Chapter 2: And the Plot Thickens-Well Sort Of

Disclaimer: As my friend once said- I no own, so you no sue, kay?

A/N: As you can see chapter two is up, am working hard on the story and on remembering what I had originally planned, there are things that I do plan to change to help the plot and story line flow more smoothly, so I'd appreciate it if you oldie moldies (I say it in the most affectionate way) would reread these beginning chapters. :P And as always please review, I'll love you for it! -Kat

Oh, some of these poems are written by me, some are written by friends, and others are some I came upon one day.

I wanna love you

My heart says don't

I wanna hate you

But I know I won't

One day I want you

The next I don't care

My feelings are hidden

I don't know where

Are you good for me

Am I good for you

I'm so confused

I don't know what to do

These feelings are strong

Sometimes they taunt

I don't know if it's you

I really want.

(Mixed Emotions, By Daisy)

Harry stared at the parchment, someone was writing him poetry? He has received a great deal of love notes, but most went on and on about how great and handsome and heroic he was (As if he needed someone to tell him. :P), but not love poetry, unless you counted the one Ginny had sent him, but that had been embarrassing. This poem seemed somehow deeper . . . but it didn't make any sense.

Great, just what I need. Another lovesick girl wanting my fame.

Confused he shoved the note to the very bottom of his bag in disgust, and forgot all about it as soon as he fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Dear Journal,

Today is Friday and I've made five first years cry, hexed at least four people, insulted nearly everyone who stayed long enough to be insulted, and forced a fourth year to give me their Hogsmeade money. As you can see it was another typical day and sadly it's only noon. I've been really acting up lately, especially if there's a certain green eyed, messy haired cutie nearby. I thought I'd be able to block out my feelings for him, but every passing year they get stronger. Why? Why of all the wizards AND witches, why does it have to be him?

Of course it doesn't help that I'm a Malfoy. As the family heir I'm expected to be snotty, and rude, and absolutely horrid. Father's made sure of that. I wish I didn't have to have a heart of ice, because if I was nice, maybe I'd have true friends who actually like me. And then maybe he'd look my way and consider me worthy friendship material and hopefully more . . . I'm daydreaming again. Draco

Draco snapped his journal shut, muttered the locking spell, and shoved it underneath his pillow. If anyone ever found it, and managed to open it . . . He shuddered thinking of his father's reaction. Yet the journal was his closest friend, even if it was an inanimate object. He told all of his secrets and hopes to it, dreaming of a life where he was loved. He grabbed his bag and headed out to Hagrid's hut.

Malfoy didn't particularly like Hagrid, but he didn't dislike him either. He only picked on him because his father did hate Hagrid and it was only expected that Draco did too. Draco vaguely wondered what sort of nasty creature they'd meet today, his thoughts concentrating more on the handsome Gryffindor. He had never been interested in animals. Draco had only signed up because he heard that Harry had, and he smiled as he saw the real Harry already there, with his friends of course, but they were more like scenery to him anyways.

Draco kept walking straight towards him, he wasn't going to pass up a chance to touch him.

"Oops," He said in mock surprise. "Sorry scarhead didn't see you, you blend in with all this filth a little too well."

Harry glared at him. Malfoy batted his eyes innocently at him, slightly distracted by those great green eyes.

"Fuck off Malfoy."

"Oh such strong words Potter, I'd say-" Malfoy's retort was cut off by a high nasal voice, belonging to Pansy.

"Draaaacccyyy! There you are!" She flounced up to him. "I was so worried about you when you didn't show up for lunch, I thought you were hurt. Don't you dare do that to me again."

Draco glared down at her, of all the annoying little pricks to enter his life she was the worst. Always simpering, fawning, and drooling over him. Jumping to do his every wish like some well trained bitch that refused to go away. He watched as Harry and Ron began to snicker as Hermione whispered something to them. No doubt something both insulting and intelligent.

"Where's Crabbe and Goyle?" He asked, even those dungheads would be better company than her.

"They're still stuffing their faces, or at least they were when I left."

Malfoy turned towards the new voice. Blaise flipped her ponytail and continued. "Apparently they decided to eat for you since you didn't show up. Pigs. I don't know why you like them so much."

Malfoy smiled, he liked Blaise. She wasn't stupid or annoying. In fact she was the closest thing he had to a real friend, although he knew she wanted to be more than that. By all that was right she should be his girlfriend, she was smart, pretty, and he didn't feel the need to strangle her every five seconds. But as it was he preferred men.

He shrugged at her last comment. "I don't know either."

"Well see you at the Quidditch match." She smiled at him, flipping her hair again before leaving to join her friends. Pansy immediately took her place grabbing Draco's arm possessively, positively glowering at Blaise.

"See you there." Draco called back, just to piss Pansy off even more.

"Gryffindor leads by sixty points, and Zabini has the ball. Intercepted by Ginny Weasley, kick him if you have too! Joke professor, Jordan said they were an important part of commenting." Seamus batted away Professor McGonagall's hand. He had taken Lee's job as commentator, and continued commenting in the same manner as Jordan had.

"Look to your right folks, I think the Snitch has finally been spotted! Harry and Malfoy are neck to neck on this one...as usual. Bludger heads towards them, Harry ducks. Malfoy goes for the-Harry snatches the snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

Both Draco and Harry sped to the ground. Harry grinned, winning this game put them in the lead. Draco was disgusted with himself, he had lost concentration when Harry grabbed his arm to prevent him from getting the snitch. And worse, it was still tingling.

A huge crowd rushed forward to meet them, Malfoy shoved his way out for once being nasty of his own free will. He hated losing at Quidditch, especially to Gryffindor. Harry was always surrounded by a massive amount of girls.

"Hey Malfoy!" Malfoy turned at the sound of Harry's voice. "You played a good game."

Draco didn't know if he was being sarcastic or sincere. "Touch me again and I'll punch in your face!" He yelled back, but his threat was lost in the cheers that rose.

Ginny rushed up to Harry hugging him tightly. "We won! We won!"

"Of course we did, you were awesome out there." Harry said. Ginny pulled away, blushing bright red.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"All right mate! You snatched it right from Malfoy, you should have seen the look on his face, he looked like he just ate a whole box of acid pops!"

Harry grinned at Ron, but couldn't help feeling sorry for Malfoy, so as Ron turned to the rest of the team Harry shouted at Malfoy, not caring who saw. He had been sure that Malfoy was going to get the snitch. Maybe he had let Harry have it, but that didn't make any sense unless . . . No. Harry shook his head, that was just wishful thinking.

"Harry, Harry! He's the man, if he can't catch it, no one can!"

At the beginning of the year, there had been sign up lists for a new activity that Harry despised. Cheerleading. There were cheerleaders for every house, but they were all required to cheer at all games anyways. And Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff usually joined Lavender and Parvati and all the other Gryffindors in cheering.

Suddenly he was surrounded by gushing girls in short skirts, pushing each other to get closer. "You were awesome out there Harry." A voice whispered in his ear as he was embraced from behind.

Harry whipped around to see Cho walking off with one of her giggling friends. The girl turned around, and shook a pom pom at him in salute.

"Okay everybody let's do this." Malfoy whispered as he, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy ("But Dracy I can't let you out there all on your own!") snuck into the Gryffindor Quidditch locker room and began to trash it. Malfoy let everyone throw the robes everywhere, except for Harry's; he had something special planned for them. He left them carefully in a heap by Harry's locker . . .

"What the Hell happened here!"

Seven Gryffindors entered their locker room to find it in shambles. There was tagging all over the walls, robes everywhere, and someone had streamed toilet paper all over the place. Harry was enraged, how dare Slytherin do such a thing. He was positive it was them. It was obviously their doing, the 'Hufflepuff rules' on the walls were misspelled, besides Hufflepuffs were sticklers when it came to rules. As usual Monday turned out to be an ugly day.

Harry let everyone yell and vent some of their anger out, then took control. "Sorry guys, but practice is delayed until we get this mess all cleaned up."

They yelled and threatened some more, but Harry was firm and soon the locker room was relatively back to normal. Harry had to thank Cassie (a new chaser), for once being a neat freak paid off, she had the room spotless in minutes.

"Okay team, let's get our robes on and practice." Harry let his team suit up before pulling out his strategy board. He scratched an itch on his ear. Pointing at the board with his wand he began to describe his new strategy. Now his arm was itching. Harry itched that too. But then his calve had an itch. And his back. And neck. And soon Harry was scratching himself like mad.

"Harry are you okay?" Ron asked looking half worried, half amused as Harry pulled off his robes.

"I think someone put itching powder on my robes." Harry said dumping them in a pile still scratching himself.

"Here Harry I know a good cleaning spell." The burning sensation left Harry and Cassie turned towards his robes. Harry thanked her once again for being a clean freak, relieved from his various itches.

"Harry, you dropped something." Ron held up a neatly folded, light blue parchment that had fallen out of Harry's robes. "It's to you, from-" Ron laughed. "You have a secret admirer?"

Harry shrugged. "I get them from time to time."

"Can I read it?"

"Sure."

Cassie looked at them curious; Ginny who was next to her was blushing red. Harry looked at her, maybe she liked him again. She could have slipped it in his robes plenty of times. Like when she had hugged him after the game. But so had Cho, and half the female population at Hogwarts. But still, was Ginny his secret admirer?

Wow. Lot longer than I thought it was going to be. A penny for you thoughts.