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Back at Hogwart's I wasn't quite as confident with myself as I had been when I talked with Sirius and Remus. I have no fucking clue how I'm gonna pull this off. My goal was still to get Draco but I will need some help. Ron is no good asking. I know how he feels about Hermione but he would never dare to take it further than friendship. Who am I to ask? Hermione of course! I wouldn't tell her whom I was going to flirt with just that I desperately needed her help.

"So you want my help to flirt with some girl?"

"Yes!" Not a girl but I guess it works the same.

"And you think I'm some kind of expert?"

"I guess I could ask Ron..."

Those were the magic words. The words Ron and romance don't fit together. All of a sudden she decided to help me.

"First things first. Who is it?"

No one really...just the prettiest boy in school and he happens to be someone we all (except the Slytherins) hate.

"Harry?" She snapped her fingers and brought me back from my dream world.

"I'm sorry Mione...I can't tell you that..."

"Oh I see...we're being secretive... I guess I can only give you some common advice then. Like..."

"1. Get to know her." Gee that's so easy when he's always surrounded by morons like Crabbe and Goyle.

"2. Find out if you have interests in common." We have Quidditch but if I suggested anything that's on my mind he would knock me off my broom and curse me to the next millennia.

"3. Invite her to Hogsmeade or something." Yes that's a great idea. I could walk up to him during breakfast and tell him I would be honored if he would be a sweetie and accompany me to Hogsmeade for the day. I think not!

"This is the best advice I can come up with Harry." She smiled at me. "If you would just tell me who it is...it would be so much easier..."

"Sorry Mione can't tell you...but you will see soon who it is..."

"Anyone but Pansy Parkinsson." Yuck I can't even imagine someone wanting to be with her.

"You can rest assure...It's NOT Pansy" I said and laughed at her.

"Great! Because then I would have thought that you have lost your mind. See you in Transformations."

Sometime I believe in faith. Snape did me a great favor our next Potions class. Of course he didn't now that he had just did me a huge favor. But he had. Normally I never work with Slytherins we don't even sit near them. Today Snape was a little meaner and grumpier than he usually is. He separated Ron Hermione and me. Hermione got to work with Pansy and Ron got to work with Neville. Snape couldn't know how happy I was when he told me to go and work with Malfoy. I had worked with him once before and that was in our third year when he had insulted Buckbeak and gotten his armed scratched up.

I sat down next to him. Not to close. But as close as I dared. He mumbled something about Snape being a bloody git. I had worked up my confidence and the words slipped out of me.

"Yeah and he must be having a bad day today..." He turned and looked at me. Shit! We never talk to each other unless it is to insult or cast a spell. But he wasn't acting like the normal Malfoy today. I nearly dropped the bottle I was holding in my hand when he answered me.

"Yeah, like he isn't always having a bad day."

Inspired by this I kept talking to him during the whole class. What surprised me the most was that he talked back to me. It's like we both forgot for a moment who we are. We talked about Quidditch and he was very interested in my Firebolt.

"So how is it when you take sharp turns? The Nimbus shakes a bit if you turn 1800."

"It's a dream. It's way better than the Nimbus."

"I wish I had a Firebolt...perhaps Slytherin would win then..."

"You can try it sometime if you would really like to." He went silent on me. I think I crossed the line there with how friendly we can be towards each other. He tilted his head and gave me a curious look.

"So you would really let me try it?"

"Of course I would...I promise."

The class ended in the middle of our conversation. When we walked out of the classroom he lowered his voice so that only I would hear.

"You're not all that bad when you're not with your friends Potter."

"You're not as bad either." After I had said that he give me a little smile. It was a very little one but a smile it was.

With that we went our separate ways. On the way to the Gryffindor tower Ron let me know that he felt sorry for me having to work with Malfoy. I don't like to lie so I didn't say I word. I let him do all the talking. Nodding here and there so he wouldn't think I wasn't listening. That smile he gave me...he's not acting like he usually does. Have I really misjudged Draco?

I feel asleep easily that night and dreamt sweet dreams about me showing Malfoy my Firebolt. In the dream it wasn't hard at all to have two people riding the same broomstick. In reality I doubt it would be that easy. But in dreams anything is possible you know.

The next time we had Potions he sat alone. When we got eye contact he winked at me to come and sit down with him. But Pansy beat me to it. I'm gonna kill her! This is just me being irrational. Of course I can't kill her during class with Snape watching. Than he would have a nice opportunity feed me with poison as he once threatened that he would.

February 14th was closing up on us. Dumbledore informed us one morning that we were going to have a Valentine's ball. And it was a costume-party too. It meant that we all could dress up and you could snog whomever you want to! I bet Ron would try his lucks with Hermione.

She thought this was the perfect time to bring up our old conversation.

"Now come on Harry, tell me. Are you going to make a move on your special someone at the ball?

"What special someone?" Ron asked me with his mouth full of potatoes.

"My my my are we curios or what? I will tell you after the ball. Don't give me that look!" I steered them off the subject. "Have you got any idea what you're going to wear?"

"Hmm no clue mate, maybe I'll go as a dog?"

"Great idea...I have no clue either what I'm going to be. Robin Hood perhaps?"

When we asked Hermione she said she wouldn't tell. Then we would laugh at her. We promised we wouldn't so she told us that she maybe would tell us later.

I cast an eye over at the Slytherin table once and a while during our whole conversation. Trying to find out what Malfoy would think of the ball. I wonder what he's going to wear?

The ball is two weeks from now so I have lots of time to decide what I will go as. This was one of the best things that had ever happened this year. I thought about it a-lot when I was awake and also when I was sleeping. The same night Dumbledore had told us I had some weird dream with Malfoy dressed up as a Princess. It ended with me picking him up on my broomstick and we flew towards the sunset. I wonder where such cheesy dreams come from. I can't blame the TV and all the cheesy soap operas since I'm not allowed to watch TV when I'm with the Dursley's. I can't wait until the ball. It will be brilliant!

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