Okay... the fifth thingy wasn't really that important. But since everyone tried to guess what it was. I'll include it in this chappie so all you are happy. As for you all musing why the potion was didn't' work or if it was really screwed read chapter 'Luuurve is in the air' VERY carefully. Yep; it's in there.

Rip off my fingers... hmm? Well... no comment.

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The class was sitting lazily in the dungeons awaiting their teacher. Each buzzed with excitement of free time to spread vicious more rumours, Draco included. Except for Harry.

The class – not to mention the whole school - was busy gossiping; what had happened to Harry? Why did the Ministry of Magic allow this? Did they allow it? Did the Ministry of Magic even allow the use of Love Potions, even in class? Is Voldemort going to attack? Is Snape a Death Eater? Is Malfoy? What's up with Harry and Malfoy? Or Harry and Hermione? And even Hermione and Draco?

Snape ran into the classroom, in attempt of being on time; losing some his haughty air. Nearly everybody couldn't care less.

"Now, back to our topic," Snape began, noticing Harry's insolent gaze, "Can I assist in any way, Potter?" he asked, his conceited tone coming back to him, "Or are you just going to sit there glaring at me looking constipated?' he urged on in a very Slytherin way when Harry didn't speak; he didn't flinch, he was used to such sarcastic remarks from Draco.

"Why... why didn't you even... help me?" asked Harry in a low tone, hissing it out; disgusted with his teacher.

"Come here, Potter: you insolent little attention seeking brat. Merlin's beard! The nerve of you shouting it out like that!" called out Snape; disgusted himself, and led them outside the room.

"I was practically attacked by Voldemort," Snape recoiled at the name, "and you didn't even do a damn thing," Harry spat,

"I was ordered to stay out of it," stated Snape simply,

"By who? By Voldemort himself? What did your grand master and all time idol say? WHY?? So he can simply kill me, once and for all?" Harry scoffed, Draco's sarcastic remarks had definitely rubbed off on him.

"If you really must know; you scar headed buffoon, I was directed by your grand master; your all time idol; our headmaster: Dumbledore," retorted Snape. Harry fell silent. He didn't really believe Dumbledore's explanation before; maybe Dumbledore wasn't telling him everything...

"Wha- Why- Ho-" Harry was paralysed with so many questions, "You expect me to believe that? Coming from you? Look at me; I'm Snape," Harry moved his hand to his face and imitated a parrots beak, trying to emulate the shape of Snape's nose, "I'm not a death eater at all... in fact I've dedicated all my life to protecting young students and educating them. Of course I believe you, Snape." Harry exploded and began to pant. Not only was this a bad-mannered little lecture, but he wiggled his fingers as he talked for his mere amusement. Another one of Harry's ridiculous sights.

Harry realised he just lost it in front of a professor. "Sir," he added, trying to cover up by adding a touch of respect.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," stated Snape before turning sharply and re-entered his classroom ceasing the constant chatter speculating what happened.

Harry starred after him. What the fuck? That coming from a Slytherin? He made a mental note to himself to use that if he ever needed to against Malfoy. He could imagine Malfoy now, totally caught of guard that a Gryffindor had thought of such comeback – Harry wouldn't quite tell him that Snape had used it on him... but still...

As Harry walked trough the door, back into the classroom, he glanced over to Draco. Draco completely ignored him, in a vivid discussion of something or rather, captivating his audience that included Hermione. Harry looked longingly at them both.

Draco was ignoring him.

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Harry spotted Draco and Hermione together walking towards the Great Hall together. Hermione was laughing at something and Draco bowed mockingly to her. His hand flicked up and it appeared to accidentally sweep over hers.

"Draco! Wait up!" called out Harry, as it was time to have lunch. Draco turned irritably, distracted from wooing his girl, and saw Harry. So did Hermione.

They didn't wait for them. Thinking they somehow didn't' hear him,

"DRACO! HERMIONE! WAIT UP!" he shouted again, but they were out of sight as they turned the bend. Harry was insulted. It was impossible not hear him shout like that. But it was typical of Draco to drop him after Draco finally got Hermione.

I suppose Draco drops all his friends after he uses them, thought Harry glumly to himself, ignoring the dark voice in his head telling him that they were never friends. It was so Draco to just ignore him. He didn't like it.

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"I feel horrible leaving Harry back there like that," sighed Hermione,

"But you saw the way he pouted! I was right, you owe me 10 galleons!" he declared pushing back his blonde hair in triumph. Hermione dug into her pocket muttering something treasonous about Gambling and found that she had no spare Galleons.

"I'll pay you later, Draco," she offered, looking mockingly defeated. She blushed realising she had used his first name again. She cursed herself inside; there was no way she was going to forgive him.

"We need to talk," he huskily told her. His voice and touch was missed so sorely that Hermione couldn't flinch away like she so desperately wanted to when he guided her towards the lake.

"This is about... us," he started, breaking the silence,

"There is no us," Hermione somehow managed to wistfully correct,

"That's what I want to talk about. That's bullshit. Are you telling me you don't want to be with me – even just half as much as I wasn't to be with you? That..." he trailed off, as if lost for words, letting her consider what he had just said,

"I-I can't. You have Pansy,"

"Screw Pansy," Draco recklessly said, throwing his arms in the air. Why did he have to create such a mess?

Why? Because you never bothered to tell me anything, thought Draco to himself.

.:: Flashback ::.

"Why Pansy?" Harry randomly asked, referring to the closet incident,

"Why? Don't know, Potter, I guess she was just there. I needed to show the filthy Mudblood whore that she couldn't just fool around. She isn't the only one with strings of people waiting on her," Draco answered, with an expression that suggested that this was typical and how could Harry be so thick as not to know the reason. It was as if such thing was normal. Slytherins.

Harry just stared, horrified at Draco's justification. He stared at the very same spot for quite a long time and he wanted to say something smart and clever to put Draco back in his place. Harry started to trial off into his own thoughts:

This time he had gone too far.

It was bad. And wrong. There should be a stronger word for both like ... badwrong or...

Badong.

Yes. Draco is very Badong.

Harry beamed at the conclusion he just reached and opened his mouth to it off.

"I don't suppose creeping with someone else's girl on the sly just fell short on your little Gryffindor pride? Not to mention the Mudblood shagging you in an empty classroom as soon as she got away from me" Draco sighed in a self pitiful way. Harry shifted uncomfortable in his seat. Draco was wrong there. But not bad, instead, Harry was bad.

Harry hadn't told Draco that it wasn't Hermione's fault.

"Uh... Draco? U-Um, I have to tell you something," Harry began, his conscience getting the better of him. Harry looked so guilty that Draco was aghast.

"What is it Potter? Let me guess; you cheated! Didn't you! That's how you won!" Draco accused, finger pointing at Harry as he jumped up from the comfortable couch. He was referring to the one time Harry had managed to beat him. It bothered Draco exceedingly.

"Uh...no! I won fair and square!" Harry protested, Draco only just snorted, voicing his scepticism, "Anyway; this is more serious,"

Draco snorted again, voicing his doubt that anything could be more important than Poker.

"Uh.... You know Hermione?" it was a stupid question, Harry knew, but you had to start somewhere! "Yeah, course you do, um. You know the time when..." Draco raised his eyebrow, further analysing Harry's discomfort, "Hermione didn't cheat on you," Harry somehow managed,

"Shut up Potter," Draco drawled, "I know what you're saying. Merlin, you can just shove it up your..." Draco didn't get to finish,

"WHAT? You mean you knew? You didn't say anything? And you even called her a whore!"

"So? She is. Like I was telling you: I know what you're saying; just stop trying to defend your sweetheart. Nothing you say can excuse what she's done!" repeated Draco. Harry was going to add that se didn't need excusing, but Draco extended his hand up in an imperious manner to gesture his silence.

"It wasn't her fault," Harry muttered quietly,

"Of course it was," argued Draco,

"I was the one who made the move on her," added Harry,

"One of you had to! The fact was that she responded!" Draco, too, added,

"That's just it; she didn't," Harry stated, "I just held her there, doing all those things to her. She didn't do anything!"

"Exactly! She just sat there like a whore and let you do whatever you wanted to!" Draco argued, "It was only when you let her down that she even looked my way," Draco added bitterly,

"No," stated Harry quietly, "she told me to stop."

Draco stared incredulously at Harry.

"And you never bothered to tell me this before...why?" asked Draco,

"Because... I don't know! I was so angry that you went to Pansy and Hermione wouldn't come to me..." Harry supposed.

The Mudblood had tried to tell him this, Merlin, why hadn't he listened? She was actually telling him the truth?

"YOU PRICK!" Draco shouted, realising what a prick he – himself - had been. Draco was fuming mad at Harry.

.:: End of Flashback ::.

"Clearly," Hermione stated ironically,

"Look. I-I made a mistake. Harry told me everything. I-I..." he trailed off; a Malfoy does not apologise. Hermione stared intently at him, waiting for his apology. When she realised she wasn't getting one, she sighed to herself, somehow knowing this was going to happen.

"No, you look, Malfoy. I'm sick of this. Of both of you and Harry; I think I might have cared very deeply about him, maybe even you as well. But it's over. I can't handle you not trusting me and always believe the worst in me. It'll never work. It's...it's not enough." She began to turn to leave, looking down to the ground.

"Hermione," he called lightly, gently touching her arm to prevent her from leaving. In response to her name, she looked into his eyes. It told her he understood what she was going through, as he was going through the same thing. That he was deeply sorry, but – no – he would never admit it to her because of his foolish Slytherin Pride. They were pleading and soft.

They were enough.

"Draco," she whispered, as he reached fro his face. She pulled him into an embrace. It was as if all was forgiven.

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