Chapter 5: Plans

It was 3 o'clock in the morning, but Ron didn't seem eager to go to bed. Instead, he was pacing the length of the Gryffindor common room, burning a hole through the scarlet carpet.

'Okay, "Draco" could mean something other than Malfoy,' he fought with his mind, 'it could of meant…oh shit, it HAS to be Malfoy! What the fuck am I going to do?'

Finally Ron made a decision: he would confront his best friend about it early in the morning, so nobody could hear them. First though, he had to inform Hermione.

Fifteen minutes later the red-head sat on his bed, head in hands. He felt so left out, so unintelligent. When he had reached Hermione's dormitory, he had told her in a frantic whisper what he had heard Harry say in his sleep. The bushy-haired girl, disgruntled that her sleep had been disturbed, told Ron that she knew Harry was gay all along and then to get the hell back in bed.

It wasn't that Ron was homophobic; he just didn't understand.

An hour later, Ron couldn't take it any longer. He sprinted up the stairs going to their dormitory and shook Harry awake.

"Harry!" The red-head was bordering on insanity; he NEEDED to know.

"What the hell…?" Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. "Whaddayawant?" He yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth, letting Ron smell his bed-breath.

"AHHHH!" Ron felt like he was going to explode.

"AHHHHH!" Harry, scared of Ron's sudden outburst, screamed as well. "RON! WHY ARE WE SCREAMING!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"Okay…well, just to let you know, I think you have a disease."

"WHAT!" Ron reached for his emergency mirror hidden up his sleeve and took a good look at himself.

"AHHHH!" The Gryffindor's face and neck had broken out in a very colorful rash. Ron's face was unrecognizable; the once handsome, freckly complexion was covered in pustules of different colored liquid. The only places that weren't swollen or mutilated were his eyes, nose and lips.

"I must be allergic to stress…" Ron looked crestfallen. He was supposed to go on a very special date with Lavender the next day.

"Anyway, I don't exactly care about your face complaint because I want to know why the fuck you woke me up at this hour." Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly and yawned again.

"Okay, I just wanted to know if you were in love with anybody…" Ron's look was hopeful, but Harry sighed and a few seconds later he was in a deep slumber.

"Wow, you're so helpful…"

When he finished applying some All-Remover-Cream to his hives Ron went to bed, exhausted and ready to have dreams full of naked Lavenders.

Draco was still functioning at 5am. All of his Harry-possessions were scattered on his four-poster bed, and he had the curtains shut to avoid unwanted questions. The blonde had a really good idea. He would stick all of his pictures of Harry on the inside of his forest green curtains and place an invisible spell on them when he left the room. His plan was genius. GENIUS! He would have to get rid of all the other things, though; he didn't want his room mates stumbling on any of his Harry-porn or Harry-robes. That would ruin his already fragile reputation.
When Gregory Goyle woke up that morning, he heard the unmistakable sounds of moaning coming from the direction of Draco's bed. The Slytherin shuddered and tried to go back to sleep; it was around 8am and there was no school that day.

It didn't work. The moans seemed to get louder and louder as time passed. It was making Greg very uncomfortable; Draco wouldn't be happy if he knew someone had heard him have those kinds of dreams.

Impossibly, Greg found a way to tune out the sex sounds and fell into a fitful sleep. When he woke up it was around noon. Everybody but him had left the dormitory, not bothering to wake him up. 'Nice friends…' he thought sarcastically, yawning.

As he got out of bed he stepped on something that felt like a magazine. Rubbing sleep from his face he picked up the book with his huge hands and scanned the front with his big, hazel eyes.

"AHHHHH!"

He found the porn.

Greg was surprised that he wasn't in a deep coma from receiving such a shock.

Draco had forgotten to destroy the last piece of evidence, the last of his collection of the Potter-porno, and inside that November edition were written the elegant words 'Property of: Draco Malfoy' in dark green ink.

At dinner that night there were two people who were acting suspiciously, but nobody cared or noticed. These two boys kept on glancing at two people: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Food didn't matter anymore, even though it was a very big part of their everyday lives. They had more important matters to deal with.

They both noticed how Harry's eyes would seek Draco's blonde head and blush when the blonde would glance in his direction. They both noticed that Draco looked constantly breathless and slightly pink in his pale face.

Ron Weasley was considerably pissed off at his friend for not telling him anything about his dream. 'I thought we told each everything…Does this mean I can't even trust my best friend?' To put it simply, Ron felt like a piece of dog shit left to marinate in a lonely alley in New York city, even though he'd never been there.

Gregory Goyle was traumatized that his good friend was gay. This could mean disownment. Greg knew that HIS father would kick HIM out if he was a shirt-lifter, as he so nicely put it. The dark-haired boy shuddered at the thought of Lucius Malfoy punishing Draco. It was unbearable to think of, Lucius being the most horrible person to disagree with. He could just imagine all the weapons Mr. Malfoy would use…

He gave Draco pitying looks, which made the blonde raise his plucked eyebrows.

Ron Weasley and Gregory Goyle were both thinking of similar plans. They both wanted to know if their friends were really gay or not.

'Excellent…all I need is a Polyjuice Potion and a very good act.'

A/N: Sorry I waited so long to update! I was in Europe, and we didn't have computer access! Here you go, hope you liked it, and leave some suggestions!