Disclaimer: No. No. NO! I don't own Harry Potter. -sigh-

A/N: Ok.. it's been SUPER LONG since I've updated. Sorry guys! I've just been on writer's block.. boo. I read over what I wrote so far and it SUCKED. So I'm starting over. Hah. Um, this chapter isn't so amazing. It's short. Boo hoo.

Ok, to reply to one of my reviewers (REVIEWS! OMG!):
are you a boy? (seeing as your name is cheesboi):
No.
or are you a girl? (just under the name of boi):
I'm a girl.
or is boi something secret that you don't want me to worm into?
No. Cheesegirl sounds gay. So cheeseboi is WAY better. Hehe.
or am i just high on additives and perhaps marujana and getting on your nerves?
NO! I love questions!
ill stop now and leave you with this: Harry's Green eyes are green and Draco's silver hair is silver. get it?
I think I do.. Did I do something wrong? -is very worried-

"Oh, c'mon Potter. Don't be like this." you smirk, looking at the saddened expression below you. It has been the sixth time you've pulled Harry out of the corridors, and lunch was just in a few minutes.

You kiss him again, joy riveting as he kissed back. Surfacing again, you find the same downcast expression plastered on his face, and you sigh with defeat. Backing off of him just a bit, but still draping your arms around his slim waist, you cast him a long thorough stare.

"What's so wrong now, Potter?"

"Hm?" he says, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Wasn't listening."

"Don't play. Answer the question," you demand softly, blowing the fringes of Harry's soft raven hair. "You heard me. And I don't want another scenario like what happened a few days ago."

"Okay, fine," Harry's gaze sets upon yours, and you can't help but lean in again for another taste. Brushing his lips slightly, you back up again, satisfied.. for now. "Somethings just been on my.. er.. mind."

"What?"

"Just thinking.." he says, his expression deepening. "Just about Hermione... and all."

"You're thinking of Granger at this time?" you scoff, surprised at his confession. "So is Granger what goes through you head when I do this?" Leaning down, you crush Harry's lips under yours, adrenaline coursing in your every action and reaction to his warmth. A slow blush creeps into his soft cheeks as you back away, a wide smirk playing your lips.

"No, of course not." he smiles and a quick jump start heightens you at the sight. "I was just wondering about her.. and.. you know how she's doing. I mean, Ron is upset and he's getting really annoying. He's always whining about having to share himself, which is funny. 'Cause he's always complaining about how I'm always the one he has to share with Hermione. Doesn't that sound wrong? I mean, Ron's probably not in love with me even though he said it like he was. And I think he likes--"

"Potter," you say in a haste whisper, placing your face against his warm cheeks.

"What?" he whispers back, leaning into your touch.

"Shut up."

x.x.x.x.x

"Remember, tonight, ten sharp." Granger said, her tone very much like McGonnagal.

"Sure, Granger. Remember to get me some protection." you smirk, satisfied at your insult. You watch as her cheeks burned with a angry blush. Her low growl could be heard, but it only pleased you even more.

"Shut up, Malfoy." she mumbled, turning her face from your amused stare.

"What? Extra protection is good." Granger's face scrunched in disgust. "My wand is big, but still, you need it."

"Malfoy!"

Laughing, you wave her off. "Don't worry, Granger. I'll do my patrolling duties tonight."

"Good, you'd better not back out like you did last time." Granger started to walk away, her honey brown curls bouncing elegantly behind her. But only a few feet away, she stopped. "Malfoy?"

"Hm?"

She hesitates, her fingers fiddling with the strap of her backpack. "I saw you two together.. at the library a couple of days ago."

"Who?" you ask, but you know she is talking about Harry.

"What are you doing to Harry?" she almost growls, her hesitant expression suddenly changing into an angry mother tiger's. "I don't know what you're up, Malfoy, but whatever it is, it better not be hurting Harry."

Anger drilled in your chest at the sound of her words. What gave her any right to blame you, to accuse you for hurting Harry, when it was all her fault. When the one who was actually hurting him was her. That you were the one that had to pick up the broken pieces of Harry, and placed them back only for them to be broken again.

"I thought you and Potter were history." you say with a sneer, distaste clearly written in your features. "Rumours have it you no longer cared for your precious Harry Potter."

Her brown eyes darkened, her lips quivered slightly and she took in a ragged breath. "Harry and I.. we.. I still love him. It's just we're going through some.. problems."

"Then fix your damned problems with him before you come and start accusing me." you turn, your back facing her.

"That's going to be hard," she whispers, probably not meant for your ears too.

Your face turns to face her, "Maybe not. Harry is very forgiving."

x.x.x.x.x

A few days later, Harry is smiling jubilantly, his little enthusiasm seemed to have grown a few inches. His cheeky grin danced in your sight, giving you a very happy feeling that could give Harry's gorgeous eyes a run away from their riches.

"I reckon you and Granger have made up." you say, raising your eyebrows at his unfaltering smile. He nods, picking up his Potion's textbook and plopping down loudly in the library chair. "Any.. make-up sex, eh?"

Silence reigned for a while, as Harry's expression stayed still frozen. Then without warning, a book made contact with your forehead, it's smooth leather side swaying in your vision.

"What? What'd I do?"

"Everything." He grinned wider, burying his nose in his textbook, looking freakishly intimated by the Snape-taught subject.

"Whoa, Potter, have you gone mental?" you say in awe. "You're reading your potions book!"

"Soo?" his voice still bearing the wide grin.

"So.. you're mental!"

"Don't be silly. This isn't my potions book!" You look closer, indeed it was his potions book.

"You've gone completely mental." you sit back, crossing your arms across your chest and taking in his form. He looks back at the book cover, his smile twitching somewhat.

He's going to explode, you think. But his smile only grew wider with his careless shrug. "Oh well, I guess I am reading potions."

"Either you've gone mental, or I've gone bonkers."

"It's you."

"Shut up."

A/N: Nothing good in this chapter. Just some aweful fluff and shitzys. Yep. If you e-mailed me or anything.. I won't get it until my damned computer is fixed. I can't get onto MSN or hotmail AT ALL. Geez, stupid technology.

Anyways, thanks for the reviews guysss! -gives hugs and kisses and 919657464 monopoly money.-