A/N: Wow! 19 reviews in 2 chappies! Never have I achieved such a thing. Bwahaha :D Some answers:

Sincerity and faith – oops. +looks down+ my lack of grammar skills is showing.

Anon – I see I have once again failed to reach out to show a joke to the readers.

HandsOff – Toast rules. It's right up there with Oxygen and Harry Potter.

Fudgebaby – well, this is something I've been figuring out. Do you guys want that story chapters to be short but frequently updated? Or long, but updated maybe once a week?


Harry Potter was walking down the hall which led to the Great Hall, his mind somewhere else. He was thinking mainly about their homework. He had never been one to be worried about it ― that was Hermione. But then he didn't really put off all of it ― that was Ron. Well, except maybe the ones in Divination – he put those off. He was also thinking about why Ron and Hermione were bickering again.

As they reached the Gryffindor table, Hermione slammed her hands down the table. "Honestly, Ronald!" she said exasperatedly. "A rubber duck does not fly! It's made of rubber!" And with that, she buried her nose in a book.

Ron rolled his eyes, and got a piece of pancake to put on his plate, where he smothered it with butter and syrup.

Harry was buttering some toast, and, as if knocked by some unknown force, his knife slipped. As he bent down to get it, a familiar swooping sound filled the air. He looked up reflexively.

He had not sent any mail to anyone, which made him surprised that he got an owl. He saw a piece of parchment attached to its leg.


Draco had just gotten in the Great Hall when Owl Post arrived. Seeing with content that Harry had gotten the letter, he sat down in his usual spot on the Slytherin table.

"Hm." He said shortly, a bit of a smirk playing on his face.


Curious about the letter, Ron stopped eating (well, for a while, at least), and Hermione looked up from her book.

Harry opened the letter. There was a pause.

Then he spit out his pumpkin juice, his eyes round and his mouth agape. "Some person's gone and asked if I'm gay!" he said, handing Hermione the letter.

Ron burst out laughing so loudly, a few people looked.

Hermione eyed Ron warily, and read the letter. "No, technically," she said, "He or she's just asking what your sexual preference is."

Ron laughed so much; he almost fell off his seat, slapping his thigh.

"Well, at least we know it's not from him." Hermione said, looking at Ron again.

Ron stopped laughing instantly.


Draco smirked. His Evil Plan To Get Harry To Like Him™ was working. Well, sort of.

Now he need only wait for a reply. And then, he would be able to really start making His Evil Plan To Get Harry To Like Him™ happen.


Harry paced around the Dormitories. He had been wondering the same thing Dragon was wondering. What was his sexual preference?

Up to last year, he had fancied Cho. There was no question about those facts; that he had fancied Cho, and that it had only lasted until last year. But now he found himself subconsciously drawn to looking at the other boys in Locker Rooms, and even thinking about having a relationship with a guy. But he was sure he still liked girls.

Did this mean he was bisexual?

Harry plopped on his bed in exasperation. He sighed, thinking, What the hell am I to answer to this Dragon person? The letter had said, though not directly, that if he didn't want to reply, he needn't have to, but he wanted to. He was very curious about this person… No one had ever written him anonymously before, and no one had definitely asked for his sexual preference before.

"Then I'll just tell him the truth." Harry said. Tell him I'm a Bi. Harry nodded, mainly to convince himself to write it down. Which he did not want to do. When you wrote it down it seemed so… final.


The same evening, Harry went to send his letter. He used a school owl, as the previous letter had told him to. Hedwig gave him a defiant look, and transferred branches when he told her this.

"Sorry, Hedwig." He said as the bird flew up to a different branch.

Now Harry had a problem.

He wasn't sure how to say to the owl that he wanted him to deliver the letter to someone who anonymously sent him a letter. But just after he tied the scroll to its leg, the owl gave a hoot and flew off.

Harry looked on. Oh well, he thought, the letter said use any of the school owls.


Draco Malfoy was sitting down in his favorite chair by the wall, doing his History of Magic Homework which he usually didn't do until the next day, but he needed an excuse to go to the Common Room, just in case Harry sent the letter that night. He couldn't wait for Harry's reply.

Draco looked down, aware that he had been writing subconsciously. He re-read his work, which had reached 7 inches.

The real issue in the Goblin rebellion wahs thaat they didrn't warnt peyople hahaving pirryty on them because of their Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry…

And this continued to the end of the scroll, but the very last line was:

But he's mine.

Draco threw it into his bag, panicking that someone might've seen it.

No, no… He tried to comfort himself. They'd've reacted by now.

But as he looked around, many of the people were giggling. His eyes widened, when he saw them staring at him.

"Awww," Pansy Parkinson said, who now had Crabbe and Goyle as her cronies. "Ickle Dwaco has a cwush on baby Potty?"

"Fuck off, Parkinson," Draco said.

"Why don't you make me?" Pansy had been getting a lot more confidence around Draco now, as she knew he was disowned by his father, because his father and hers were quite close.

"Don't make me make you," Draco said, brandishing his wand and standing up.

"Don't you dare," Pansy's eyes narrowed, but you still see a flicker of panic in them. She, of all people, knew that Draco was indeed very good in casting spells. Probably only Granger could beat him.

"Oh, I will, Parkinson, just give one good reason and I swear, I will." Draco whispered softly, but firmly. In a menacing tone that made people scare away faster than you could say "fuck".

Pansy glared, and backed off. "You've got mail." She said, her tone a little shaky, but she still managed to nod her head coolly to her right.

Draco looked to his left, bracing himself.

There, by the window, was a school owl, flapping its wings and tapping its beak against the window.


Well, I'm sorry if the chapters are updated a bit late. I don't have much time because I have summer class (I live in the Eastern part of the world).

Please R&R my other fics (sorry, couldn't resist):

Who Stole The Cookie From the Cookie Jar – (humor) wherein the try to find out just who stole the cookie from the cookie jar, and end up looking for Merlin. Very random, I got rave reviews, though. :)

Butterfly – (fluff, romance) Draco is like a butterfly, you can lose him just as fast as he had come. This was one of the fics I wrote that I fell in lurve with. :)

Punishment – (romance, humor, parody, randomness) wooohooo. This was the longest fic I've written. Each chapter is around like 8 or 9 pages in length. Harry and Draco cause a serious explosion in class which result to the having an unexpected punishment. (Okay, basically, they're supposed to spend an entire year in the Muggle world.) I re-read this, and now I am totally going to re-write it.

Whisper – (romance, fluff) wuhoo! If you don't want to read any of the above, read this, at least! Anyway, it's drabble, and it's less than one page in MS Word. Very short, but very cute. :)

So, well, I hope you liked that! I'm excited for Draco's reaction! Lol.. :) REVIEW. :)