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Why did the Prefect's bathroom have to be on the fifth floor?! Harry cursed inwardly, while trying to remain as unseen as he possibly could. He had taken out his cloak again, deciding that it would be the only thing to keep him from getting swarmed. Luckily, most students were still in class, so the few that he did encounter in the corridors didn't see him. They did, however, get gloomy eyed, and the two Hufflepuff girls he had just passed suddenly both confessed to each other how they had always thought Harry Potter was "an incredible stud". It would have made Harry snort, but he decided that the usage of any noise would be very unwise right now.

He tiptoed to the secret staircase that lead to the second floor, pushed aside the large tapestry and was relieved to find no one on it. This had to be one of the most bizarre school days in his life. He had never had any desire to attend Stonewall High School, the school his aunt and uncle had chosen for him to attend if Hagrid wouldn't have given him his Hogwarts acceptance letter, but he surely would have never faced such an insane situation over there. Damn you Neville, Harry thought grimly, damn you and your clumsiness.

Suddenly, a shouting voice came from the first floor. 'I smell Potter!' Shit. A roaring of noise erupted from the first corridor and Harry started to run up the narrow stairs, in hopes of avoiding the crowd. At the bottom of the stairs he caught a glimpse of Malfoy, peering through the tapestries, eyeing the steps like a hawk. No, not Malfoy. He could stand to be kissed by Lavender Brown or Pansy Parkinson or Merlin forbid even Ron, but not Malfoy!

His stress caused him to misremember the order of the steps. He'd walked these stairs some hundred times at least, but because of Malfoy's piercing gaze he promptly forgot about the trick step, halfway through. It was the same step he had fallen through last year, when he had also been on his way to the Prefect's Bathroom. Just at the last moment, he refrained himself from shouting "no", and was able to grip his Invisibility cloak tightly, so it wouldn't come off. God, this was quite possibly the worst time to be stuck in a trick step - he had nowhere to run and the vial's smell (he refused to believe it was actually his) wouldn't be blocked by his cloak. Things didn't look good. Not good at all.

Malfoy's eye grew wide, when he heard Harry's foot fall through the trick step, and he placed his fingers on his lips. 'Is that you, Potter? If so, let's be very silent, so the others won't hear us.'

Harry muttered several not-so dignified swear words under his breath, but decided to stay still anyway. Before he could get rid of Malfoy, he needed to make absolutely sure they were alone.

Malfoy inhaled deeply, like a weird imitation of a blood hound, and the broad smile on his face got even wider.

'That must be you, yes!' he whispered, trying very hard to stay silent, but not being able to contain his excitement to that degree that he would not speak. 'I'd recognize that enticing, godly mix of a burning fire place and fresh rain anywhere... Oh Potter, I've only now come to realize how insanely attractive you are! What a loss, don't you think? All the time we spent fighting, not realizing what we were actually feeling...'

He walked up a few steep steps, reached out with his hand and grabbed a front part of the cloak. Harry flinched as he got unveiled, but managed to produce a thin smile.

'You got me, Malfoy.'

If it had been just Malfoy and only Malfoy this situation would have been hilarious. He looked at his rivals face, brimming with excitement, like he had just found a treasure. A voice in the back of his mind, that sounded a lot like either Fred or George, told him to milk the situation to it's fullest. Another voice, sounding more like Hermione, reminded him that any stalling would mean a higher chance of being exposed to being found caught in a trap by his potion's master. If he had to kiss Snape's greasy nose, he would surely become sick.
After some hesitation, he decided to take a middle route.

'I am so glad you found me, you know,' Harry lied, bemused, mimicking a look that should have been alluring. 'I was actually walking away to be alone with you. I didn't want the others to find out.'

Malfoy's eyes widened and he gasped.

'You mean that, Potter?'

'Absolutely. Now, if you get me out of this trap, we can both find a quiet place to discuss what's to become... of... you know, us.'

If it hadn't been Malfoy, Harry might have felt pity for him. Draco looked so absolutely delighted it kind of made him feel sorry he was about to break the poor boy's heart.

'Of course! Yes, let me help you, my love.'

Oh, for Merlin's sake. Nicknames.

Malfoy was being very careful not to hurt him, as he lifted Harry's leg out of the trap. Although Draco was way too touchy-feely for Harry's comfort, he did manage to grumble a "thank you".

'There is no one here,' Malfoy whispered, with a blush creeping up on his pale face. 'What do you say about thanking me with a kiss instead?'

Malfoy pursed his lips at him and closed his eyes and now Harry really couldn't hold back a laugh because of the ridiculousness of it all. He pretended to lean back in, grabbed his wand and petrified him. Malfoy's body stiffened completely as he fell back - his eyes confused and filled with betrayal. Realizing that Draco tumbling down the stairs would cause an enormous clatter, Harry hurried to get up the stairs, taking three steps at a time. He wasn't quick enough. The sound of Malfoy's falling body had alerted his other classmates and with a roar they started to climb the stairs as well, lead by Snape, for some obscure reason, who couldn't stop chanting his awkward poem. "Eyes as green as a freshly mowed lawn-..."

Harry reached the second floor. What now? Going to the Prefect's bathroom started to look like a worse and worse idea by the minute. He would never reach the fifth floor with a following like that, and even if he did, Snape would surely know the password as well and barge in. If not for Snape, possibly Ron, who was a Prefect, in contrary to him. And toying with Malfoy had been funny, but Harry knew how sensitive Ron could be. He certainly didn't want to make a fool out of him like that, it wouldn't be fair. Their friendship was way too important to him. So where to go?

The girl's bathroom? Myrtle's bathroom was on the second floor, maybe the crazed following wouldn't dare entering if he-... Oh, who was he kidding. They had all gone completely insane, they would probably even follow him into the Chamber of Secrets if he managed to open it before their arrival.

He had no time to think, though. He needed to act now. He had experience with escaping from danger - he had done it the year before. He and Hermione had practiced his summoning charm for weeks on end. He remembered those days spent together a bit more fondly now. At the time, he had been preoccupied with the stupid feud he'd had with Ron, and the very real possibility of being killed by an enormous dragon. But looking back, it had been nice. She had been so patient, and so understanding. She had proven to be a true friend, someone who truly cared for him in a way that he hadn't felt before. And didn't her persistence in teaching him Accio rightly result in him being able to summon the cup, last year? Accio had saved his life. If only he could think as clearly as Hermione usually would...

He suddenly realized that Hermione had been with him in class, and that she had stood right next to him as the content of the vial had splattered all over him. Where was she? If the potion was so strong as to seduce Lavender, Neville, Ron and even Snape, the potion's master himself, how could it be she wasn't stalking him as well? Or was she? He surely would have noticed, and now he suddenly remembered that Hermione's eyes hadn't turned foggy the moment the potion seeped into his skin. That was interesting, and surely something to think about sometime, but not right now.

Harry raised his wand, shouted "Accio Firebolt!" and ran to the nearest window to open it. He should see his broom coming this way, and it would make it possible for him to jump out the window in time to escape the flock of admirers, that were now closing in on him.

'What is all this commotion?' Turning his head, he realized one of the teachers must have gotten wind of all the noise and came to check in on them. Why did I have to go to the second floor, Harry wailed in his head. I know which classrooms are situated there. Why did I have to take these stairs? Why?

In the door frame of the classroom stood his Defense Against the Dark Arts-teacher - her voice sickly sweet, her mouth flat and wide, a bow in her hair like a huge fly. He saw her squinting eyes turn hazy and then he heard her thick, syrupy voice speak in a way he never hoped to hear again in his life.

'Oh, my, Mister Potter!'

Harry didn't usually swear badly, but there was only one word that could describe his feelings right now, and it started with an "F".

AN: I had way too much fun writing this, haha. I hope you enjoyed!