Chapter 12

A/N: Hi guys, long time no see. I admit I've been pretty lazy in leaving it so long to update, but I've had loads of work, and other stuff going on that's making big demands on my mental capacity. So here (at last) is chapter 12. If you want to berate me for being so damn slow, then review, I won't be mad :-) Seriously, as ever, comments welcome.

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It was 3.40pm on Monday October 25th, and Harry was in a closet in more ways than one. He and Draco had struck on a highly original way to pass the time before their rehearsal started; the need to waste a few minutes was why they were currently hiding in a storage closet on Minster High's main corridor, making out.

'God, I could really get used to this,' Draco thought. Truth was, he already had. Kissing Harry felt like the most natural thing in the world now. Sadly, the secrecy was necessary anyway.

Harry pulled away to glance at his watch. "We should go…"

Smiling, Draco completely ignored this, and kept kissing him. It was a further minute or so before Harry had the opportunity or the inclination to pull away again. "Seriously, we should. Trelawney won't be happy if her Romeo turns up late."

Draco pouted. "Do we have to?"

Harry swatted him on the arm, grinning. "Yes, we do."

After they cautiously left the closet, they hurried down the quiet corridors and over to the hall, where they found pretty much everyone else there already.

"Where were you guys?" Mione asked when they reached her and Ron.

"Um… Had to get something from my locker," Draco ad-libbed quickly, shooting a glance at Harry.

Then Miss Trelawney called for quiet, and there was no more chance to talk.

After the rehearsal finished, the four friends planned to head back to Ron's house, as his mom was coming to pick his sister up from badminton club, so could give them a lift.

They met Ginny outside the sports block. "Hey," she said, swinging her bag up onto her shoulder. "Good rehearsal?"

"Yeah, OK," Ron answered. "Mione, can I have a word?" She nodded, and he led her across the driveway and behind a hedge.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Christ! Make-out session. Could they be any more obvious?" She paused. "Actually, there was something I wanted to speak to you about, Harry. Um, it's about Deb…"

Harry caught her drift. "It's OK, Draco knows basically what's going on."

"OK," Ginny bit her lip briefly, wondering how to phrase what she wanted to say. "Do you know about… um, her 'special someone'?"

Harry gave her an odd look. "Starts with S and is a problem due to being a G?"

Ginny nodded. "She didn't tell you who it was herself, did she?" She sounded reproachful.

Harry grimaced. "In those words, no. I found out by… doing something I shouldn't have."

"Diary?" At Harry's look of surprise, she added, "Well where else? I'm not stupid. Does she know you know who it is?"

"No. Why are you asking me this?"

"She thinks you're getting a bit too suspicious. She told me pretty much everything, including that she knows you've been in her room, which means she knows you saw the stuff on her desk."

"Shit," Harry bit his lip. "Is she really pissed at me?"

"No, she just thinks you might have… made assumptions. I mean, she realises what it must look like…"

Harry couldn't stop himself rolling his eyes at this comment. "Well, duh!"

Ginny stopped short and looked him in the eye. "She's not hurting herself."

Harry's eyes widened. "She thought I thought that?"

"Well, didn't you?"

He blushed. "Well, I…"

Ginny folded her arms. "I rest my case. There's a simple explanation for all that stuff, you know. And maybe you should try talking to her next time rather than spying." With that, she walked off down the drive, leaving Harry speechless.

"I… Bu…" He turned to Draco, who was standing beside him with his eyebrows raised. "What?"

"Well, she's got you there," the blond said fairly. "And at least now you know nothing's wrong."

"Yeah, except that my sister thinks I'm a spying loser!"

"Yeah, well, just think of it as vengeance for her reading that website about me."

Harry stared at him. "No shit. That is exactly what I thought when I did it."

Draco shrugged, smirking mischievously. "I can read your mind, Potty Wee Potter."

A/N: Sorry about the shortness, but I really couldn't think where to go from here. Any ideas are more than welcome!