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Harry had an expression of uncertainty as he watched the owl fly off. No turning back now…he thought.
After some musing that night, Harry, in fact, did not say he was bisexual in the letter. He had asked advice from Hermione and Ron. Both of them had given him quite a shock in receiving the news very gracefully. Their reactions had been unexpected, but were still better than what he had anticipated.
Hermione gave a smile and said that "it's perfectly alright" and "we'll always be here if you need any more help."
Ron, on the other hand, looked put out and said, "I don't have ten Galleons."
As Draco walked to the windows, he felt as if the room was getting larger and larger, and his target was getting farther and farther away. His heart was pounding so hard, it threatened to burst out his chest.
When he finally got there, he opened the windows, and slowly untied a piece of parchment from the owl's leg.
Gulping, he clenched the letter in his fist, both ends sticking out. He quickly made his way back to his chair, hastily got his things and made his way to the Dormitories, acting as if nothing had happened between him and Pansy.
In his haste, Draco practically threw his things in his trunk and flew to his bed, swiftly closed the hangings and, his hands trembling, reached for the letter in his pocket, where he had stuffed it earlier. His forehead sweating and his heart humping, Draco closed his eyes and opened the letter with bated breath, as if it would change the course of his life.
He peered down at the letter cautiously.
A pause.
"HOLYFUCKINGSHITOHMYGOD!" he screamed, jumping out of his bed. "YES! YES, DAMMIT!"
The next day, when Draco's happiness had not yet been tarnished, he formulated his Evil Plan To Get Harry To Like Him™. He was going to need some help though.
Much as it pained him to admit it, he couldn't ask any of his housemates, as they'd all reject him. As his eyes cascaded through the Great Hall, they fell on two people. Both of which were very unlikely to talk to him.
But both of which could help. Greatly.
Draco smirked, the Gryffindors' goody-goodiness now had some purpose. He fought the urge to laugh evilly as his eyes rested on Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
Haha. Another cliffhanger, folks. Aren't I just annoying:) review!
