Chapter three: Pain of love.

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"So," Harry started. No answer came.

This class has been really weird. First Malfoy had winked so many times, that Snape had asked, if he would like to go and see madam Pomfrey. Then Malfoy had tried to eat his quill, and ended up choking feathers, and Harry had to pat his back, so he could breath again. And when Harry had asked about the dolls, Malfoy had made a weird noise, muttering something about apples, and gathered the dolls in his bag.

And now he was staring at his poor quill and mumbling something.

Harry, on the other hand, had finished the potion, and was now a bit bored. That´s why, even if all his senses were screaming big red no no, Harry was going to start a conversation. With Malfoy.

"So," he repeated. This time Malfoy´s head snapped up, and he was staring Harry with his big, silver eyes, like Harry had just said something truly interesting. Which he had not, at least in his opinion.

"Your glasses are askew," Malfoy said, before Harry had time to repeat his ingenious sentence.

"Oh," Harry said. Damnit, it was just Malfoy. Why was he so nervous?

"Thanks," Harry said then, but didn´t fix his glasses. When they were like this, Malfoy´s hair looked really nice. All shining.

Wait, no.

They were staring at each others now: Harry in slightly hypnotic state, because of the way Malfoy seemed to shine all sudden, and Draco in slightly hysteric state, because Harry was looking him.

The air seemed warm and cold at the same time and suddenly-

"All right, leave your potions were they are. Class dismissed. Five points from Gryffindor."

Harry rushed out of the class before Ron or Hermione had time to say anything.

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A loud, steady sound could be heard in the dungeons of Slytherin´s, as Draco Malfoy banged his head repeatedly against the wall of sixth year´s dorm. Pansy, breaking all of the rules, was sitting on Draco´s bed, flicking through a magazine on her lap.

"Stupid-ouch -moron-ow -idiot-teacher. Why did he have to interrupt us? We were having a moment for Gods sake! Couldn´t he see that?"

"I don´t think Snape´s very good at things like that," Pansy said absentmindedly.

"He was looking at me! And I was looking at him!"

"That´s nice, honey."

Just then Blaise decided to make his appearance.

"Hello, hon. What´s wrong with Draco?"

"Sadistic-ow-bastard-ouch,damnit-"

"The pain of love."

"Oh." Blaise grinned sadistically at the thought.

A slightly red knob was forming on Draco´s forehead. Pansy sighed and got up, walking over Draco.

"Now, stop that, will you? You´re ruining your face, and Potter won´t like you anymore if you do that."

"He likes me?"

Pansy rolled her eyes.

"Silly fag. Of course, he was practically drooling at Potions."

"He was?"

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"Oh Merlin," Pansy muttered and stomped out of the dorm.

Blaise, who had been following all this on his own bed, finally decided to speak up.

"Soo…You´re in love with Potter?"

Draco stared at him.

"How did you guess?"

"Well, looks like you hit your head a bit too much," Blaise muttered. Aloud he said:

"You know, I can help you if you want."

And that was all it took to get Draco suddenly in his bed.

"You can? Really?"

"Yes, yes! Stop drooling on my shirt!"

When Draco had calmed down a little, Blaise crossed his legs, and started to explain.

"You see, it wont do any good if you try to seduce him just like that. You have to act a little harder to get, that´ll wake his interest. Besides," Blaise wrinkled his nose, "I saw you at Potions. You were supposed to suck at the sharp part of the quill."

"Oh."

"Exactly. Now let me explain more…"

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In Gryffindor´s boy´s dormitory Harry was pondering about certain Draco Malfoy.

He wasn´t so bad today.

He was kind of pretty actually. No sexy-No. Nice. He was nice, that´s right. Nice.

Groaning, Harry hid his head under the pillow. This was going to be a long night.

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