by Jas. Perr is ecstatic about the positive reviews, especially a constructive one. We'll try our best to not cornify the story, but sometimes we just want to be lame and corny. This isn't Perr's first time having a go at major slash, but it's Jas', so... Oh well. :D Enjoy.

Harry's POV

Yesterday passed rather slowly; as if something was missing. Hmm.
I'm tired from the little conflict within myself; some part of me thinks I actually like Malfoy. I refuse to believe that. I mean, come on, after a stupid, revolting dream and I think I like him? Crazy!
Absolutely," goes the annoying voice. Shit, this is not helping.



It's finally lunch time, and as usual, Ron, Hermione and I walk to the Great Hall together. It seems like I am too hungry to worry about Malfoy; I almost forgot about him for a while there.
We're reaching the Hall and I see that someone. He's out! God, I suppress my urge to run up and hug him. Fuck, I'm going all weird again. I have to appear normal; like I don't care. "So you do care." Whatever. I start talking to Ron and Hermione about class.
I sneak a peek at him as we walk down the steps; he's looking intolerably sexy, and he's heading this way.
 I must not notice... yet.
He is accompanied by the two trolls. They hold my friends back. Already looking for a fight when you're just recovered? Tsk.
I ask if he wants to duel, and he comes even nearer. Now he's standing way too close. This seems familiar, like the other time outside Divination class.
I feel his hand brush past my waist, and it goes into my back pocket. I curse the school for having uniforms with such tight pockets. My face grows hot because he's making me feel bloody uncomfortable. What the fuck is he doing, and oh my god, am I enjoying this? He slides his hand out; I can feel something in my pocket now. I'm guessing it's another note.
He moves back a little. I stare at him, still bewildered. He smiles and leaves, but Goyle isn't very happy. "What was that all about?" Ron asks. "I don't know." I don't see the need to involve Ron and Hermione, so I will not tell them. And if Malfoy and I have anything to resolve, anything at all, it wouldn't be in front of our friends.



The Gryffindors have Divination. I wouldn't say I like this class very much, but it's better than Potions anyway. I'm glad to say I dropped that after OWL year. Trelawney keeps staring at me during class. Probably "predicting" another early death for me again, that old fraud. I decide to read that note, I'm hoping Ron and Trelawney don't see me.

Potter,

I don't know what's up with you and your sudden politeness, but don't think I'll ever change my mind about you. Because I won't.
Which reminds me - I've yet to thank you for my near-death experience, so you better not plan anymore surprises.
Perhaps I may be repaying your kindness these few days... Watch your back.

Draco.

Well, he sure seems to get a kick out of threatening me. Sad to say, it does not work. Should I reply his letter? Hmm.
I take out a piece of parchment, and I start by writing Draco. How curious. I throw that aside and take out another sheet of parchment.

Cut to the chase, Malfoy. If you want to duel me, say so. I just
might accept.

Harry.

I fold that up quickly, before Trelawney comes to check on us. "Well, Mr. Potter, you might want to look up what the Dream Oracle has to say about that," she says, pointing to my piece of homework.



Class finally ends. I know my letter will not be... hand-delivered. I run off in the direction of the Owlery.
I do not hesitate to use Hedwig.
On my way back to Gryffindor Tower, I bump into Malfoy and his "bodyguards" again. Why does he pop up everywhere?
"Potter..."
"Sorry Malfoy. Another time, perhaps?" Going by the look on Crabbe's face, I decide not to stay.