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As night descended upon the school , we find our hero laying on his bed, a perplexed look on his face. All day the conversation he had had with Oliver had run though his head, wearing light reflective gear to make sure it was noticed. Harry had dissected the conversation every way possible, trying to find any unwitting testimony. It had been no help.

Giving a frustrated sigh, he turned on his side and his eyes, driven by fate, landed on the scrap of paper that was the Marauders map. If the wizarding world had used electricity, then a light bulb would have gone "ping!" above the boys head. The next time, Oliver and Dr-Malfoy were studying , Harry would know for sure what was going on . Harry had to make sure that Malfoy was not fooling Oliver for information…that was the only reason he cared…right?

Harry sat up and grabbed the map ,trying not to listen to the little voice in his head that asked "Why are you doing this?". Activating the map, Harry checked out where Oliver and the blond were. Harry was surprised to find them in Snape's classroom. What were they doing there at this hour? Why were they still doing whatever it is they are doing at this hour. All Harry seemed to get these days were questions, and now he wanted some answers. He also wanted to know why this cramped, twisting, ice cold pain in his gut appeared whenever he knew the two were together. It was getting harder and harder to pass it off as indigestion.

Leaping off his bed, grabbing his invisibility cloak, and the map, he walked out of the door, and towards the dungeons.

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Now I know why Snape hates these damn decorations so much," grunted Oliver , pulling down a lining of tinsel.

"I am still trying to figure out why Dumbledore charmed them that they had to be physically taken down. I mean, this is a school of magic isn't it? It has taken us all day just to so this one class," commented Draco, who was currently wrestling a life size Santa in its box.

"Right what's left?" asked Oliver walking up and helping the slytherin. Out of the corner of his eyes, the team captain thought he saw the potions door, open slightly. Slowly cogs ticked.

Looking around, the blond spotted the last item of the holidays.

"Just the Mistletoe. Why would the headmaster put Mistletoe in this room? Snape's hardly going to make use of it is he?" questioned Draco, slowly walking towards the glowing, romantic symbol.

"Hey hey! Can not let it go to waste, right?" Oliver leered jokingly, and wiggled his eyebrows.

Without missing a beat Draco remarked, "like you could afford me Wood."

"Why Draco, I had no idea you were that sort of love," Oliver flamboyantly stated. Draco simply laughed.

"Now now Wood, you know I know the love you are after."

"Likewise to you."

The two boys lapsed into good natured silence, which was broken when Draco asked,

"Are you ever going to tell him?"

Oliver sighed and reached up to pull down the mistletoe. He had learned early on in the tutoring sessions, that , to get Draco talking you had to talk too. Oliver guessed it made the boy more comfortable sharing his secrets, if he also knew yours.

"I will. Soon. About the time you tell your secret love."

"Ah right there! 'Secret love' , as in never going to be told. Ever. On pain of death. Its not love any way. Its just a crush. Anyway you have a chance with yours. You are friends, quite close, same house, hell same DORM!" Draco logically pointed out.

"Yeah, but that means if he turns me down, we still have to live together in the shattered remains of a platonic love that knew no boundaries…" gushed Oliver.

"You are such as a drama queen. Anyway what happened to the legendary Griffindor courage?" drawled Draco, sitting atop the table.

"Sometimes courage needs the right push. Well our work here is done. I don't know about you , but I am knackered." sighed Oliver , dumping the mistletoe in the Christmas box.

The two boys walked out of the door and down the hall, and just before they went their separate ways, some final words drifted down the hall,

" Even Harry gets confused and scared sometimes, Draco. He too may need a push to realise what he wants."

"Talk to me about courage when you have Weasley on your arm"

And with that the two parted ways.

One other however, remained in the hall, slumped against the wall, a light, fluttery , warm sensation melting through his veins.

A/N

Please review. It does help my confidence.

Some action up next chapter, as Harry confronts Draco. Also Oliver, may get the push he needs.

I am sorry for the suckiness of this chapter.

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