

The twins fell over in over whelming laughter. Hermione's cheeks went pink as she approached Harry.

"He used Aphrodite's Wreathe on you, Harry?" She put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry..."

"No! No!" Harry shook his head. "Tha'ts wrong! He drank it on a new moon, the stupid git!"

"The new moon?" Hermione blinked. "Oh, that explains alot..."

She pulled out a small book from her pocket labeled, Ultimate Love Potions.

"I had this in Potions class with the Slytherins a week ago, and I noticed afterwards that the page about Aphrodite's Wreath was torn out."

"Why do you have a Love Potions book anyhow, Hermione?" Ron questioned from behind her. Hermione blushed crimson and tucked the book into her pocket.

"But do you know what I have to do?" Harry hissed to his friends, making sure the Gryffindors couldn't hear him. "To get rid of it, I have to fill out the purpose of the spell. In other words, I have to make it look like I like him."

Ron giggled. "That sounds like fun, Harry. You two make a great pair."

"Don't make this sound a million times worse than what it already is," Harry said.

"It is pretty bad," Ron smiled. "And our first class today is Potions with the Slytherins...heh heh..."

"I have an idea," Hermione interuppted. "Why don't we make a spell so that Malfoy appsolutly loathes you?"

"I mean, he did before he made that Wreath thing though, so it won't be a big deal." Ron shrugged. Harry shook his head.

"Nope, wrong." He could feel himself getting embaressed. "He liked me in the first place-the Wreath was just to make me like him back."

Ron burst up laughing.

"He really is gay?" Ron cried. "God, that's great! I thought he was trying to cast it on some other person, and you just happened to be the glitch! But he likes you! To rich!"

Harry scowled at him. Ron stopped at once.

"I know one spell, it is fairly simple. It is called Deimos's Anger, and I can make that while Snape isn't looking."

"What do you need to get?" Harry asked.

"Well, Snape told us yesterday that we'd begin Fire Musk Potions," Harry and Ron eyed each other, not having the faintest clue of what Fire Musk Potions were. "Which have all the ingredients I need, except for Harry's hair."

"Hair?" Ron looked disgusted. "Kind of like in the Polyjuice potion?"

"I guess you could say that." Hermione said. "So Harry, give me a strand of your hair..."

"Ouch!" Harry squealed when Hermione plucked the hair from his head. "That hurt!"

She brought out an empty glass containor and put the hair into it. Hermione put the bottle back.

"So, there we go. Harry, before we go to class though," Hermione warned. "I'd be aware that Snape would humiliate you if the word about you and Malfoy got to him."

"Or he might just be jealous," Ron joked.

"Be quiet Ron," Hermione warned. "Potions should be trouble. And if the potion does work -we will have to find someway to make Malfoy drink it- we always have Charms to figure something out. And while we are around Malfoy, well, I am sorry to say Harry, but you have to be nice to him."

"Shit!" Harry slapped his forehead. "I forgot about that part!"

"Harry!" Hermione warned. "Your language..."

"How would you like it if Malfoy was hanging all over you?" Harry intimidated. "Or Pansey Parkinson?"

Hermione looked at her feet.

"Well..."

"This conversation is getting me grossed out!" Ron shook his head. He was blushing. "We gotta eat breakfast pretty soon before I completely lose my appetite."

He rushed into the dormitories to get dressed. Harry watched him leave.

"Why was Ron blushing?" Harry asked and looked at Hermione. She shrugged. "You could see he was trying to hide it."

"I don't know. He was acting weird when you and Malfoy were in McGonagall's too." Hermione looked up. "Maybe you should ask him."

"Ask him?" Harry repeated.

He followed after Ron. Hermione fell into the couch in front of the fire and groaned.

"I don't think..." she whispered to herself. "That our secrets are going to be that secret anymore."

~*~

"Hey Ron!" Harry called. Ron was just slipping on his black robes. No one was around - they were already in the dining hall.

"Yo?"

"What was up with you down stairs?" He questioned in the nicest way he could. "You were blushing. And Hermione said that you were acting strange when I was gone."

Ron's ears turned red.

"Um...well...that's..."

Harry was interested.

"Come on, Ron," He edged him. "Tell me what's up. You're hiding something, huh?"

He didn't say anything.

"Is it about someone you like?" Harry felt like he was getting nosy, but he had to know what was the problem. For Ron's sake. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's about someone I like," Ron whispered. "It's been bugging me for a while..."

He stopped.

"You can tell me," Harry reassured him. Ron inhaled.

"Ha-"

"Harry!" Hermione called from downstairs. "Get into the dining hall, quick! Malfoy's up to something!"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"You can tell me later," He said, waving his hand, and quickly put on his robes. "Meet you downstairs."

He exited the room, making Ron feel very empty and stupid indeed. Ron placed his wizard hat on his head and muttered, "Damn."

CHAPTER END