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A/N: Alright so I thought that this would be the cliché detention scene chappie, but too bad it's not! Other fun stuff had to happen first…Next chapter! I hope you like this one!

At lunch that day Harry was shoveling food into his mouth when he realized Hermione was watching him, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"What?" he asked, spraying only a little bit of food on the table.

"Well Harry, it's just that when McGonagall gave you that—" Hermione started, but was cut off by Ron.

"Yeah! What did the ferret say to you anyway?"

Harry thought carefully before answering this. The notes were a joke, but he didn't think that Ron would quite understand why he would write such things to your enemy; especially one who is a guy. Especially one who is Malfoy.

"Nothing, nothing," Harry answered, shaking his head. "Just the usual garbage about me, and the mandatory comments about you guys." Ron growled at this.

"So of course I had to write a lovely little response."

"Good," Ron nodded approvingly. "That arse really needs to get a hobby." Harry laughed.

"Ahem," Hermione scowled. Harry smiled apologetically.

"As I was saying, Harry, you really didn't look very angry when you got that

detention. I thought you would have been outraged that you got a detention with Malfoy, because of him. Of course, it was both of your faults, but I know that's not how you see it," Hermione said. Harry shrugged.

"Whatever," he said. "It's just Malfoy." Ron knitted his eyebrows and Hermione raised hers. Then Ron clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder and said,

"You know what, mate? You're right. We really shouldn't be wasting so many thoughts on that git. You should just deck him in detention and be done with it." Hermione frowned, and Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table to see the very subject of their conversation watching him.

Draco immediately put his eyes down to his plate.

Shit. He didn't see that, did he? Draco sighed. His mood had taken a dive since Transfiguration that morning. This whole "crush" thing really wasn't working for him. Draco didn't like wanting something he couldn't have. He didn't like the scary feelings he got when Harry was around. He didn't like having to depend on Harry's feelings. Draco Malfoy liked control, and now he really didn't seem to have any. It was making him crazy.

"Draco?" asked Blaise, who was sitting next to him.

"What is it, Zabini?"

"What was in that note you and Potter were passing?"

"None of your business," snapped Draco. He was not in the mood for Blaise and his crazy mind games.

"Oh I see," said Blaise. "It was a lurrrve note!" Draco looked up at Blaise's smirk and his teasing eyes. Not in the mood for those either. Draco blushed just a little at that. Damn. Another thing he couldn't control. Blaise's eyes widened at his reaction.

"What? What the hell were you writing, Draco?" Blaise was grinning.

"Nothing," mumbled poor Draco. "We were only joking around." He couldn't help but look up at Harry then, and he bit his lip. Unfortunately for him though, Blaise saw this, and, being surprisingly observant and insightful, the boy let out a delighted laugh.

"I can't believe it! You like him! You like Potter, don't you?"

Draco's eyes widened and he turned to look at Blaise.

"NO! No! I do not! UGH! Honestly...Harry Potter..." he exclaimed.

But Blaise was still grinning his face off.

"Just wait until Pansy hears...She'll be crushed." Pansy had been in love with Draco since...well...always. She shamelessly flirted with him all the time, even though she knew he was gay. The poor girl seemed to think she could turn him straight.

"SHUTTEY!" Draco yelled, and then sighed. Blaise had already seen through him, there was no use lying. "Okay, so maybe I think he's...attractive. You'd better keep your mouth shut though." He scowled. Blaise smiled triumphantly.

"Don't worry love. I'll keep your deep, dark secret. But how are you going to snag the Golden Boy? Is he even—"

"Gay? I don't know...He certainly seems pretty straight. Although it might not be totally hopeless. I think a completely straight guy may have been a little scared by the content of those notes..." Blaise looked at him questioningly and Draco filled him in.

"But he was just trying to amuse himself, right?" asked Draco.

"I don't know, Draco. Would a truly straight man write those things?"

"I...Maybe! Ugh. You're no help."

"Well you know the only way to find out for sure."

Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Put the moves on him," Blaise finished with a smile.

Two days later, it was Friday, and Harry was definitely done with this week. Every day, the same rubbish. The only thing that had been different and entertaining that week was—

Harry craned his neck around Neville's head to see that blonde one he knew so well. Ah. Time for some fun. Who really needs History of Magic anyways? And twice a week! Ugh!

Draco had been so absorbed in daydreaming (A/N: About who, you ask? That's right, I know what you're thinking. And you're pervy! But I like it...) that he jumped when something hit his leg. A crumpled up ball of paper. Draco's inner self began cheering. He had been waiting for another of Harry's careless little balls of happy! He looked over his shoulder at the object of his affections and saw Harry pointedly looking away and looking conspicuously inconspicuous. Draco smiled as he opened the note and read it.

'Snugglebum,

You're breaking my heart, you know. I waited for so long after our beautiful time together, but you never wrote me! It almost seems like you're avoiding me. It's always me that has to write to you first, Draco. Why is that? Are you mad at me? Is that it? You're mad because we got detention. Well I can't take this anymore! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! sob What's changed? Why don't you heart me anymore? I'm still sexy, right? I'm not getting fat, am I? Draco, set my mind at ease!

Love,

Your very favourite drama queen'

Draco had to use all of his self-restraint in order not to laugh out loud. Instead, he began to tremble slightly with silent, held in laughter. Harry noticed this and grinned. Hermione, who was sitting beside Harry, saw him and followed his gaze. At first she frowned; Harry must be fighting with Malfoy again. But then she saw Malfoy turn around and stick out his lower lip, giving Harry a pouty look. Then his face cracked into a smile as he ducked back around with a muffled laugh. Harry was still grinning. Now, if Hermione had been the type to swear, she probably would have said something along the lines of, 'what the fuck?' But as it was, she just gaped at Harry before narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

A few moments later, Harry got a reply.

'Sugarface,

I can't believe you would think such things! Of course you're still sexy. Not fat at all, love. Don't worry. But you never think of others, do you Potter? Maybe I thought you hated me because we got detention. Maybe I thought you didn't want to get in trouble again. But now I see you're ready to take risks in order to talk to me. Or maybe it's more than talking you want.

Muah!

Your very favourite sexpot'

Harry chuckled quietly. Then, since he knew Malfoy was watching, he held the paper to his chest and looked up into the distance, heaving a dramatic "in love" sigh. Quite a few people gave him the eye for that one.

That night in the common room, Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all sitting around talking about the amount of work they had. Harry shifted around and leaned back in his seat to get more comfortable. Ron, who was sitting beside him, noticed a piece of paper almost completely out of Harry's pocket and he reached out and snatched it.

"What's this, Harry?" he asked. Harry yawned.

"Dunno..." But then Harry suddenly sat straight up as he realized he did know. He tried to pounce on Ron and grab it back but Ron grinned and ran to the other side of the room to read it.

"Ron, no! Don't! Harry yelled, but Ron was already reading it. His eyes bulged out when he was finished and he began turning some very interesting colours.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

"Ron, no, it's not like—"

"HARRY! WHAT THE FUCK? This is a bloody love note to Draco sodding Malfoy!" Ron had lowered his voice at that last sentence, and the people who had been staring turned back to what they were doing. Hermione and Harry came over to where Ron had run to, and Hermione took the note from Ron and read it over. Yes...this matched up with what she had seen earlier in class. Ron and Hermione now stood silently, staring at Harry. Ron was still looking green, and he was mouthing the word 'sexpot' over and over. Harry almost giggled at the state of his friend.

"Guys, it's only a joke. Relax. I was bored, okay? I wanted to have some fun so Draco and I have been playing this little game." Ron looked visibly relieved, but Hermione bit her lip in thought. Harry laughed and said to Ron,

"Sheesh, mate. You really think I would start dating Malfoy?" He and Ron both laughed.

"Oh gods, Harry. I was scared for a moment there. You had me thinking you were swinging the wrong way..."

Wait, thought Harry. Ron seemed more freaked out at the thought of me being gay than at the fact that it was Malfoy...Is he really that closed-minded? Harry regarded his friend for a moment. He didn't know why he felt so upset with him for that, but he did.

Ron went up to bed later, leaving Harry and Hermione doing their homework.

"Harry," Hermione broke the comfortable silence.

"Mmm?"

"Well, erm, Harry...You don't...You don't like Malfoy, do you?" she asked timidly. Harry's head shot up.

"WHAT! NO! Hermione! I told you that was only a joke! Me and Malfoy? Come on! I'm straight, first of all!"

"Oh back to 'Malfoy' now is it?"

"What?"

"Well earlier you called him Draco."

"I did not!" Harry thought for a moment. "D-did I?" Hermione nodded.

"Ugh! Who cares? The point is there's no way I like him because not only is it Malfoy, but he's a guy! I like girls, Hermione!"

"Do you Harry? Really? It's alright if you don't."

"Hermione! I can't believe you!"

"Okay okay. But are you sure Malfoy doesn't have a thing for you, either?"

"Wh-what?"

"It's just, those notes were pretty flirtey, Harry. You don't think he might have gotten the wrong idea?"

At this point, Harry was panicking.

"No! You don't-you don't think he...?" Harry looked at Hermione with wide eyes.

"I think I have to go to bed." And with that, he ran to his room, leaving a concerned Hermione in the common room.

Harry lay in bed, wide awake, thinking about what Hermione had said.

Draco doesn't, he cursed himself, Malfoy doesn't really think I'm gay, does he? He doesn't think I like him, right? Is he gay? Am I gay? No! If I was gay I would have never noticed how great his hair is, or that cute little arse of his, or the way his eyes are when he's thoroughly pissed at me, or— Harry stopped himself, slightly freaked out. Then he rolled over and put his face into the pillow. I'm not gay...

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