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Anyway onto Chapter 3

After sitting there for a few minutes, completely ignoring what everyone around him was saying, he crumpled up the previous letter, and wrote a new one.

Are you really Draco Malfoy? Cause if you aren't I think you should know he's using your moniker. And if you are, well, that's a complete shock. Do you really like me, or is this some cruel joke?

Harry was surprised he wrote that, but he found it was true. If Draco was the person Harry had started to fall in love with, it would be horrible if he didn't mean it.

Were all the songs about me? I've just realised, the others were love songs too. Can we go somewhere to talk? If we can, owl me, you know how to send them to my room, you did once before.

Harry

Harry ate his dinner, and tried to ignore the impulse to look up at Draco and judge his mood, and try to figure out what was going on. If Draco did it as a joke, and Harry could see it in his eyes, it wouldn't do him good to cry in front of the rest of the school. If it was real, it also wouldn't do for him to run over, and hug him, and touch his face, and possibly kiss him in front of the school.

So, he ate, and the second he was done, he sprinted up the stairs, and went to the owlery. He sent his letter, and sat impatiently in the common room. Everyone from Gryffindor had slowly trickled into the room, by the time the owl came to him.

It seems to always go in the same circles, doesn't it, my dear? I like you, then you start to like me, I reveal myself, and you don't think it could be true. didn't I predict this since the very starting point of my letters? Trust me, I do care about you. I sang that god awful embarrassing song to you, didn't I? Though, it did have some supereminent repercussions.

"Hermione?"

"Yeah Harry?"

"Harry, why did you leave so fast?"

"I think I know, he imagined Malfoy being in love with someone, and it was so disgusting, he had to go vomit."

"That's a good theory Dean, but it doesn't work in practice. If that was true, he would have thrown up while Malfoy was singing, not half an hour later. What is it Harry?"

"What does supereminent mean?"

"Oh, got another letter, did you? It's something like really outstanding."

"Yeah, as in Teresa's bj's were completely supereminent."

"Seamus!"

"I'm sorry Herm, I'm just trying to give Harry an example to understand it better. You know, like in a spelling bee, when they use the word you're supposed to spell in a sentence?"

"I'm sure Harry would have understood it without the graphic sentence."

"Oh, come off it Hermione, weren't we having a conversation just the other day about girls being allowed to have sexual feelings? Now, if we boys are talking about our feelings, and girls shy away, doesn't that go against your cause?"

"Those weren't feelings, those were crude nasty things. But, I shall test out your idea. Hey Ginny?" she called out.

"Yeah?"

"Can you come over here and tell Ron about your sexual 'feelings' about Michael Corner?"

"No no no! You stay the hell away from me! Hermione, how could you say-"

Harry, snickering, went back to his letter.

I found out Pansy, who has been after me for the last 6 years, actually doesn't like me, and is a lot less annoying and simpering then I thought. I also found out Crabbe and Goyle, though maybe I should start calling them Vincent and Greg, aren't just my friends because their dad ordered them too. They're actually notably more adept then people think, and they really are friends, and not just my keepers. If you think you can love a Malfoy, then come meet me underneath the entrance to Treelawny's class.

Draco (aka your faithful watcher.)

Harry had another hour before he went to the north tower, so he decided to do homework.

The properties of the manticore venom are quite harmful because

Draco's face was pale, as pale as the moonlight reflecting off snow, and Harry longed to be the one to bring a blush to his cheeks. He wondered if he would blush if they kissed, if he touched those near alabaster lips with his own. He wondered how the boy would react if their mouths slid open, and moist teeth and tongues collided. He wondered what people would say if Harry went up to Draco in transfiguration and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, or walked out of class holding hands

it includes several toxins that do not

Harry thought for a moment of what Ron and Hermione would think, but quickly dismissed the thought. It was time to think of Draco. No, it was time to do his homework.

have readily available cures. When you mix all these toxins together

He would love to mix himself with Draco. Mix their saliva as they kiss, mix their blood as they bite down on each others lips, mix their sweat as they rub against each other in passion, mix their seed as they come with each other.

Harry was jolted out of his thoughts by Hermione saying crossly, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"You've had that page open and that piece of paper out for over twenty minutes, and you've written a sentence and a half. You really have to do this essay, it's important."

"Oh, Hermione, relax. He'll get it done sooner or later."

"Yeah, but if he waits until last minute, I refuse to correct it for him."

Harry sat for another ten minutes, and tried to play chess with Ron, but after his queen's decapitated head hit him in the nose, he realised he couldn't concentrate, and went upstairs to his bedroom.

Arrgh, why didn't he have hair gel? He had to get his hair to lie flatter on his head.

Harry tried to press it down with his hands, only to have it spring back up whenever he moved his hand.

Oh, the hell with it! He went over to Seamus nightstand and took some of his. He rubbed it in his hair, and pressed it flat. Draco was a clean, spotless boy, and Harry wanted to suit him.

He knew it wasn't time yet, but, oh, he couldn't wait any longer. He left the seventh year bedrooms, the common room, the Gryffindor hallway, the left and right and right and straight, until he was in the dining hall, and then he followed the way Sir Cadogan had showed him years ago.

Surprisingly, Draco was already standing there.

"Early too? Well, I guess ingenious minds think alike!"

"This isn't a joke is it? Is Crabbe or Goyle going to pop out of a corner, and say they've seen the whole thing, me madly in love with you, and tell the rest of the school how dumb Potter is?" Harry asked defensively. He had no idea why he had said that. The entire walk to the north tower, he had thought of wonderfully romantic things to say to Draco, but now that he was face to face, all the old hatred and anger came out, again.

"Ah, I see, the circles. Well, what could I expect right?" he started to leave, and Harry knew if he disappeared from sight, the opportunity wouldn't happen again. Draco might have a soul, Harry thought from the letters he did, but he certainly wouldn't put up for embarrassment. And coming back to someone when they've rejected you was embarrassment.

"Wait, no, I'm sorry, come back."

"Yes Harry?" he said. Draco didn't come back, but he had stopped, and that was going to have to be good enough.

"Well, it's just, it's hard to tell if you're being truthful after 6 years of cruelty. You haven't even said to anyone that you care. How do I know you're not bullshitting me?"

"Harry, here's your proof." he strode the rest of the way over to Harry, and planted a kiss on his lips. Harry, of course, kissed back, but Draco was completely in control. Harry's hands wrapped around Draco's waist to pull him closer, and when Draco stopped the kiss, he moaned.

"Don't stop." he breathed, slightly out of breath.

"Look, I was just making sure it was good enough proof for you."

"Good enough? It was, it was, it was-"

"See, now that's why I have a proficient vocabulary, so I can say it was formidable."

"I know that word."

"Yeah, but you never would have thought to use it to describe kissing."

"How about we kiss again, then see if I can come up with a good word."

"Sounds like a plan."

Draco's hands slid up his face, one into his hair, and his other hand caressing his cheek and chin.

Each time they leaned away for a second to take a breath, they would say a word, back and forth, back and forth.

"Beautiful"

"Breathtaking"

"Exalted"

"Grand"

"Impressive"

"Magnificent"

"Majestic"

"Mind-blowing"

"Striking"

"Stunning"

"Wonderful"

"Wondrous"

And in seconds, it seemed, it was 10, curfew time.

"So, Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you say to meet here?"

"Well, despite what others think, I am quite optimistic, and I was hoping we would kiss. And I surmised, if we went to the astronomy tower, someone might see us, or it might be already taken. On the other hand, who else is going to come here to make out, so we won't get caught, and if Treelawny does see us, and she tells the class, I see Potter and Malfoy making out, who would believe her?"

Harry laughed. "True enough."

He went back to the Gryffindor common room. "Harry, what happened to your hair?" Hermione asked.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Mate, your hair, it's all weird looking." Ron.

"It's not weird looking, it's spiked, everyone in North America has it like that." Neville replied.

"Well, who would have taken you for a fashion conasour?"

"And besides, Harry doesn't care about American styles."

"That isn't a American style thing."

"Then what is it Seamus?" Neville asked.

"That's a I-was-just-making-out-with-Kalie,-with-my-hair-still-wet-from-my-imported-from-America-hair-gel,-and-she-ran-her-fingers-through-my-hair,-and-it-dried-that-way style. Except, you don't have any hair gel imported from America. Oh, you didn't. You bitch, you didn't steal my american hair gel did you?"

Before Harry could answer, Seamus sprinted up the stairs.

"Harry, tell me you didn't steal his imported hair gel." Dean said. "You know death becomes whoever takes his hair gel."

"I had to. I didn't have any. I'm going to bed." he walked through the common room, and up the stairs. Seamus was just coming down, and he whispered, "I'll get you."

Harry shook his head and said nothing. He was just opening the door, when he heard Ron's overexcited loud voice say "If it really was that someone ran their hands through Harry's hair and it stuck that way, and he is, well, you know, then that means he got himself a!"

Hermione continued in the same vein. "And the only person he was considering dating was the letter writer-"

"So that must mean he knows who they are!"

"This is great. Except, he told the person to announce it out loud and-"

"Wait." Ron interrupted. "How do you know? He didn't tell me what he wrote."

"Yeah, well, I happened to read over his shoulder as he wrote them."

"How? For some of them you sat nowhere near him."

"Well, you know Fred and Georges extendable ears?"

"Yeah?"

"They also have Expanded eyes. Same idea, but with seeing things, instead of hearing them. I bought some the last time I was in Hogsmede."

"Oh, I've never been to their shop, I figure if they had anything good, they would tell the family about it."

"Yeah, but your mom doesn't really like it, remember. So, anyway, he told them to announce themselves, and that day Draco starts singing love songs."

"Shit, you're right. And at the end of the last song, he said it was brought to you by the faithful watcher."

"I know. I think it might be Draco that-"

"No freaking way!"

"We have to make sure."

He could hear them get up, and start running up the spiral staircase, and he dashed into the room. He wasn't ready to talk to them. He knew there was no point in doing a locking spell, Hermione would alohamora it away in a second flat. So he took the dresser nearest the door, Neville's, and dragged it in front of the door.

Just as it was in the right position, he heard what must have been Ron throw himself against it.

"Oh honestly," Hermione said, "You'd think we were in first year again."

"If we were in first year, you would think we needed wood to start a fire."

"Don't start with me Ron."

"Well don't 'oh honestly' me Hermione."

"I'm just saying, there are spells to unlock a door. Alohamora!" the unlatched door made no noise, and Hermione tried to open it, but it wouldn't, of course.

"Like I was saying, Harry would know by now not to lock a door to stop us."

"You were saying no such thing! You were making feeble attempts at dissing me, but you said nothing about your theory on Harry."

"It wasn't so feeble when you found yourself compelled to fight back."

"I was not fighting! I was merely-"

Harry snickered at them arguing again, and laid down on his canopy bed. He drew the curtains, but he could still hear them. He preformed a silencing spell, and ah, perfect silence.

He drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Draco's eyelashes, and words like formidable and exalted in his head.

He was woken up rather suddenly by someone biting his hand. He looked down, and there was a owl with a letter not even in a envelope tied to it's leg.

He opened it.

HARRY YOU STUPID GIT. YOU BLOCKED THE DOOR, AND YOU FELL ASLEEP, DIDN'T YOU. IT'S FRICKING MIDNIGHT, AND ME AND THE REST OF THE BOYS WANT TO GO TO BED. NEVILLE WANTED TO GO GET DUMBLEDORE, BUT I TOLD HIM IT WASN'T NECESSARY. OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, I'M TIRED.

RON.

Harry scrambled up, and removed the dresser.

"About damn time." Seamus mumbled, and they all changed into their pyjamas and went to bed.

The last thing that was said to him, besides them all friendly calling him a git and a prat, was Ron. He said "Just because we couldn't talk to you tonight, doesn't mean we won't talk to you tomorrow.

Harry managed to avoid them both most of Friday, he sat with Neville in class instead. That didn't stop them from trying to ask him questions, but they didn't want to mention anything out loud, where a lot of others could see, and he wouldn't let them corner him. It was an exhausting feat, trying to stay away from people that were that determined, and Harry was looking forward to holing up in the woods where they wouldn't look for him. The highlight of his day was when Draco walked by him, and scowled for appearance's sakes, but whispered majestic.

Then he remembered what was going on, and he realised he was screwed. He had quidditch practice, and since fifth year, Ron was the keeper. Harry, of course was the seeker, while Ginny had taken chaser, after Harry took seeker back. Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper were still the beaters, and Kaciela Toch and Mab Applewood were the other two chasers.

He knew Ron would corner him and force him to answer, and though he wouldn't actually have it, Ron was quite like his mum in the fact he made Harry feel bad and spill the truth like veritaserum.

He walked down to the Gryffindor locker room, and saw the others already there. And to Harry's surprise, his robes and broom were in a corner, instead of in his locker.

"Who did it?" he asked patiently. He didn't want to seem like he was trying to be in charge as Mab was quite touchy. He had been allocated team captain, but he didn't want it, so he had given it to the fourth year chaser. She had much more of a strategic mind for it, and it was a responsibility Harry didn't want, so he wouldn't have to think of that as the Dark Lord got nearer. As Kaciela was in fifth year, and Andrew and Jack were fellow fourth years, she had to control a group of older peers, and she was rather sensitive if she thought someone didn't respect her.

"Dunno Har, it was already out when we got in."

"Yeah, I was the first in, and it was already on the floor." Jack said.

Harry walked to his locker warily. If someone knew the combination lock to open it and take his stuff out, who's to say they didn't put something nasty in it. He shuddered, thinking of a blast ended skrewt exploding out of the cubby when he opened it.

But it wasn't a blast ended skrewt. It was actually about the most opposite you could get from a blast ended skrewt.

When he opened the door, a shower of flowers spilt out of the locker. In fact, so many came out that he realised it must be a charm instead of just filling the locker. They washed over the floor, and Harry's legs were covered to the mid shin.

"Ohhhh, someone likes you!" Ginny said.

"I wish someone would do something that romantic for me!" Kaciela sighed.

"It's not that great, it's just a pile of flowers." Andrew commented.

"You have no soul." Mab said.

After several minutes of them pouring out, and getting higher and higher, Mab said, "I know it's gorgeous, but if it doesn't stop, we're going to have to leave and do quidditch practice. We really need too."

"About damn time." Andrew commented.

"I dunno, it's interesting to see how far Harry's crush will go." Ron said in a voice that had no meaning for anyone except Harry, who recognised it as the 'I-am-so-close-to-questioning-him-until-he-can't-talk-anymore' voice.

However, at the same moment that she had said stop, the flowers had stopped pouring.

"Are you kidding me? All I had to do was say stop?" Mab yelled.

The flowers were slowly disappearing, except for a layer that looked to be spelling something.

"Oh, what's it say, maybe it's a message from your crush!" Kaciela squealed.

Harry had three choices. He could basically come out to the entire quidditch team, or he could try to stand on the flowers so the couldn't spell out what they were going to, or he could delay it but still have it happen by taking them out onto the field.

"Look, um, I really think we should be getting outside. We really should practice, I know Mab has a bunch of things she wants to go over." Yeah, sure, he was Gryffindor, so he should have been brave, but he also just couldn't do it. He couldn't admit that he liked, maybe loved a person who he had hated passionately for 6 years.

But, the rest were Gryffindor too, so they weren't stupid. "Um, yeah, you know, instead of putting words in my mouth, you could just say you don't want us to see the note." Mab suggested.

"Harry, you might be able to lie to adults, but to people your age, you're really shitty." Ron added.

They went onto the pitch, but it was just about Harry's worst practice ever. He was thinking of how he would explain Draco's gesture, and he would start to daydream about the reactions of his fellow Quidditch players, especially Ron. Ron would tell Hermione, of course, and Kaciela wouldn't help but tell everyone else, as she was a notorious gossip, though it didn't seem like her fault. She was perpetually honest, and she thought everyone had the right to know everything about everyone else. People just knew by now not to mention certain things by now. So if she found out, so would everyone else.

And he also thought of how sweet Draco was, and how, after that, and the vocabulary kisses, there was no way this was a joke just to get him.

So he was daydreaming, and forgot to look for the snitch for solid minutes. He just slowly flew in figure eights and circles, which was reflex.

After the third time he got hit in the head with the quaffle, he nearly got mashed with a bludger a second time, only to have Jack hit it away and on the back swing slam it into Harry's stomach. Harry collapsed winded onto his broom.

A shrill whistle rang out, followed by Mab screaming "Everyone onto the pitch now!"

They all flew down, and met Mab on the ground.

"Ok, time for evaluation notes. Andrew, you're doing well, but you're sitting too close to the front of your broom."

"Mab, I sit that way because it gets me closer to the action."

"Yeah, but it also puts you off balance. Look, try sitting further back for a few practises, and you judge the difference and decide what you like better."

"Sounds fair."

"Jack, seriously, I mean, honestly." she said exasperated.

"What?" he said.

"Well, at least it's not all bad news, right."

"I wasn't that bad. I worked on the last thing you told me."

"Ok, that's the good news, you have gotten a lot faster, you must have worked on that, that's good. The bad thing is, even if you do hit the bludger away, if you hit the person in the gut at the same time, it doesn't matter if the bludger hasn't touched them. You did it to me, you did it to Harry, and you've done it in the past. You have to work on controlling that back swing, ok?"

"Right."

"Ginny, good, except you have a tendency to only catch with your right hand, and you need to be able to catch with your left too. I'm gonna have Kaciela work on that with you, ok?"

"Should we start now?"

"No, wait until we're done, cause someone might want to make comments too. Ron, good, but you, like Ginny, seem to hover towards the right of the goals, and you need to cover them more evenly."

"'K."

"Me, um, I thought I seemed ok, what do you guys think?"

"Well, Mab, you're good, except when you don't have the quaffle, you spend too much time higher in the air. Me and Kaciela fly lower down, and you need to be a bit closer to us."

"I'll try that. We have one person left, and I honestly don't know what to say."

"I do. Harry, what the hell is wrong with you?" Jack asked.

"Isn't it obvious? He's worried about what his crush has to say." Ginny said.

"No, he's not. He knows what his crush has to say, he's worried we'll find out who it is." Ron explained.

"You're a complete mess, and you're not going to be able to play right until we find out, and show you it's nothing to think about when you should be thinking about the snitch!" Andrew yelled.

"I suggest a Gryffindor quidditch team field trip."

"To where?" Kaciela questioned.

"Back to the locker room. We find it out, we'll be cool, and Harry plays right." Mab said, and without waiting for an answer, she started marching back to the dressing room.

The rest followed, and Harry rushed after them, yelling, "Come on guys, you don't need to do that!"

By the time he got back, the rest had seen, and they were stuck in a stunned silence. Almost afraid to see, he looked down to see what Draco had written.

I love you, you're mine

the kisses were superb

(heh superb) meet me

Draco

"Draco, Harry?" Ginny asked, almost in tears.

That broke the silence, and everyone went off on their own tangent.

"I knew it! I knew it was him! Oh wait until I tell Herm! I knew I was right!"

"You are gay! Damn it! I had a bet with Liz, and I picked not gay. Shit! Now I have to give her 10 sickles. Damn! Why did you have to come out to me? I'm not going to be able to lie to her. Balls!" Kaciela said.

Harry tried to ask Kaciela why he was betting on him, but was distracted when Jack grabbed him by the shoulders.

"You can't like him! He's the seeker for Slytherin, what if you play against him? You can't let your boyfriend win against you because you love him! This is bullshit!"

"Well, um, Harry, if you're ever feeling bad about yourself, there is a Hogwarts gay and lesbian support group. They can help. You don't need to commit suicide just because you're gay."

Harry was going to answer him too, but Mab whistled again, and he found himself wincing and covering his ears instead of saying anything.

"Good, now that I've gotten all of your guys attention, I have something to say. We promised we'd be cool. All of you have to chill, and let Harry talk. Harry, obviously we all have different reactions, we'll shut up and let you respond."

She glared at them all, from the crying Ginny, to the disappointed Kaciela. "We'll all shut up." she repeated.

"Well, I do have a few things to say. Um, first, this wasn't the way I wanted to say it, but I guess I don't really have a choice now, do I? Ginny, yes, Draco. I'm sorry, I know you cared about me, but I really do like him, and he's no where near as evil as the rest of us seem to think he is. And besides, I thought you were over me, I thought you liked Michael Corner? Kaciela, why were you betting on my sexuality? Um, Ron, I don't know what to say to you, because I can't figure out how you're reacting. You said you want to tell Hermione, but why? What exactly do you want to tell her? Jack, I'm not going to throw games, just so he can win. That's stupid, and I'm not like that, I thought you would understand. And finally, Andrew, why would you think I would commit suicide because I'm gay? I'm actually just fine with it."

Andrew said nothing, but pulled up his sleeve to show faint scars across his wrist.

"Oh my god, tell me you didn't Andy!" breathed Mab.

"I did."

"But we were in the same year, you could have told me, I could have made you understand it's ok."

"Well, I couldn't say it, but when I was taken to the hospital wing, I didn't have to say it, Pince guessed, and she helped me. I just wanted to make sure I helped Harry before he was in the hospital wing, you know."

Kaciela ran over and hugged Andrew. "Oh, I love you, don't ever do that again. You can't ever do that again."

"I won't, I'm ok now."

Still hugging Andrew, Kaciela said, "I bet on you because me and Lizzie are fascinated by trying to figure people out. Draco was an obvious, a 10 star boy, as was Terry Boot and Andrew was a 8 star."

"I understand Terry, I mean he's kissed other guys, how could you not know, but Draco? He hasn't done anything obvious. And me? I didn't quite know, not until Ron asked me an important question."

"Harry, it's all in the presentation, and everything about Draco's presentation says gay. You, on the other hand, didn't really have anything. Liz said you were suppressing it, and she said you were gay, and I said no way, so we had a bet. We've had it since first year, your third. Took you long enough to realise it."

"Well, Harry, I don't know what to say, really. He's always seemed like a prat to me, a evil stupid person, but I read that letter, and he seems to have a different side. With all the crap going on in the world, I have to be able to trust some people, and you're one, and so I trust your opinion on Malfoy. And the whole gay thing, I knew you were before you did, so I don't care about that. I do want to talk to Hermione though, would you mind?"

"Of course not."

"Well, we seem to be good, I think we should go practice."

They tramped back out onto the pitch, and played until an hour before dinner.