Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and everything related to Harry, belongs to none other than JK Rowling. I'm merely a fan wasting my time.

A/N: 2 chapters in one week! Also, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed my past chapters and gave me suggestions on what to do in future chapters. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Blank Pages

"So… What about the fireworks?" Harry asked.

Hermione smiled before answering. "I was thinking of another round of 'risking humiliation, but another step towards winning Draco's heart.' Don't protest," she said when Harry opened his mouth to cut her off. "Did you think it would be easy to win Draco back? He's a Slytherin, and a Malfoy to boot. He wants to be impressed. He wants to be won over. You. Have. To. Do. Your. Part."

"Yes, I know…" Harry sighed.

"You sound like this was all my idea. Who asked who for help? Who's taking time out of her busy schedule to help him win his boyfriend back?"

"You are."

"Yes, so start acting appreciative, or I may just not help you."

"Sorry, Hermione. I just don't want to embarrass myself again, especially if Draco embarrasses me again."

"Well, we're doing something much bigger this time. He'll like this," Hermione said smugly.

"You still haven't really answered my question about the fireworks."

"Right. So, anyway, I was thinking of getting Fred and George's help on this one. What we're going to do is send Draco a package during lunch, not breakfast. Maybe we'll do it during dinner, who knows? So, he opens the box, and fireworks rush out spelling 'I love you' in a rainbow of colors. Underneath all of that, you'll stand there holding a rose. Perhaps a red one this time."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the whole 'I love you' thing. I just want another chance with him, and maybe, eventually, love him like that. Couldn't the fireworks spell something else out?"

"Yes, it could. What do you want it to spell out?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe 'Take me back?' It's not really romantic, but it gets my point across."

"No, that wouldn't work. 'Take me back' implies that you two were together before, and he may not want everyone to know you two ever had anything, so no, it doesn't work."

Harry slammed his head on the table. "I don't know, Hermione!"

"Look, Harry, people usually take the words 'I love you' lightly. I'm sure it won't be a big deal to use them. People even use those words to say they have a crush on somebody."

Harry raised his head slightly off the table. "Are you sure?"

"I'm a girl. I'm positive."

He grinned. "Well, let's start asking Fred and George some favors."

"So, now what do we do?" Harry asked Hermione as they sat down for breakfast. They just finished mailing their request to Fred and George. However, they couldn't figure out a way to ask them to send fireworks that spell out 'I love you' to Draco without telling them the whole story. For Harry's dignity, they decided to send this request anonymously and say that they were willing to pay huge loads of money if they were able to do this for them. With luck, the twins would reply quickly saying that they would gladly send romantic fireworks to their arch nemesis.

Harry glanced over to the Slytherin table, hoping to catch a certain someone's silver eyes. No such luck. Draco was looking anywhere but at Harry, and purposely doing so.

"Thanks for waking me, Harry," Ron said as he made his way to sit down next to his best friend.

"Sorry, had some things to do. Stuff to get him back, y'know."

"Ah, those sorts of things. It's going to take awhile for me to get used to that."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Harry said worriedly, afraid Ron would change his mind about accepting all of this.

"Don't apologize. You did that last night," Ron replied as he helped himself to some eggs and bacon.

"Harry," Hermione started, "you should probably catch up on your Herbology homework. I let you slide on it the last couple of days, but you really should do it today."

"Hermione! Let the boy mope in peace!" Ron argued. "Besides, I've noticed Malfoy—sorry, Harry, I refuse to call him Draco, even if you do like him—well, Malfoy doesn't bother us anymore. Too busy avoiding you. That's got to be a little nice, isn't it?"

"Ron! You don't say things like that! Harry doesn't want to avoid Draco, remember! How can you be so inconsiderate!" Hermione screeched.

"Hermione, it was just a joke! Lighten up!" Ron said in defense. He really didn't want to fight with his girlfriend.

"I'll lighten up if you stop making jokes like that, Ronald."

Ron winced. He hated being called by his first name instead of his nickname. It's something his mother does when she's angry with him. He didn't need that from Hermione.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I won't do it again, I swear."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"…"

"…"

"So, Harry, you should probably get started on your Herbology homework. I'll help you, if you need it."

When Hermione wasn't looking, Ron rolled his eyes. Hermione never let homework go away, ever. It's amazing he liked a girl so unlike him.

"Yeah, I'll go do that now," Harry replied, standing up from the bench. Hermione made to go with him. "Nah, stay with Ron. I feel like doing it alone."

Hermione nodded in response and Harry waved good-bye before heading off to his dorm to retrieve his Herbology book and writing supplies. Afterwards, he headed off to the library for peace and quiet. The common rooms were usually filled with people, and Seamus would probably wink at him again. Seamus just wouldn't leave him alone after that damned rose incident! Although, Harry wouldn't tell Seamus this, Harry would rather sleep with Pansy, who's a girl, and an ugly one at that, than sleep with him. Ah well, no harm done. Unless Seamus starts being physical when he's making his moves on Harry, then it'd be time for insults. For now, Seamus was quite harmless. Harmless as a fly, one might say. Flies are annoying, but harmless nonetheless.

Harry dropped his stuff onto a table in the library at the secluded corner in the back, which conveniently resided behind a couple of bookshelves. The last thing Harry needed were curious eyes gazing into his back as he tried to work, wondering whether the rumors that Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, was gay and pining for none other than Draco Malfoy. Soon after the whispers would come the confrontations. Some brave third year might come up to him and ask, "Excuse me, but me and my friends were wondering… Are you gay?" And then his friends waiting behind him would giggle endlessly while Harry's cheeks burned as he ignored the pesky brat and returned to his homework. Then, people started calling him rude for ignoring them. None of it mattered though… None of it mattered without Draco.

He ceased scribbling random notes onto his yellowing parchment when he heard a familiar voice behind the bookshelf.

"No, Blaise," Draco said sharply.

"Then, why do you look at him like that?" Blaise whispered back. "You're either upset or angry, but none of those when Potter's near. You act downright normal when Potter's around."

"Will you shut UP! He's right there."

Harry noticed they realized he was there, and he started furiously writing notes again, as if he hadn't heard anything before.

"How much did you hear, Potter?"

Harry looked up from his "notes" and into Draco stormy gray eyes. He now stood in front of Harry's table."I didn't hear anything," Harry said with as much innocence as he could muster.

"Good, good… Taking notes like a good little boy, I see," Draco said as he skimmed Harry's notes before walking away as fast as his legs would let him.

Harry set his quill down. How did Draco look at him? And, why would Blaise be questioning the way Draco looks at him? Well, at least Draco was looking at him… Is Draco suffering, too? Blaise did say that Draco only acted normal when Harry was around, probably, because, he didn't want to seem like he was hurting. This made Harry extremely ecstatic. The clock does work! He does have time left… Draco misses him. Which reminds him… He should probably see Dumbledore about that clock. But, how important is it to be able to carry things from your dream world into the real world? Surely, he can put it off until tomorrow… Yes, he would put it off until tomorrow.

He raised his arms above his head to stretch before continuing his homework,and a fancy eagle caught his eye. The eagle carried a regal air about him as he flew through the library window and onto the table Harry was working at. The librarian sent a glare at Harry. How could he have an animal in the library? He sent an apologetic look her way, but she scoffed at him and went back to shelving books.

Of course, the eagle had a note tied to its leg, and Harry took it off, quickly unfolding the note.

Dear Lovesick Schoolgirl (as you so-called yourself),

We'd be delighted to create these sickly romantic fireworks for you at the low, low price of thirty galleons. We'll have them done by Friday. How does that sound?

Sincerely,

Mr. And Mr. Weasley

Harry scribbled them a short note saying that Friday sounded great, and their fast service was absolutely amazing. He tied the note to the eagle's leg, and he flew off. It looked like things were going his way this week, he thought as he watched the bird soar into the distance.

He turned back to his work. The page was blank.

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