A/N: Continuing by popular demand...A love note- Malfoy style! Thank you to all of my reviewers!This story is set during Harry's seventh year, Dumbledore has not been killed and Voldemort accidentally killed himself when the killing curse he was trying to use backfired.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Draco, or anyone/anything from Harry Potter. Draco: -muttering- Thank God.

A meeting in the Great Hall

After debating with himself and a few outfit changes later (not that he cared if Draco liked his outfit or anything), Harry found himself sneaking down to the Great Hall. He felt even more nervous than usual about sneaking out, this time he didn't have his invisibility cloak. Hermione just had to borrow it tonight to "get something from the library". Who does she think she's fooling? She's going off to snog her new girlfriend. Maybe she's afraid to tell me about their relationship because I used to go out with her girlfriend. Thank God I have the Marauder's map; at least I can avoid prefects and teachers.

Eventually Harry arrived in the Great Hall; he looked around as he went down the stairs. It looks empty…maybe Malfoy sent the note to trick me and get me down here so he could get me in trouble again. Harry wanted to throw a tantrum over having been tricked by Malfoy again and even though he wouldn't admit it, he was hurt that Malfoy would play with his feelings like that. Harry sighed and started to turn around to leave when two strong arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him into the shadows. "Hello Potter," a familiar voice whispered in his ear. When he realized who it was Harry shivered and spun around in the person's arms. "Malfoy!" he gasped, he was glad that Draco couldn't see him because he was blushing from being held so closely by the prince of Slytherin.

Someone's coming (a/n: I swear I didn't mean that to sound like an innuendo) thought Harry. Apparently Malfoy heard the footsteps too because suddenly he shoved Harry into a nearby broom closet and locked the door. Malfoy whipped out his wand and said, "Silencio," which was quickly followed by "Lumos". A bright light illuminated the closet making both boys squint. Once their eyes had recovered from the shock they stared at each other for a while as if each was waiting for the other to say something. Malfoy raised his eyebrow and scowled, "Well, Potter..." he said expectantly. "Well what?" Harry asked confused. Malfoy sighed and shook his head, "Well, what did you think of the note?"

"Oh," said a flustered Harry. "Um, I agree. I think we should call a truce, although I still don't see how it's my fault that we aren't friends in the first place. You were the rude one." Will he bring up the other part of the note? Beneath Malfoy's usual veneer of aloofness Harry could see a hint of nervousness. "What about the other thing I mentioned in the note?" Harry mentally did a happy dance at the thought of dating Malfoy. However, he wanted to see him squirm a little before he told him that. "What other thing?" Harry pretended to be confused. Malfoy pursed his lips a little to keep from insulting Harry for being so oblivious. "The other thing," Malfoy said impatiently, "you know…" he faintly blushed, "about me liking you." Harry had never seen Malfoy blush before; he thought it was so adorable. Harry had always had a crush on the blonde but Malfoy's attitude towards Muggle borns and his possible death eater status had always put him off. If it wasn't for those two things Harry would be all over Malfoy like Dudley on cake. What to tell the Slytherin who was waiting for his answer and watching him with silver-grey eyes?