Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related, songs not mine either (it's "Every Me And Every You" by Placebo.
A/N: Thanks to the reviewers till now (Karamela, lovedbytheangels, dairygirl, mystic fire demon, Californiasmellsfunny)! I'm surprised that I didn't get any flames yet. But just so you know, I don't react to flames so really, don't waste your time.
"Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse"
With what must have been his quickest action to date, Harry pulled the hooded cloak over himself. "What's wrong?" Draco asked in an (there's no other way to describe it) adorable, sleep-muddled voice. "Nothing," Harry whispered, so that Draco wouldn't notice that the voice had changed (Yes, Harry had changed his voice with the Polyjuice, just in case). "Why are you whispering, Mr. Evans?" Draco asked, confused and a bit suspicious. "You can take off your cloak, god knows I've seen your face and other parts of your body often enough." Harry was starting to sweat under the cloak, he needed to think, fast. "I don't pay you to ask questions. Here's your money. Farewell." It wasn't until Draco's eyes widened that he realised he had used his normal voice instead of whispering or otherwise making his voice resemble that of James Evans. "Crap," he muttered and swiftly went to the door. "Wait a moment, what happened to your voice?" Harry paused. He wondered what would happen if he would just pull down the hood of the cloak and showed himself to Draco. "You don't wanna know," replied Harry. "Goodbye now." And with that, Harry was out of the door.
With a sigh Harry sat down in the Great Hall the next morning. "Hey mate," Ron said through a mouthful of food, which sounded more like "Ewo May". "Ron, don't-" "-speak with your mouth full," finished Ron, who had by now swallowed his food, finished the sentence that Hermione surely said 10 times a mean to him. "You forgot the 'it's not polite' part, Ron" said Harry. "Oh, hi Harry, hadn't noticed you there," said Hermione. The breakfast continued with the usual conversations about Quidditch ("We're gonna flatten Slytherin next weekend!"- Seamus), schoolwork ("I swear, if I get anymore homework this week I'll just go shrivel up and die somewhere,"- Dean), teachers ("Hey, I think Snape's nose has grown even more this summer! Soon he will need someone to carry it for him!"- a very hyper Colin) and girls/boys ("Mate, you have no chance with Parvati, I mean look at her!"- random Gryffindor/ "Dude, I really think Draco Malfoy is the hottest guy in Hogwarts, after you of course, Harry"- Seamus). At this last comment, Harry nearly spit out all the food in his mouth; not only because Seamus, a guy (who was openly gay, though) had said he was the hottest guy in school, but because he thought Draco was second hottest. 'Seems I'm not the only one interested,' mused Harry. No-one knew he was gay (yet), and he preferred to keep it that way for the moment.
Harry was just walking to potions with Hermione when he bumped in to Draco Malfoy. Literally. He was walking around a corner behind which Draco was standing for some reason. And, as it is when you're not paying attention to where you're going and there's someone in the way, Harry walked smack-dab into Draco and sent them both hurtling to the floor. Draco was so surprised that he forgot to yell and curse and bitch at Harry, and Harry was just bitterly thinking that this was probably the only way he'd ever be this close to Draco as himself. Harry stood up and offered his hand to Malfoy, believing he'd laugh at him and not accept anyway. 'I seriously don't give right now' thought Harry. However, he was pleasantly surprised when Draco did accept his hand and pulled himself up. For a moment, the two just stood there holding hands in the middle of the corridor, looking at each other. 'Wow, Potter has amazing eyes… when he's not hiding them behind those hideous glasses! And his hands… slightly calloused from Quidditch, sexy…' he wasn't even disgusted at himself anymore for these thoughts. He'd given up on that ages ago, due to harbouring a crush of sorts on the green-eyed Gryffindor since end of last year. Harry, on the other hand, never wanted that moment to end. But the two were driven apart when the bell rang that alerted them to the next lesson. Harry quickly pulled his hand away and headed to the potions classroom. A pensive Draco and a confused Hermione followed.