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Chapter Two

Harry tightly squeezed his eyes closed. This is not happening, this is not happening, he repeated the thought to himself in the few precious seconds he had left. Maybe Hermione will get hit with the arrow, or even Ron. They could be a happy little threesome. Just, not Malfoy. Anything but Malfoy.

As usual, Fate laughed, and it was Malfoy. The Boy Who Would Not Succumb struggled valiantly to resist the love spell that had imbedded itself in Harry's thigh.

"Er...Hermione, this is bad. Really bad. Bad multiplied by ten. Bad multiplied by—"

"There's nothing we can do. Just comfort Harry after this is all over."

When Harry reached down to pull out the evilest arrow ever, it wasn't there. He couldn't even feel a rip in his clothes. Perhaps, he thought, it didn't really happen. Maybe it was just a horrible dream that he is about to wake up from because Ron is screaming about spiders again. He didn't really feel any different. It was now or never, and while never was looking pretty good, Harry opened his eyes. He didn't feel any different. Maybe the arrow was a dud. Maybe-

Harry looked at Malfoy and gasped. A flood of emotions had rushed into him the second he saw the blond boy. Malfoy looked rather shocked too. Something about Malfoy called to him. Harry had to consciously stop himself from going closer.

"Harry. It's not real. It's just the arrow."

"Ron's right, Harry. I know it feels right, but it's not. Just think about how you'll feel tomorrow."

He'll feel wonderful tomorrow, him and Malfoy. Until this wore off, but still, until then was a long time. A whole twenty-four whole hours, in fact.

"You'll thank us for this later." With that said, Ron and Hermione each grabbed one of Harry's arms (thus separating for the first time since being cupid's target practice) and marched him out of the dungeons.

Malfoy, still a little bewildered, stared after the trio. He involuntarily took a step forward then stopped. The blond scowled and began to trail them.

Harry's "friends" had led him back to the common room where they normally spent their time between classes.

"Okay, we're going to sit here, work on assignments, and not think about any stupid gits." Ron seemed rather adamant about this, Harry noticed. Well, not thinking about any stupid gits was easy. Voldemort could be classified as such, so no thinking about him. The same goes for Snape. So, Harry decided, he'll think about him and Malfoy. Once he was able to get away, he could go find Malfoy, an empty classroom and-

"Harry, are you listening to me? Harry?"

Was Hermione saying something?

"Hmm. What? Oh, oh, sorry. I was thinking about this essay."

"The parchment's blank"."

"I knew that! That's why I was thinking about it. Look, I left this book I need in the green house. I...I've got to go get it." All things considered, Harry thought that went pretty smoothly. They didn't look that suspicious.

Once Harry was out of the portrait hole, he started having second thoughts. Or rather, first thoughts on what he was actually planning on doing. Maybe ravishing Malfoy in an empty classroom was a bad idea. Despite the feelings, Harry knew Ron and Hermione were right. This was all just some stupid spell that Dumbledore used to get his jollies. He knew he really hated Malfoy, and tomorrow there will be consequences. But it was hard to think about the consequences. Fortunately, as it turned out, Harry did not have to decide on what to do.

As Harry passed an empty doorway, two hands reached out and grabbed him. One of the hands covered his mouth before he could scream.

"Be quiet. It's me." Harry did not need a name to recognize that voice. He quickly tried to nod his understanding. The hand let go, and Harry spun around.

Draco Malfoy was half sitting, half leaning on the teacher's desk. He looked so casual, as if it were a normal occurrence to confront the person the person who only twenty minutes ago was his enemy, but now was experiencing mutual feelings of...something.

"So...er, hello."

"Is that all you can say, Potter?" No, he could actually say a lot more. A whole lot more if one was going to be technical.

"I don't know." Harry then frowned at his answer. This was still Malfoy, the person whose arse he would have gladly hexed off a day ago. So what if he now thought of that arse in a whole new light. "Look, Malfoy, this is just as new and as weird for me as it should be for you. I'm sorry if I don't know how to say that I want you."

Instead of having some sarcastic retort, Malfoy merely nodded. Harry was beginning to see that he was not the only confused one.

"Yeah, well." Malfoy seemed to be conflicted about what to say. He sprawled out on the chair behind the desk, pondering his words. "I know I am going to hate myself and when my family finds out..." A dark look crossed his face before he continued. "But right now, I don't care. I don't care this isn't real. I don't care we actually hate each other. I don't care what other people will think."

"That's how I'm feeling." Once Malfoy admitted it, Harry was able to do the same.

"That was one strong spell."

"How long does it take to get to green house two?"

"About ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Why?"

"Harry's been gone for a half an hour." Hermione was looking down at Ron, concerned. The down part was because she was on his lap. The concerned part because she was worried about Harry.

"You don't suppose he had other plans do you?"

"Of course I do. I'm not an idiot. I just thought he might be considerate enough to pretend to have gone to the green house."

"Oh."

Hermione sighed at the display of naivety from her boyfriend.

"C'mon. We better go find him before he does something he'll regret later on."