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Chapter Two: Downside Up

'I Love Harry, I Love Harry Potter, I Love Harry...' Draco had written it all over the parchment he was supposed to be writing his Potions Essay on. It had become an addiction, since he had no other way to express his feelings. He couldn't tell anyone, and he refused, flat out, to get a journal, it was just too feminine. Looking at his watch, Draco started to panic. They had less than one minute to finish their essays, and all he had done was write "I love Harry" around one hundred times. He pulled out his wand and cleared the writing from his paper.

"Quills down, and pass your essays forward." Snape sneered, he looked angry. Parchment shuffled, ink bottles were corked, and people began to pack their things. "Malfoy, where is your essay? I do not see it here." Snape looked suspiciously at Draco.

"I.. didn't do it, sir."

"What were you writing earlier in class, while I was explaining the instructions?" Snape asked, his eyes boring into Draco's.

"I was.. taking notes, sir." Draco lied.

"A likely story. Let me see them." Snape demanded.

Draco panicked, he was completely aware that Snape knew that he hadn't taken notes. He opened his book, to look for a set of old notes, and didn't find any. "I can't find them, professor."

"That's because you had no notes to find, Malfoy." Snape began to look deeper into Draco's eyes. "You will see me after class."

"Yes, professor." Draco said quietly. At least he doesn't know what it was I was writing on that parchment.

The bell rang, and the class stood to leave for lunch. Draco stood and walked pointedly to Professor Snape's desk, feeling his relentless gaze upon him. "Professor, I apo-" He began.

"I would expect that." Snape spat. "What I wouldn't expect, Malfoy, is you not paying attention in my class." Draco could tell by Snape's voice that he was growing angry.

"I'm so-"

"I don't want to hear it. Twenty points from Slytherin, and you will have detention, every night for the rest of the week, helping Filch clean up after students. Without magic." Snape looked at Draco the same way he looked at Harry, with the deepest amount of loathing. This confused Draco, for he didn't know what he had done that would make Snape look at him that way. Then it came to him, he must have used legimency to get the truth, without having to persuade Draco say it himself. "You are excused."

Draco grabbed his bag, and stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. What an ass, he didn't even let me finish. Walking out to the Great Hall, he ran into Harry. Literally. Draco fell backwards, and landed on the floor, and Harry stumbled backwards, looking surprised.

"Sorry, Harry." Draco apologized automatically.

Harry nodded, his suspicion rising. He looked at Draco for a moment, and held out his hand to help him up. "Need a hand?" He asked.

Draco hastily grabbed Harry's outstretched hand, and got to his feet. "Thanks." Draco muttered. He looked down at the floor, and noticed his books and supplies had fallen out of his bag. He bent down on his knees and began to collect his things, stuffing them as quickly as possible back to their proper place.

"What's this?" Harry questioned, as he picked up a folded piece of parchment. He started to unfold it, but Draco snatched it out of his hands before he could see what was written on it.

"Nothing.." Draco snapped, putting the parchment in an inside pocket of his robes. "Thanks again, Harry." And he walked, smirking widely, to the Slytherin table. He took a seat by himself at the end of the long table, and looked hungrily at some turkey. After eating a skimpy lunch of two turkey slices and a piece of bread, Draco headed to upstairs to wait for Divination class to begin. He climbed up through the trapdoor and headed towards the back of the heavily-perfumed-classroom. He waited there, for about half an hour before the rest of the class began to come in and take a seat.

"Good afternoon, my dears." Professor Trelawney's voice came. "Please take out your copies of Seeing the UnSeen and turn to page 237. Today, we will be studying the signs of emotion. Read pages 237 through 250, and we'll discuss the chapter when you're finished."

Opening his copy of Seeing the UnSeen, Draco's stomach lurched. The chapter's title was, "Emotion Omens; and How To Interpret Them"

Wonderful, just bloody great. The class was scarcely quiet as everyone read the chapter, after half an hour Professor Trelawney spoke again.

"For the rest of class today--" She stopped talking abruptly as she looked at Draco. "Dear boy, you have omens clearly screaming to be surfaced!" she exclaimed, while walking excitedly over to him and picking up his hand.

"Leave me alone!" He yelled, as he wrenched his hand away from her and backed against the wall behind him. "Don't touch me!"

Professor Trelawney looked deeply offended. "So rude!" She scoffed. "Well, aside from Mr. Malfoy, who clearly finds himself above the subject, everyone will get a partner and proceed to interpret each other's emotions of today." She walked around the class, helping students and occasionally throwing Draco dirty looks. He rolled his eyes and continued flipping through his divination book. The bell sounded, and Draco left the classroom, very thankful to get out of the heat and odd-smelling-perfume.

"Does anyone care to remind the class on what we were studying yesterday?" Professor Binns asked the class, which were Slytherins and Gryffindors today. The only one that seemed surprised with no response was Professor Binns. "No one, alright then, I'll explain it." Draco pulled out his parchment and began to write, "I love Harry, I Love Harry Potter.." Drifting into a sort of trance, Draco tuned out completely, and focused on writing the same three-four words repeatedly. He stayed focused on the same actions: write, write, write, dip in ink, write, write write, dip.. until his parchment was taken roughly from him.

"Mr. Malstrode, I've been informed that you have been passing notes in class." Professor Binns said, in the same monotone he always used. He drifted to the front of the classroom, where he looked down at the parchment, showing no expression. Draco went pale as the Professor spoke loudly to the class, " 'I Love Harry, I Love Harry Potter.' "

Draco gathered his things, and ran out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him, tears streaming down his cheeks silently.

Instead of going to his next class, Draco headed to his dormitory, where he slept the rest of the day. He didn't awake until one in the morning, when he sighed and got out of bed. He changed out of his robes to the normal black clothes, grabbed his wand, and left the dormitory. Walking down the darkened hallways, he went up to the seventh floor, where he knew the Gryffindor common room was. Draco smirked as he saw that the Fat Lady was awake, and approached her.

"I've forgotten the password.. Oh no.." He muttered, acting as though he were devastated.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you in without it." the Fat Lady said, looking harrassed.

"But.. what am I going to do? I don't have anywhere to go!" Draco begged her.

"Well, perhaps you'll remember the password next time."

"But that's what you said last time.." Sighing, Draco turned and began walking slowly down the staircase. He smiled, waiting for her response.

"Oh.. Alright, just this once." and the Fat Lady swung foward, permitting his entrance. Draco stepped inside the common room, and nearly yelled as he noticed Harry was sitting infront of the fire. Completely awake. Clearly Harry had heard the portrait open, for he looked right at Draco when he entered.

"Draco.." He whispered, and he gestured toward the chair next to him. "Have a chair." His face was unreadable as he looked at Draco.

Draco sat down on the chair, and gazed into the dying fire, his heart beating against his ribs. "Ha--.. I--.." Draco couldn't find the right words to say.

"You don't have to say anything, Draco. It's okay." Harry assured, as he got up and walked over to the chair Draco was sitting on. He sat on the chair's arm and caressed Draco's cheek softly with his fingers. Harry then brought his hand under Draco's chin and pulled him into an intense kiss. Harry's tongue rolled through Draco's mouth expertly. After a few moments, Harry broke away slowly and looked the Slytherin in the eyes. "Draco, you really shouldn't be here.." He whispered.

"I figured you'd say that." Draco said shortly, as he got to his feet.

"Come on, let's go up to the dormitories."

"But what about We--"

"Don't worry about him, he'll never know." Harry assured, while looking deep into Draco's grey eyes. Draco nodded slowly, and followed the Gryffindor up the staircase, which led to a large dormitory.

"Wow, this is nice.." He commented very quietly, making sure that no one would wake.

"Don't bother keeping your voice down, they'll never wake up. They never do." Harry yelled playfully. He jumped onto his bed and layed there on his back, looking over at Draco, who walked up to Harry's bed uncertainly.

"You're sure?" He asked, casting Ron, who was drooling, a disgusted look.

" 'Course."

Draco climbed on op of Harry, grinding his hips seducively. Smiling, he straddled Harry and began kissing him fiercely. Harry flickered his tongue over Draco's and slipped his hands slowly down into his jeans. "Harry-- maybe-- we should-- do this-- somewhere-- else," Draco whispered between kisses.

"Don't be so paranoid. Relax." Harry said, as he kissed Draco's neck, and then proceeded to his collarbone, where we looked up at Draco. "You could take that off.." He hinted. Draco took of his sweatshirt, and revealed toned abs and muscles. Harry took his own shirt off, and pushed Draco lightly onto the bed, and crawled onto him, their bodies pressed tightly together. After a few hours, the deep breathing of sleep could be heard throughout the boys' dormitory.

"Harry!" Came a horrified voice, "And.. You've got to be kidding me.. MALFOY!"

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