Who are you?

Chapter four - Dropping Eaves

The following day was a Saturday and Harry, Ron and Hermione were in Gryffindor common room. Harry was composing a letter to Draco, concealed as his transfiguration homework which his two friends were working on completing.

Hermione had just about finished and started to engage Harry in a conversation, however the topic was not to his liking, word had got out about Draco's mystery man and everyone it seemed was curious to who it was that the ice prince had fallen for.

"Who do you think it'll end up being?" She asked him, a dreamy expression taking over her face. Ron was looking at her strangely; he had never been a romantic.

"I don't know." Harry said dodging the question, this wasn't what he had had in mind for the day's events, however nothing seemed to be going the way he expected now a days.

"I heard that they slept together last night." Ron stated randomly as he read over his pieces of parchment that was his homework.

"It's so romantic." Hermione commented making Ron give her another odd glance. Harry remained oddly silent.

"I think that if this secret admirer really loved Malfoy then he would tell him who he was." Ron said offhandedly, he put down his parchment satisfied with his work and found Harry glaring at him.

"Maybe they don't want him to know just yet." Harry snapped irritably before continuing on with his letter. Ron ad Hermione giving him looks of interest. They both went over to the sofa he was sat in and sat either side of him.

"What you doing?" Ron asked peering over his shoulder but seeing only Transfiguration homework. His eyes narrowed. "Didn't you finish your transfiguration already?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, um…I lost it so I had to do it again." Harry lied thinking quickly.

"Oh really." Hermione said before pointing her wand at the parchment and muttering "fineta incantartem."

The parchment impersonating homework suddenly changed, Harry managed to scoop the letter up before his friends could see much, however one thing that caught their eye, the name at the top.

"I think we need to talk." Hermione said, she an Ron stood Harry up and dragged him out of the common room and down the hallway into a deserted classroom for some more privacy. "Are you Malfoy's mystery man?"

"No, of course not." Harry scoffed; his friends however didn't buy it in the slightest.

"You slept with Malfoy, how could you?" Ron said aghast.

"Was he good?" Hermione asked causing the two boys to look at her in horror. "What?" She said trying to brush off the looks.

"Fine I admit it, it is me but if he ever finds out then it's over, so please don't do shouting about this."

"Do you love him?"

"I think so yes."

"WHAT!"

"Ron please, I can't help how I feel."

"But Harry, this is Malfoy we're talking about."

"Are you going to see him again?" Hermione asked completely ignoring the fact that Ron had spoken.

"Actually I was just about to send this letter; asking if could meet him tonight."

"Then what are you waiting for, and we want details when you get back."

"HERMIONE!"

Harry thanked his friends and dashed off towards the owlery so fast he didn't notice Blaise standing in the corners looking half horrified half excited, he now knew who his friends mystery man was.

Hope you like, sorry it's so short but I am working on a fic that is quite long that I hope to start posting after Christmas, I will hopefully short my website out and put it up there, it's going to be very long and slashy. Merry Christmas, leave a review and make my day. SS xxxx