Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall together. Harry looked around quickly for Draco but couldn't find him amongst the many heads at the Slytherin table. Harry wondered where he might be as he took his seat next to Ron.

Hermione looked surprised and shocked as they sat down next to her.

"How...are you...What happened?" She finally managed to ask. Harry smiled at her and let Ron answer the question.

"We're good now," he said cheerfully.

"Good?" Hermione repeated carefully.

"Yup!" Ron said happily. Harry laughed slightly at him but said nothing.

His attention was caught instead by the arrival of Draco. Harry could feel his eyes on him even before he turned around. When he did turn, he found Draco's silver eyes boring into his skin. Draco was glaring at him with as much malice as he could muster.

Harry watched as Draco sat down in his seat next to Blaise. All the time his eyes never left Harry. Harry felt Ron nudge him and he turned to face Ron who looked concerned.

"He looks really mad," Ron said quietly.

"Yeah," Harry agreed.

"What exactly did you do?" Ron asked.

"You remember when I dream-dropped?" Harry said, still looking over at Draco who showed no signs of wavering in his hatred.

"Yeah," Ron said cautiously.

"Well, last night I did it for real, and I told him so. Needless to say, I don't think he was very pleased."

"I wouldn't say so," Ron agreed, watching Draco. Draco had finally looked away from Harry, though Harry was sure he hadn't entirely.

Hermione had been listening in to their conversation and leaned over to whisper to them.

"What do you think he's going to do?" She asked in a worried voice.

"I hope nothing too horrible," Harry said apprehensively.

"I'd be very careful if I were you, Harry," she warned.

"Don't worry, I will be."

Hermione nodded then returned to her breakfast. Ron also seemed satisfied and resumed eating. Harry, however, did not start to eat. Instead, he watched Draco for awhile. Draco appeared to not be eating. He was rather just pushing his food around his plate as though he was restless.

Harry wondered how much trouble he'd caused by revealing it wasn't a dream. Perhaps he'd gone ahead with his plan too soon. Maybe Draco hadn't been ready for the ulterior knowledge.

'What if I ruined it all?' Harry thought, worried. 'What if I was too eager and, instead, messed everything up?'

Harry told himself to calm down and that it couldn't be all bad. He would just have to wait and see what Draco had planned.

Breakfast finished soon enough and the students began to filter into the entrance hall, up towards, or down towards, their dormitories and classes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out of the Great Hall, talking quietly amongst themselves and were about to go up the stairs to the common room when Harry was shoved backwards against a wall.

Ron and Hermione stopped and turned back to see Harry standing against the wall facing a seething Malfoy.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Potter?" He hissed menacingly. Many of the remaining students stopped in their pursuits to watch the fight they knew would come.

"What?" Harry asked. This answer did not seem to satisfy Draco.

"You know what the hell I'm talking about, so don't even try to pretend you don't," he growled in a low voice. Ron and Hermione stood in shock, neither moving to help Harry.

"Look, Malfoy, I really don't know what you're on about, so if you don't mind," Harry said, gesturing around at the waiting audience. Harry knew he'd pissed Draco off royally as his eyes flashed with anger.

"What would Potty say if everyone knew his little secret?" Draco asked silkily, slowly advancing on Harry. Harry's eyes widened slightly. He didn't care if people knew, he just didn't want them to know yet, not until the plan was finished.

An interested murmur ran through the crowd at the mention of a secret. Ron and Hermione held their breath, praying Harry knew what to do.

"My secret?" Harry asked, then added in a whisper, "What about your secret?"

Draco stilled for a second and Harry could see him reflecting on the statement. His mask flickered for half a second before it was replaced again with anger.

"Don't fucking toy with me, Potter. I have nothing I'm ashamed of."

"Right," Harry said in a disbelieving tone. Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously and he moved closer to Harry so the rest of the onlookers could no longer hear.

"Listen up, Potter, I'm fucking tired of this, so why don't you stop stalking me and leave me alone."

"I'm not stalking you," Harry said quietly. Draco scoffed at that.

"Then what do you call showing up in my dorm at one in the morning for a quickie?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Acting off instinct," Harry said.

"Instinct?" Draco repeated incredulously. "And what instinct would that be?"

"Oh, something someone told me," Harry said loftily. By now most of the crowd around them had dissipated, having deemed that there would be no actual fighting. Only Ron, Hermione, and Blaise were left watching.

"What?" Draco asked sharply. "Who told you what?"

Harry leaned in close to Draco's ear and whispered, "Does this sound familiar? 'I think I love you'." Harry backed up and quirked an eyebrow at him before leaving with Ron and Hermione.

Draco was left in the entrance hall, wondering what he talking about. Blaise stood behind him trying to work out what he meant by those words. Nothing they'd ever discussed had contained them.

When Blaise looked up, he found himself alone in the hall. Draco had left and gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to work out what Harry had said. Blaise was about to follow him when a sandy blond head caught his eye.

He turned sharply and saw Seamus leaning casually against a pillar. He looked completely unconcerned. Blaise raised an eyebrow and made his way over to him.

"Finnigan," he said by way of greeting.

"Zabini," Seamus acknowledged.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Nothing in particular, why?" Seamus looked up at him curiously.

"No reason. So am I good enough for Potter?" Blaise asked innocently. Seamus looked a little surprised at the question. He quickly gathered his thoughts and thought up a response.

"Actually, there's one more test I'd like to subject you to, just to be sure," Seamus said with a small smirk.

"And what would that be?" Blaise asked.

"Well, it's more of a...hands on test," Seamus amended, raising an eyebrow.

"You're in luck then," Blaise said slyly. "I'm very good with my hands."

"I'm sure you are," Seamus muttered to himself. Blaise caught it and tried not to laugh.

"Where does this test take place?" Blaise asked.

"Upstairs, I'll take you there." Seamus grabbed Blaise's hand and led him up the stairs and to a certain room on the 5th floor.

'What did he mean? Does he know something that I don't? "I think I love you", what was that supposed to mean? Who said it? It sounds vaguely familiar, but then again, Potter always makes things up.'

Draco paced around his room, wondering at Harry's words. He knew it sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it.

The way Harry had said it bothered him too. He'd said it as though it should mean something, as though it was really important. Draco couldn't for the life of him figure out where he'd heard that before.

'I think I love you.'

Draco paused in the middle of the room, thinking hard. He knew those words from somewhere, but where? He sighed and leaned back against the wall. He looked down at the floor and closed his eyes.

:FLASH:

Draco lay on a luxurious bed, cuddled into Harry's strong arms. Harry was holding him close and stroking his hair softly.

"Mmm, Harry?" Draco murmured.

"Yeah?" Harry asked softly.

"I think I love you," he breathed.

:FLASH:

Draco's eyes shot open, aghast.

'Holy shit!' He thought as it hit him. He raised a hand to his head and rubbed his face as if he was trying to erase the memory.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no," he moaned to himself, shaking his head.

How could he have said that? What had possessed him to say something like that? Of course it had been the alcohol. What else would have made him divulge his innermost secret? Draco hit himself in the head as punishment for being so stupid.

No wonder Potter had been so cryptic. He could use that as blackmail for the rest of his life! 'Would he really though?' Draco wondered. Maybe Potter wasn't as bad as he seemed.

Draco had to figure out something to do. He couldn't let Potter lord that over him for the rest of his life. Harry knew. That freaked Draco out.

He'd never told anyone that he loved them before, except his parents. He'd never come close to loving someone before. He didn't know what to do or how to handle it.

Draco took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. Nothing was happening yet. Everything would be fine, right?

"Bull shit," Draco muttered as that thought entered his mind.

"What is?"

Draco whipped around to stare at the door which he had, mysteriously, forgotten to lock once again. Pansy stood in the doorway, giving Draco a raised eyebrow. Draco sneered at her and turned away.

"I'm not going to leave, so you might as well tell me what Potter did this time," Pansy said coolly. By now she was over the fact that Draco didn't want her. She had guessed that she might as well try to be helpful in some way. She was Draco's friend after all, no matter how much of a Slytherin she was.

"It wasn't something Potter did," Draco said grudgingly, realizing she would never leave unless he gave something.

"Really?" Pansy asked, interested. "Then what, pray tell, did you do, my little Draco?"

Draco turned around and glared at her audacity to ask such a question. Pansy simply raised an eyebrow in challenge. Finally, Draco growled and answered the question.

"I was drunk and said something I shouldn't have," he said, annoyed.

"Are you telling me that Draco Malfoy did something wrong?" Pansy asked in mock shock, making fun of his tragedy. The least she could do was tease him at a time like this.

"Shut up, Pansy," he growled. Pansy walked over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes. He glared at her then looked away.

"Draco," she said seriously and he turned to her, surprised. "Get over yourself. If you like Potter, stop acting like a stupid little first year and go get him!"

Draco stared open-mouthed at her as she moved away from him. That was the last thing he had ever expected to hear come out of her mouth. Pansy shrugged at him from the other side of the room, looking at some papers on the desk disinterestedly.

"What happened to you?" Draco eventually managed to ask, after getting over his initial shock. Pansy looked at him, as though measuring him.

"Nothing's happened to me. Maybe we should ask you that question," she said simply.

"Me!" Draco exclaimed. "I haven't changed."

"Oh, please," Pansy scoffed and Draco scowled. "You're obsessed with Potter, and," she added as he tried to interrupt, "don't try to deny it. And it's more than just an 'I hate him and want to curse him' kind of obsession."

Unfortunately, Draco couldn't deny those claims, no matter how much he wished them to be untrue. He knew Pansy had a point. Although he'd heard all this before from Blaise, he now took it more seriously. Something about hearing it from Pansy hit home.

"Fine, if I admit you're right, will you go away?" Draco asked in annoyance.

"Nope," Pansy replied, sitting down on the bed. "I want to know what you're going to do about it."

"Do about it?" Draco repeated.

He didn't know what he was going to do about it. He didn't want to do anything about it! He was perfectly content to let everything stay as it was. Just because Potter knew his true feelings didn't mean he had to do anything.

Pansy watched him as he was thinking all these thoughts. She knew he was contemplating his actions and if anything was to be done.

"Draco, you have to do something," Pansy pressed.

"And what, exactly, would you have me do?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Isn't it obvious?" Pansy asked.

"No, it isn't, so enlighten me," Draco sneered. He was getting tired of her cryptic answers. All in all, the day had not gone very well, and it wasn't even noon yet!

"Tell him how you feel," Pansy said, enunciating each word as though Draco was a little slow.

"Right, like it's so easy," Draco scoffed.

"It is. You're just too stubborn to do it!" Pansy said forcefully.

"So what if I do, then what? Huh, Pansy? What if he's only doing this to make an ass out of me? How do you know this isn't some elaborate plot to make me look stupid? How can you be sure, do you have any proof?" Draco ranted

"Would it be a ploy if Blaise was in on it?" Pansy asked. Draco was about to say something, but stopped and gaped at her.

"What?" He yelled. "Blaise is in on it?"

"Of course, you didn't think Potter could do this alone, did you?"

"Fuck! What did...how did...Since when are you so smart?" Draco asked, unable to find the right question. Pansy smiled smugly.

"Just because I'm blond doesn't mean I'm dumb," she said. "And Potter really isn't as stealthy as he thinks. Neither is Blaise for that matter."

"So they're all in on it?" Draco muttered to himself. "I could kill them!"

"But you won't," Pansy said. "They did it all for you after all."

"All for me, huh? So making a fool of me was for my own good, was it? Forcing me to have dreams about him every night was for me, eh? I don't see how this was for my benefit," Draco huffed moodily. Pansy rolled her eyes at him from her place on the bed.

"Draco, you're looking at the smaller picture here. Besides humiliation, why do you think Potter would go through so much trouble?" Pansy smiled at Draco. It was a sad and yet pitying smile. With that said, she got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

As she reached it, she turned and looked at Draco.

"Think about it," she said quietly, then slipped out the door.

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