Chapter five: Crazy about you.

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Okay…I had so many ideas for this chapter, so that´s why it took so long. Couldn´t decide, you see. ;;

Thank you for all the reviews! Me luvs you! Draco luvs you too! Well maybe not, but Blaise luvs you. Yes, he does…

Blaise: Kissy! "blows a kiss"

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"Hey, mate, you don´t look so good," Ron commented when Harry entered in Common Room.

Ron couldn´t be more right; Harry was pale as a sheet, and his eyes were wide as if he had seen a ghost. Still, he tried desperately smile at Ron.

"Who, me? Couldn´t be better, really. Im fine. Yes…just fine. Haha." Ron stared at him.

"Are you lying to me?" he asked, showing a rare sense of observation.

"No," Harry answered quickly.

They stared at each other's for a moment. Harry did his best to keep his face blank.

Ron smiled.

"How about a game of chess then, Harry?"

Harry sighed in relief. Six years, and one knew exactly what to do when one wants to keep things from Ron. Hermione would be harder, but he would worry about it then. Distraction was what he needed right now.

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"Dracoo-o," Blaise whined, "come play with mee-e!"

"No."

"Oh, come on!"

"Nope"

"Potter´s a jerk! Forget about him! He´s not worth it!"

"Bite you tongue! He may hate me, but no one calls him jerk!"

Blaise sighed, pouting, and peered at the mass of blankets that were hiding a certain slytherin.

"You can´t hide there forever."

"I so can!"

"You´ll be hungry."

"No…I got…cookies here. Ha!"

"Cookies?"

"Cookies."

"Not very slytherin-ish," Pansy murmured from Blaise´s bed, where she was painting her nails in pink colour.

"I don´t care!" muffled voice came under the blankets, "I´m just gonna curl up and die!"

Pansy rolled her eyes.

"Drama-queen."

"Your words have no effect on me."

Pansy had enough.

"All right then…if you die, can I have Potter?"

Blankets moved a little, as somebody under them raised his head.

"I mean," Pansy continued, lazily observing her freshly painted nails, "he is kind of attractive."

"You wouldn´t."

Pansy smiled.

"Maybe not me…but Blaise would." Blaise grinned very brightly.

"She has a point there, Draco."

There was a moment of silence under the blankets. Then blonde head suddenly peeked out.

"Over my dead body, Zabini!"

Blaise and Pansy shared a satisfied smile.

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Harry lay in his bed, wide-awake. Dra-Malfoy had haunted his thoughts all day. Why coudn´t he just forget about him? Hermione had eyed him suspiciously, but said nothing, which Harry was grateful. Mother-hen!Hermione was the last thing he needed now.

Still…Harry touched his lips gently. Who would have thought that Dra-Malfoy had very soft lips? So warm…

Wait! Not going there!

They had felt like little sparks of fire against his own…

No, no ,no! Down boy!

They had tasted like coffee and snow and something…

So what? Just forget it!

He had felt so strange. So…good.

Damn. Can´t argue with that.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on window.

Harry jumped at the window peering in the darkness.

"Hedwig?"

It wasn´t Hedwig, but a small pink owl that flew in the room silently.

Harry stared it. Owl stared back. Then Harry carefully removed the note that was attached to owl´s leg.

He folded it open, Neville´s snoring ringing in his ears.

Potter, meet me at the Quidditch-pitch.

I want to talk. Hope you haven´t forgot the kiss.

See you.

D.M

Harry grabbed his Invisibility-Cloak, and practically ran out of the tower.

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Blaise: I feel so loved.