a/n: This is a Sequal to in the liberary.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything... it's all J.K. Rowling's

You Saw That?

Harry returned to the common room about ten minutes after he left the library. He walked slowly thinking about what Malfoy was trying to tell him. Dean and Seamus? I knew Seamus might be gay, but Dean too? No! He can't be. But the more he thought about it the more he realized that maybe Malfoy is right. Dean and Seamus are best friends, I would have never thought that... and so it went on for ten minutes, Harry battling himself, trying not to believe what Malfoy had seemed to be trying to tell him.

"Dog Ears and Worm Tails" He said aloud to the portrait of the fat lady. It swung open to reveal the entry to the Gryfindor common room. Harry stepped inside, by this time the common room was almost empty. The only people who remained were a couple of seventh years sitting in the corner and Hermione and Ron sitting by the fire, working on homework. Harry sat down next to his two friends and pulled out his transfiguration essay again.

"Where have you been, Harry? We were getting worried" Hermione said. Ron looked up and rolled his eyes.

"I was in the library, working on my transfiguration essay." Harry said, "and I'm not finished yet."

"Oh" Hermione said and she glared at Ron.

A few minutes later Ron went up to bed and Harry followed him just after that.

Harry tossed and turned all night. When he finally fell into a dead sleep it seemed that only two minutes later Ron was trying to wake him up.

"Harry!" Ron said urgently, "If you don't wake up you'll be late! You've already missed breakfast!" Harry slowly opened his eyes to see Ron, standing next to his bed fully dressed with a piece of toast stuffed halfway into his mouth.

Harry sat up, got dressed and headed for the common room. When he got there both Hermione and Ron were waiting for him.

"Here," Hermione said holding out two pieces of toast," I brought these up from breakfast and if we don't get going now we will be late for double potions!"

Of course, when they arrived at the potions classroom they had about five minutes to spare before class was to start. Harry took his usual seat between Ron and Hermione, towards the back of the class. He took out some parchment and a quill, getting ready to take notes. As he did this the majority of the class filtered into the room. But, he noticed, Malfoy was not one of them.

Harry felt his mood drop when he did not see Malfoy enter the class. He was just starting to wonder why he felt that why when Snape walked into the room closely followed by his favorite student, Malfoy. There was only one empty seat in the whole room, the one right in front of Harry. Malfoy walked over and just before he sat down he sneered at Harry, or was he possibly trying to smile? Harry wondered, no, it couldn't be, why would he be smiling at me?

As Snape lectured the class on the importance of not skrewing up this invisibility potion, Harry found himself gazing off and daydreaming, at one point he found himself gazing at the back of Malfoy's head.

"Potter!" Snape almost yelled at Harry, "Potter! Fifty points from Gryfindor!" Harry snapped back into reality

"Sorry Professor" Harry said.

"You're partnered with Malfoy, now get to work. And if you skrew up this potion you will have detention with me until you can brew this potion to perfection, without the recipe, which I suspect will take the rest of your life."

Malfoy had already started setting up a cauldron a little ways from the table where Harry sat. He got up and walked over to Malfoy.

Malfoy sneered at him when he reached the table. "Go get the ingredients from that table." Just as Harry was about to protest he said, "unless you want to have detention with Snape for the rest of your life," he sneered. Harry said nothing and he got up to go get the ingredients. When he got back to the table Malfoy was waiting for him, with the knives and other supplies needed to prepare the ingredients. Malfoy handed Harry a knife and started telling him what needed to be done to complete the potion.

They worked on the potion for about forty-five minutes barely speaking to each other at all, except for the occasional direction from Malfoy to Harry.

"Now you need to add the orris root"

"Alright" Harry replied and he added the diced orrisroot to the cauldron. Malfoy started to stir the potion, it needed to be stirred exactly 19 times clockwise and then counterclockwise. Harry looked up from the cauldron (which was now starting to turn an emerald green color) to see Hermione and Ron bickering…again.

"Why wont they just kiss already?" Harry said under his breath.

"What are you hissing about now, Potter?"

"Those two" He gestured toward Hermione and Ron. "I'm so sick of their bickering and their 'oh, we're just friends' crap. It's so obvious that they like each other, why don't they just admit it?" He looked over at Malfoy whose right eyebrow was curved in a very elegant way, and realizing who he was talking to muttered, "Sorry"

"So," Malfoy started, "You can see the signs of Hermione and Ron being in love, why can't you see the same signs in Dean and Seamus?"

"Your not going on about that again, are you?" Harry asked.

"Well" said Malfoy, "I was just wondering why you could see the signs between Hermione and Ron, but not Dean and Seamus. Is it because you aren't looking for the signs or because you don't believe in them?"

"Are you calling me homophobic?"

"I never said that" Malfoy smirked

"Well for your information I am not homophobic." Harry looked over at Hermione and Ron and then at Dean and Seamus. Seamus put his hand on Deans shoulder as he reached over to grab something on the other side of the cauldron. Dean almost smiled when Seamus did this, and Seamus had a very small and almost unnoticeable smirk on his face. Harry's mouth fell open.

"Noticed that, did you?" Malfoy said, who had been watching where Harry's eyes were going. Harry closed his mouth, looked up at Malfoy and nodded his head.

Harry and Malfoy finished the potion in silence.

"No! Ron, you need to cut the stems evenly or the potion won't come out right!"

"They are even Hermione!" He replied.

"No, they aren't, just look at that piece!" She pointed to one piece, which was slightly shaven on one side.

"Let me help." She grabbed the knife away from Ron and started perfecting the pieces. "There," she said after a moment, "much better. Now they need to be added and stirred for thirty seconds and then the orris root can be added."

Ron dropped the stems into the cauldron and Hermione started to stir the potion while staring at her watch. When she was done she turned to Ron, "The orris root needs to be added now and then it needs to be stirred 19 times clockwise and 19 times counterclockwise." Ron nodded, but rolled his eyes the second Hermione turned her head. She looked over at Harry and Malfoy to see how they were doing and it looked as though they were having a normal conversation. They had been quite for a while, but now it looked like they were actually talking. They weren't glaring, smirking, or showing any sign of hatred or violence toward each other.

"Did you ever notice that those two haven't been at each others throats almost at all this year? It even looks like their having a normal conversation doesn't it?" When she heard no response she looked up at him, "Ron!"

He jumped and he looked just as though a teacher had called on him to ask him a question, and he wasn't paying attention. After looking around, and realizing that it was just Hermione, he responded, "What?" He asked as innocently ass possible, but the agitation he felt for being interrupted while he was daydreaming was plainly in his tongue.

Hermione, ignoring his time of voice, repeated what she had said.

"Who are you talking about?" he asked when she had finished.

"Harry and Malfoy" she replied only loud enough for Ron to hear.

"So, what your trying to say is that Harry and Malfoy are becoming friends? Ew, Hermione, that's gross, that would never happen."

"No, Ronald, that's not what I was saying, all I said is that they are getting along better," Hermione said, "But now that I think about it…" Hermione mumbled.

"What are you talking about, Hermione, now that you think of what?"

"Watch them for a minute," She said. Ron turned his head to look at the two boys. "They are acting a lot like Dean and Seamus or how they acted a month or two ago, aren't they?"

Ron looked over at Harry and Malfoy and then a Dean and Seamus and back. "I don't get what you mean, Hermione."

"Oh, Ron, you can't tell me you haven't noticed Dean and Seamus."

"Noticed what about them?" Ron looked confused

"You haven't noticed the signs," she lowered her voice a little more, "that they like each other. And not just as friends, mind you. I just think that they themselves haven't noticed yet, but I think they will, eventually."

Ron stared at her for a moment, and then realized that, maybe, she might be right.

"But what does that have to do with Harry and Malfoy?" Ron asked.

Hermione raised and eyebrow and it donned on Ron what she was trying to tell him. "Your not trying to tell me that Harry and Malfoy like each other, are you? There was a pause and Ron started laughing. The rest of the class looked over at him.

"Ten points from Gryfindor and if you interrupt the class again, you will be spending every night here with Potter, making this potion.

Hermione gave Ron a serious look, and they worked in silence for the rest of the class.

"What was that about?" Harry wondered out loud.

"The mudblood must have tried to tell the weasel how she feels." Draco responded coolly.

"Don't. Ever. Call her a that again!"

"Oh, and what is the-boy-who-supposedly-lived going to do about it?"

Harry was ready to punch Malfoy in the nose, or hex him, but decided to save that for another time where they're not right in front of Sanpe. Instead he just simply ignored him.

Seamus looked up a Dean, and the smile that was on his face a moment before while Seamus's hand was on his shoulder was wiped off his face, but had not gone unnoticed.

"So, what's next?"

"What?" Dean asked

"What is next to be done in with the potion?"

"Oh, umm we need to add that," he pointed to one of the ingredients, " then let it brew for a little bit."

"For how long?"

"Oh, umm, 10 minutes"

"Okay." Seamus said, "So, have you been paying attention to them?" he let his eyes look over at Harry and Malfoy.

"Oh, man, we're not talking about that again, are we?"

"Yes, we are. So, have you?"

"A little bit."

"Well, do you see it?"

"Now that you pointed it out I do see it. Some of the body language between them is suggesting that they may," he lowered his voice, "like each other"

"I'm happy that you finally get it."

"The people who really bother me, though, are Hermione and Ron."

"Yeah, but I'm sure they will understand eventually, I'm not so sure about the other two though."

Dean laughed. "Yeah, I doubt they will ever really get it."

"I'm sure if they were friends they would be more likely to notice it, like Hermione and Ron or," Seamus looked nervous, "or us?"

Dean stared at Seamus for a moment, and then took him into a big hug and Seamus hugged back.

Dean whispered into his ear, "I was too nervous to say anything, I didn't know if you liked me too."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't even sure if you were gay" Seamus whispered into Deans ear, "not till I saw you smile when I put my hand on you shoulder."

They pulled apart, "you saw that?"

"course I did."

"Everyone bring up a vial of your potion and then you are dismissed." Snape told the class. He gave a weird look to the two boys and then sat back down. Harry brought up their vial, Seamus brought theirs and Ron eventually brought up the last vial and before anyone left the room, the bell rung.