by Jas - If you don't like the fic, that's your business. We're writing for ourselves and for those who do seem to like it. Thanks to those by the way, who dropped by for a little constructiveness, and encouragement. Thanks to those who just increased the review number by one (aka, meaningless). We'll try to take whatever you've said into consideration. And Perr definitely is dying of the lack of non-kissing too. xS

Harry's POV

Potions classes have become increasingly draggy. I did think that I could drop this damned subject for good at the end of year 5. But no, Hermione had to do such a good job of persuading me to keep it; much to the disbelief of Snape. But certainly not delight. Actually, Potions wasn't so bad. If we could have a more unbiased, less greasy-haired, hooked-nose teacher... ok, so the hair and nose part are not exactly relevant in this argument. Some girl from Ravenclaw even thought he was sexy. Or even with the help of a tutor perhaps, I might be doing better. The possibilities!

This being the second slot of Potions, and I've already lost my house something close to 30 points, which was nothing surprising.

The sallow-faced teacher saunters over to my table. "Potter..." the man utters. "If you don't start doing something about your Potions grade, I'm afraid I shall have to do something about it." I continue giving him a look of apathy. "Perhaps Professor McGonagall should be informed about your past few practical grades..." he adds with a sneer. A few Slytherins chuckle at this. He nods towards Neville, "Same goes to you as well."

Well, if he hadn't been evanesco-ing my cauldron every class this week... Stupid git. He might as well tell Crabbe and Goyle too. It's not like their concoctions were ever similar to his. And I don't see him clearing their cauldrons.

Ron shoots me a sympathetic look. He imitates Snape nagging at Neville and me... "Mr Weasley. 25 points off for impudence." Snape barks with utmost annoyance. Shit. I raise my brows at Ron. Tough luck. Guess we'll all just have to be content with silent mockery of the professor.

After last night, I've come to a conclusion, which I think is fucking ludicrous. Draco Malfoy is bisexual. Either that or he's trying to get me to say that I am homosexual, and then what? Tell the whole world? Seems entirely possible; entirely Malfoy-ish. That had to be it. But I do find him quite a looker, even though I hate to admit it. And that is entirely Malfoy-ish as well.

As for myself, I don't think I'm that different now. I'm not exactly homosexual though. Guess I'm bisexual myself then. Am I, really? I also do want to know why he would think that I'm not straight in the first place.

I also think that it's about time I told Ron about this. Perhaps he may be able to help me sort this out. I do hope he takes it well. Don't think I will be letting Hermione in on this yet. I can just imagine what she'll say, or what she'll do; over-react and all that nonsense. Nevertheless, she is looking out for me; can't blame her for that.

It's sometime during midday; I'm walking to my next class. I am a bit early, so I can afford to take a stroll, or 'strut as if I own the place' as Snape would call it. My two best friends are not with me because they have Prefect duty. Sometimes I wonder if it's a good thing that I wasn't chosen as a Prefect. I am not the only one in the hall; many students are walking in all directions.

I question again, what I'll be doing when I graduate from Hogwarts. One of those absolutely random thoughts.

Amidst the chatter of students, someone calls my name from behind. I come to an abrupt halt. It's the blond boy. We argue a bit over Alexis. Like he cares.

He says "Because it matters! Because... maybe I just feel...

"...maybe I feel that it's important for me to know the people in your life so I can ruin it."

Nothing new there. Just that, it doesn't make sense. He didn't have to tell me was going to mess it up. He never did anyway. He was jumping from evident concern, something out of his league, to his usual Malfoy-self. Subtle clues, subtle clues.

He is standing in front of me. We are hidden from the rest of the students by this pillar. And what if I closed the gap between us? It is... tempting.

I do move very much closer towards him. I'll say a bit too close, than I had intended. I end up saying something very silly, which is, "You want to kiss me." Oh no, this is not happening.

I half expect him to spit in my face. He replies with a curt, "You want to kiss me too." And because I'm so close, I think I can hear his heartbeat. Or at least his breathing is nothing regular. I'm a tad bit surprised at this. I am now trying my best to block out some thoughts. Oh, the possibilities!

He doesn't dare look me in the eye, whereas I cannot look elsewhere. I blurt out something I think shouldn't; basically telling him indirectly that I'm not straight. "Doesn't the entire school want to?" Yes, they do.

Danger zone, Harry - change topic! I remember overhearing a group of girls talking about him and Pansy. This punctures the little bubble swelling inside earlier on. I mean, Pansy's been at this for years now, so it shouldn't count as a surprise.

I should take a stand; tell him I'm no homosexual, now that he may think otherwise. "...I don't swing that way. Never did, never will."

"Never say never, you bint." He walks away, he doesn't seem too satisfied.

Hmm. Something new there, definitely.