Harry danced the night away at the yule ball. Only not with Parvati, he was dancing with a boy. Harry was being led around as the partner in a dance. Music played lightly in the background, people danced around him and his partner. He could hear people talking all around him, teachers and their dates dancing by him. The raven haired boy smiled happily, enjoying the ball much more than he remembered. Spinning around in circles feeling lighter and happier than ever time seemed to fly by. He finally looked up at his date, surprised to find platinum blonde hair accompanied by a kind and loving smile.

Harry awoke to another note, he was starting to get used to notes when he woke up. He found it very cute and endearing that sleeping meant he cot a new note from his admirer. He looked around the room finding that he had missed lunch and it was actually almost supper. He quickly read the note, ready to run down to the Great Hall for his first meal of the day.

Harry Potter,

You are completely correct about about me being one of the nine people you listed, and I understand your worry and fear of me making a fool of you, you may not know me, but believe me when I say this, I like you far too much to do such a thing and ruin any chance I may have with you. Also, the story about why your favorite color is red is oh so cute. Harry, darling, you have to guess who I am in order for me to tell you. Me telling you who I am outright would not be so much fun now would it. You are the chosen boy, your oh so smart and perfect Potter, besides you know me Harry. I understand if this is a little frustrating, but I want a way for you and I to get to know each other without the drama of our houses, friends, history, or whatever else to get in the way. I hope you understand why I am doing this and at any time you wish to give it a guess as to who I am, go ahead and give it a shot, just remember, if you are correct, I will tell you so, and if you are not correct I can ask you anything I want to about you and you can't lie about it. I hope to see you down in the Great Hall for dinner, as you missed both meals prior today.

Sincerely,

Your Secret Admirer

Harry laughs lightly to himself happy to be so understood by someone other than Hermione. It was nice to have someone, even if he didn't know who. Whoever this person was, he was starting to like talking to this person every day, he liked knowing someone was there for him. Harry thought about the possibilities of who all it could be, regardless of who it was they had a way to his heart, especially for a Slytherin. Harry hummed a tone aloud to himself trying to quickly think up a reply so he could go to dinner and eat. Not eating for a while day when your a teenage boy, was not a good idea. Before someone came in wanting to get something or change Harry began to type his reply.

Secret Admirer,

You seem to be very concerned about me eating and my well being, but being as it might, I'll happily go to dinner with you as long as I get something in return, I want another hint as to who you are, it doesn't have to be a big hint, or a small hint, just something, anything. I'm grasping at straws trying, but I need more to work with than the nine people in 5th year and Slytherin. I also wanted to let you know no matter who you are I want to go on at least one date with you. Whoever you are, you've put a lot of time and effort into getting my attention, it's actually quite cute. If I'm honest, no one - ever - has done anything close to what your doing. I really hope to get to know you a lot more, and I wish to learn who you are soon.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Harry had written so fast that he could barely read his own writing, but he hoped greatly that whoever he was sending these letters to could read the sloppy chicken scratch that somehow counted as handwriting. He reread the letter over and over, wanting to make sure he got his point across very clearly. The dark haired Gryffindor read the letter one last time making sure to add the correct punctuation and spelling, not wanting to sound like an illiterate swine to his obviously much smarter counterpart. Smiling at his finally finished work, Harry slipped the neatly folded letter into an envelope and sealed it before calling Hedwig in to send the letter to whomever it needed to go to.

Harry stretched, not realized how little he had moved that day, but excited to rush down the stairs to the Great Hall for his first meal of the day - dinner. Harry quickly changed his robes, he wanted to look nice for whoever, and also possibly a little for Malfoy too. The dark haired, green eyes boy blushed at the thought of impressing Draco. Harry shook his head quickly dislodging any inappropriate thoughts.

Slipping his shoes on the quarky lion quickly ran from the Gryffindor boys room, running out the door past the fat lady, down the moving staircases to the Great Hall in what seemed to him at the time to be record time. Upon getting to the busiest room of Hogwarts Harry's eyes immediately scanned the dark green Slytherin lading on Draco first then scanning the other eight possible people it could be. Walking up to Gryffindor table Draco caught his eye and Harry couldn't help himself and winked at the blonde haired beauty, and he could have sworn he seen him blush.

Harry sat down at his houses table at his usual spot. Ron and Hermione were very excited to see him.

"Harry! Where have you been all day? We haven't seen you at all." Spoke Ron around a mouthful of food.

The raven haired boy laughed at his friend, "I was tired earlier so I stayed and relaxed in the room all day. Hermione," he thought aloud not watching at all what he was saying. "Are you busy tomorrow I need your help with something." His eyes widened at the realization he had just asked for help for something he didn't want anyone but Hermione to know about in front of a bunch of Gryffindors.

Hermione smiled at him knowingly before speaking, "Of course Harry."

His friends all resumed conversation after he nodded and looked down. Once he knew no one was looking at him, Harry snuck a glance back over to the Slytherin table. Eyes automatically adjusting themselves to Draco Malfoy and his platinum blonde hair. Looking at him like this made Harry think of his dream from earlier in the day. How he felt being led around the dance floor, held close to what he thought would be what Malfoy's chest felt like. Harry knew he liked Malfoy, knew he had for a while, about a year and a half now. The more Harry got the letters, the more he subconsciously wished it could be Malfoy. Knowing he should tell his secret admirer about his feelings for someone, and about being bi, but on the off chance it was Draco, he didn't want to scare him off. Yet, on the likely change it isn't Malfoy he didn't want to give whoever it was false hope of a full chance with him. Harry mentally shrugged off the thoughts for now, nothing needed to be done immediately, he wanted a little more information before he did anything major.

Ron breaks Harry out of his mind and thoughts by speaking, "Harry, why are you staring at that git Malfoy? Is he doing something again?"

Harry quickly looks back at Malfoy, he could swear the Slytherin looks flushed, bothered, but there looks to be a slight smile playing at the corners of his soft pink lips. Harry flushes as Draco once again catches him staring, yet this time, its Draco who winks. Harry flash's him a megawatt smile before returning to his friends conversation.

Dinner ended quickly after, and Harry rushed out of the Great Hall door. As he left, he slammed into someone taller than him, but thinner. He looked up into the mercury eyes of Draco Malfoy. No one else was around yet, and Draco seemed to take that into accord by smiling, Big, elegant smile, perfect white teeth, soft pink lips. Harry knew he was staring in awe, but he couldn't help it, the man before him was beautiful. Draco brought his hand up and touched Harry's cheek, soft hands causing sparks to fly all throughout Harry's body and limbs. A pair of green eyes closed a smile on his lips, the hand dropped away after the thumb made a circle on the apple of his cheek. Harry quickly opened his eyes to see Draco mouth something he couldn't quite makeup before turning and walking away, but not with his usual stride, one much lighter and happier or at least Harry thought so.

Smiling to himself the Gryffindor seeker made his way back to the commons. It was already almost time to head to bed, but there was one more thing he wanted to do before he went to bed. He pulled out a pencil and piece of parchment writing down all nine names he had listed the day before. Harry's new homework for himself was to start investigating who it could and could not be, crossing off the names it couldn't be. He smiled at his idea, proud of himself.

Harry charmed the paper to read differently to anyone but him, he knew it would be very weird to be caught with the names of nine 5th year Slytherins written and stuffed under his pillow. He quickly went and got ready for bed, showering, whatever homework he had for the weekend, and then headed to bed. It was going to be a very different and exciting day tomorrow. The last thing Harry remembers before drifting off was an owl being let in, and a letter being dropped next to his head.