Chapter two: Oh, the mysteries..

Draco didn´t like Weasley. He didn´t like Granger. And he was seriously considering about killing Potter, not because he didn´t like him, but quite opposite.

He was walking to the Potions class, hating the butterflies in his stomach with a fierce passion

He was also muttering himself.

"Potter is a stupid name. And he got stupid glasses. And stupid hair. And stupid body. And..and..argh!"

Couple of ravenclaws dodged his flying fists skilfully.

"Draco!"

Draco turned to see Pansy approaching him calmly.

"Um, hi."

"Um, hi? That´s all you got to say? You run away from me and Potter, not to mention you girly screaming. And you say ´um, hi´?"

Okay, not so calm.

"Um, yeah."

Pansy sighed.

"Draco", she said softly, "what´s wrong with you?"

Draco grinned a bit too widely.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Never better! Really, Pans, stop worrying."

"Draco.."

"I´m fine! Lalala, happy happy, lalala…." He started to do a little dance on the corridor.

"That´s making me worry even more."

Draco stopped dancing, looking nervously around.

"All right, Pans. Maybe I´m not so okay. But I can´t tell you why…at least not ye-"

"You have crush on Potter, right?"

It was a comical sight, Draco staring at Pansy wide-eyed, his blonde hair sticking to every possible way.

"Hoee...how...did you...unh?"

Pansy sighed again.

"You and Potter really deserve each others," she muttered, "both have a vocabulary of six- year old."

"Pansy!"

"Oh, come on. It was so obvious."

To the look of horror in Draco´s face Pansy hurried to continue;

"But not so obvious that Potter would notice, of course. He´s a gryffindor anyway."

"Oh, goody," Draco said, looking relieved. The crowd that had gathered here, when Draco danced, started to move away. Pansy rolled her eyes.

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"Draco, really, stop that."

They were in Potions class, and Snape was currently telling them about the fifty ingredients they were going to need in making the potion. He was also regularly taking points from gryffindors, but everyone were already used to that. (Except maybe gryffindors.)

Draco wasn´t really listening, but building a little miniature character with the help of his quill and three frogs eyes.

"Look Pansy," he hissed enthusiastically, "I made a little Potter-doll!"

"That´s nice, dear, but can you please pay attention?"

Draco placed the Harry-doll proudly next to his Pansy-doll, result of last Potions class.

"Next will be Snape," he whispered to Pansy.

"Charming."

"And now we start working with partners. Longbottom and Goyle, Weasley and Crabbe-"

Draco panicked.

"Pansiee! He´s going to put me with Potter, what am I going to? What should I say? Pleaase, Pans, help me!"

"Sometimes I wonder why they put you in Slytherin."

"Because I´m pretty?"

"Most likely. All right, just be your- no, actually that might not be good idea..."

"Pans!"

"Wink, sway your hips, suck your quill or something. That´s what I usually do."

Draco blinked.

"I have never seen you do anything like that with me."

"Your point being?"

"…and Potter and Malfoy. Please take your seats and start working, Goyle, put him, down. Five points from Gryffindor.

Harry sat quietly next to Draco, pointedy not looking at him.

"Malfoy."

"Harry. I mean love. I mean Potter."

Harry stared at Malfoy, whose hair was a mess, and whose table was crowded with little dolls, and who was snapping his fingers nervously.

"Malfoy…are you all right?"

"Why does everybody keep asking me that?"

"Maybe…because your hair is sticking like that?"

Draco shrieked and started frantically brush his hair with his fingers.

"Here," Harry said helpfully, "you have some porridge in it." He leaned in and accidentally brushed his hand against Malfoy´s cheek. The slytherin squeaked and almost fell off of his chair.

He recovered almost immediately, smiling charmingly at Harry.

"Thanks Potter. Shall we start working?"

Harry blinked. Did Malfoy just wink to him?

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