Disclaimer: These characters and stuff aren't mine, unfortunately.

A/N: OMGOSH wow! You guys actually like this story! I was so amazed with all the reviews I got, thanks so much to those who reviewed! You like me, you really like me! sniff Well ok here is chapter 2, a little short. I know that the next chapter is going to better! Going to be fun…In the meantime, I hope you like this one!

Last week on Passing Notes soap opera style:

Draco was struggling. He had barely just admitted to himself that he liked Harry. How could he admit it to the dark-haired boy so soon? He shot a look in the boy's direction. Potter was still staring at him, waiting. . .

Draco smirked at Harry and turned back to the note to reply. He had made up his mind. He marked his choice and then folded the paper neatly into four, frowning slightly at the mess that Harry had made crumpling it. He sent back the note in the same way Harry had given it to him. Harry sat up smiling in amusement when he noticed it coming. He bent over and grabbed it, then opened it and saw Draco's answer to his ridiculous question.

'Maybe'.

Harry stared down at the neat little checkmark for a few moments, then glanced back up at Draco, who was watching nervously (though he looked perfectly calm and collected on the outside) for Harry's reaction. Draco couldn't tell from his face exactly what the boy was thinking. Usually it was so easy. When Harry caught his eye Draco smirked at him and winked before turning back to face the front of the room.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I did not just wink at Harry Potter! Oh look at him! He's totally and thoroughly confused.

Draco had to try really hard not to laugh at the look on Harry's face.

Harry was not quite sure if he had seen what he thought he'd seen...Draco...winking...at him? He hadn't been expecting that. It was kind of weird...

Oh, yes, and asking him if he wuvs you wasn't weird at all, a voice in Harry's head remarked sarcastically.

That's true...Alright. Well this little game could keep me from rotting in some of my classes...

So Harry picked up his quill again and began to write. He looked up at the back of Draco's head for inspiration and got lost in thought.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" Harry jumped. Ron and Hermione were standing with their bags. The classroom was nearly empty.

"The bell rang! Come on, we'll be late," said Hermione.

"Oh yeah. Right." Harry hurriedly stuffed his books into his bag and jumped up to walk with his friends.

"Gods, that lesson was quite possibly the most boring EVER," Ron complained as they headed off to Transfiguration.

"Oh Ron, it wasn't any worse than usual." Ron snorted.

"Look what it did to Harry! Sheesh. I think if Binns were to drop dead in front of the class in the middle of a sentence, that nobody would notice."

"Well I'm sure nobody would notice, seeing as he's already dead, Ronald." Harry and Ron laughed as they entered the classroom and took their seats. Professor McGonagall came in and started lecturing the class on who knows what kind of lame-ass crapola.

Harry finished his note and watched it slide over to Draco on the floor, as if propelled by magic. (Oh wait, haha..) It tapped Draco's very expensive and totally fabulous (in the words of Pansy) shoe and Draco accio'd it into his hand without looking down. He had to be careful; McGonagall was a lot more observant than Binns. He discreetly uncrumpled it and poised his quill over it so it looked like he was taking notes.

'Hey studmuffin,' the note started. The first line and already Draco was trying not to smile.

'Maybe you like me? Maybe? Well I know what that means, Draco. It means you loooove me, you wanna be my bessst friend, you wanna daaaate me, you wanna pin me up against a wall and dooo me!'

Draco's eyebrows went up. He couldn't help but conjure up a little mental picture of that, and a corner of his mouth came up in a mini-smirk.

'I know you think I'm gorgeous, love. Don't deny it any longer. Come on, tell me you love me!

Kisses and hugs,

Your very favourite rival'

He doesn't really think I...thought Draco. No, he's only playing around. Playing this twisted game of his. Twisted, yet admittedly fun.

Draco then proceeded to write a response on the other side of the page.

Meanwhile, Harry was a little bit worried.

Oh god...Was that too much? I sounded like a bloody ponce...Wait, he doesn't think I'm gay does he? No I don't think so…He won't be..erm...disturbed, by that lovely little note, will he? Nah I don't think so...He's Malfoy; undisturbable. But that 'do me' line was pretty—

His inner rant was interrupted when he noticed Draco's reply note, which seemed to be trying to climb up his leg to get his attention. Draco Malfoy will not be ignored. Harry grabbed it off his shin and opened it to read.

'To my love-bunny,

My God Potter. I didn't know you were so into me. Or rather, into me being into you. insert patented Malfoy smirk here Somebody loves himself a lot. And I don't mean me. Although, I have a reason to love myself...Wouldn't you agree, cupcake? And since you so wanted to hear this from me, (either you are really insecure or you've fallen for me, and I wouldn't blame you for either), yes, you're gorgeous, yes, I love you, yes, you're heroic and funny and great in bed, blah blah blah...There. How was that? Well, I'm sure you'll be writing me soon; clearly you can't get enough of me.

Love from,

Your very favourite Slytherin'

Harry grinned at the note and looked up, only to see a rather hilarious kiss blown his way, and he couldn't stop the (not at all girly) giggle from tumbling from his mouth. Unfortunately not only did Draco hear it (and love it), but so did everyone else in the room, including the stern professor. She stopped talking and walked over to Harry's desk. All eyes were on the two.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Mr. Potter?"

"No, Professor," answered Harry very honestly. He hastily tried to hide the note from view but he was too slow. McGonagall held out her hand for the note and Harry gave it to her reluctantly. She read it over silently, her eyes widening. Then her brows knitted and she looked very lost. The poor woman thought she had lost her mind. Didn't Potter and Malfoy...hate each other?

Draco and Harry exchanged a look and both were fighting to hold in their laughter at the look on McGonagall's face, despite themselves. The woman looked at Harry and then at Draco uncertainly, and then spoke.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, detention for both of you for passing notes in class." The two nodded, still finding the whole thing quite amusing. In fact, our little Slytherin prince was quite satisfied with this development. Detention with Harry...Hmm.

Ron was looking murderously at Draco for getting Harry detention. He made a mental note to ask him later what the foul git had written.

Hermione, though, was looking curiously at her friend. Harry really didn't seem to be as upset as he should be.

A/N: Alright! There you go, another chapter. super super proud Review please! It makes me happy. You want to make me happy don't you?