A/N: Sorry it took so long to upload another chapter... I just wasn't getting into my stories. Hopefully, it was worth the wait!

Disclaimer: How did you know I didn't own Harry Potter? Shh! Keep it a secret.

"Draco," Harry whispered furiously underneath his breath. He quickly rolled up his parchment, grabbed his book bag, and stormed out of the library. A student sitting nearby noticed a book fall off a shelf. He shrugged and went back to work.

Many angry-ridden steps later, Harry caught up with Draco, who was about to enter the Great Hall. "Draco!" he yelled, and watched, as Draco's body seemed to freeze like someone poured ice-cold water down his back. He turned around slowly on his heels to face Harry and raised an eyebrow.

"Why is my page plank?" Harry said, unrolling his parchment to show the pale, yellowness of the page.

"You erased it?" Draco replied in a tone suggesting the stupidity of Harry's mind. He turned to his cronies, signaling that it was time to laugh. A moment later, the hall echoed the sounds of their forced laughter.

"You talked to me in the library. I had notes. You left, and they were gone. What did you do?"

"Why would I erase your notes, Potter?"

Harry took a step closer. "I dunno. You tell me."

Draco tipped his head to the side and took another step forward. "I wouldn't erase your notes."

"Would you answer that after using veritaserum?"

"What kind of dumb question is that?"

"Answer my question."

"I don't need veritaserum to prove anything. End of conversation." Harry watched as Draco turned around to leave with his friends. He could feel his cheeks begin to burn as if someone was holding a candle against his cheek. He couldn't even tell if Draco was telling the truth.

If he knew Draco better, like he should have, then maybe he would be able to tell when Draco was lying, but it had to be him… He was the last person to talk to him in the library. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, hoping to erase that confrontation from his mind. Hermione suddenly shot into head, reminding him to do his Herbology homework. With her constantly stowing away into his thoughts, he started heading back toward the library. After reaching the library doors, he realized that the library wasn't where he wanted to be. Perhaps he could do his homework in the Astronomy Tower, where he could sit in the slightly chilly air above everyone else. Solitude would be nice… However, there might be a couple up there, finding numerous ways to glue their lips together. No worries, Harry planned to pry them apart and send them running. There's no reason why they wouldn't be scared of him. He's faced Voldemort many times now and has lived to share the ugliness of him. Anyone who didn't fear Harry would be out of their tiny minds.

The end of the staircase finally reached Harry, and he stepped out onto the balcony; a step that pushed him into revitalizing night air. He closed his eyes and breathed in this air as if his life depended on it. When he opened them, he turned to see that no one actually decided to come up here tonight. The force must be with him tonight.

Harry chuckled to himself at this joke; perhaps, since he's joking around in his mind, it means that his heart is finally overcoming the beast of Draco Malfoy.

He sat down against the wall and took out his Herbology books. Now he had to restart his notes of chapter eleven; he sarcastically thanked Draco for that in his mind.

As he laid his quill on the parchment, he heard someone sneeze, which immediately drew his attention. His head turned in every direction, but he didn't see anyone. He could tell that whoever sneezed was close to him, and the stairway would only echo the sneeze… Was someone here… in an invisibility cloak? Who would be watching him?

"Hello?" Harry asked, his voice piercing the night air. The loneliness of his voice somewhat startled him.

Now he was definitely sure that someone was making his/her/their way toward the door. Harry just had to beat him/her/them to the door.

Time resembled a slow-motion movie in the next few seconds. Harry nimbly traveled across the balcony, and whoever it was obviously doing the same. He could see the door opening before he could get there. That person made their escape.

"Draco… If it's you, I love you," Harry said uncertainly into the stairway. Whoever it was paused for a moment, and Harry nearly expected a reply, yet that person continued running after a minute passed. Harry decided not to chase after that nameless person.

Gloomily, he went back to his homework, barely able to concentrate on the words from the book. His mind kept wandering back to that person. Was it a crazy fan? Was it Draco? He felt like the hopeless girl he watched in movies; the girl who gave her man everything, but then the left her, and she remains alone and wishing for him to return. He guessed that he wasn't over Draco, yet.

Somehow, in the next couple of hours, he finished his notes for Herbology. He couldn't remember what he read, but his notes proved that he did read the text, and that's all that mattered.

His hands closed the book and placed it gently inside his bag. He stood up and stretched, beginning to feel the effects of staying up late. Quietly, he went down the stairs.

The hallways were dark with unlit candles. Supposedly, it was for the better. Teachers would have a horrible time seeing Harry in this, and he cursed himself for forgetting his invisibility cloak.

He made his way back to the Gryffindor common room undetected, and went to bed without further ado.

"You do realize what day it is, right, Harry?" Hermione asked at breakfast.

Harry nodded as he sat down across from her. "It's Friday," he replied. "Just… Why are you asking me this?"

Hermione leaned forward, meaning she was going to indulge in something private. Harry leaned forward, too.

"The fireworks come today," she whispered.

Harry's eyes widened as the memory rushed over him. "Do you know when they'll be here?"

"Fred sent a letter saying that the fireworks will come at 6:00pm."

"What if Draco is sitting at the dining table at six?"

An all-knowing, slightly terrifying look formed in Hermione's eyes. "He'll be there. Trust me. All you need to do is get a rose sometime before then."

"Yeah," Harry replied, frowning as he felt his stomach being twisted around like play dough. This could possibly be the most humiliating night of his life.

"Harry, could I talk to you alone before class?" Ron said after remaining silent for the majority of the conversation.

"Sure," Harry said, ungracefully with his mouth full of poppy seed muffin. Ron flinched at the sight, but said nothing of it.

The long, silky invisibility cloak wrapped itself around Harry's body, while he stood in front of the Slytherin dining table, waiting for the package to arrive. In the meantime, he was just watching Draco lifting the fork to his mouth, his lips enclosing the meaty substance, take out the fork, and chew his food. He was having the time of his life. Actually… Why didn't he think of this before? Draco's lips were beautiful… Oh, how he'd love to kiss them again. And, the best part? Draco had no idea Harry was ogling at him. Well, he might have some idea once Harry throws the cloak off. Hermione said it was to make sure he was unnoticed when the package arrives, and that he'd actually be there.

Harry glanced down at his deeply red rose, thankful that Ron had bought a bouquet for Hermione for their anniversary, and let him have one. Of course… Ron didn't tell Hermione. As long as there were twelve roses, it shouldn't matter, right?

His throat went dry as he saw an owl swoop down in front of Draco. His gray eyes looked up from his meal, surprised that he was getting mail at dinner. People usually received mail at breakfast.

Springing into action, Harry let his cloak slip off to reveal himself to the world as Draco's slender fingers began to untie the ribbon…

A/N: I suppose I'm a bit evil for leaving you here... Plus, I'll try to update much sooner than I did last time. :)