Sorry I took off, guys; been busy… Any who, I'm back and beautiful! Harry's turn again. (Thanks for all the reviews, guys! They really help.)

.x. True Feelings? .x.

Damn it… Damn it… Damn it!

What had just happened? No, why did it happen? What was Malfoy thinking…?

It had all happened so fast, I hardly remembered a thing. Someone had passed me a note…Ginny. But I don't get why; we broke it off a while ago, didn't she remember? Or was it a sick joke of hers? Just as I was trying to make sense of it all, Snape had walked up silently, snatching the note from my hand.

"Interesting, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor, nonetheless," he had sneered, skulking off with the note in hand. There were upset protests from several Gryffindors, but he quickly quieted them down, receiving several glares.

I looked over at Ron skeptically, only to find him glaring back, his ears turning a dark shade of red with anger. Had he actually thought that Ginny and I were back together again? Of course.

"Ron—" I'd started, but he cut me off with a frustrated grunt and returned to his work, scribbling his answers down furiously. He was so stubborn…

I was eager to be one of the first ones out of the classroom by the time we could leave, but a certain someone's drawling voice called out to me: "Potter, you stay, since you find passing notes so entertaining. You too, Malfoy…"

"What?" the blonde cried angrily, halfway out the door—some students stayed back to see what all the commotion was about. "I haven't done anything!"

"Don't play dumb with me, boy," Snape snapped, his beady eyes locked on Malfoy with great disdain. "I saw you pass the note… Both of you will be doing lines. Now shut the door and sit back down!"

Stuck with Malfoy… That was the last thing I needed…

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It was torture writing line after line in that dimly lit classroom, with nothing but a dull quill and a low supply of ink. Over and over again: I will not pass notes in class… It drove me insane! I could tell Malfoy felt the same way, because he'd let out an angered sigh every now and then, followed by a sharp clearing of the throat from Snape. At least we didn't have to sit next to each other…

"That's quite enough," Snape said at last, stepping forward to collect our parchment. "I hope you've both learned a lesson. Don't let it happen again!"

With a slight nod of the head, I was up and out of the classroom, my bag hanging off my shoulder slightly. I could hear Draco's light footsteps, slow as if he were taking his time.

Yet somehow he managed to catch up with my hurried pace in a matter of seconds.

He caught hold of my shoulder, turning me to face him, "Nice going, Potter! You got me in trouble!"

"You're the one who passed the damn note to begin with, Malfoy! Just leave me be, alright?" I don't know why, but I felt rooted on the spot, waiting for his answer. I took a moment to repeat what I'd said in my head, thinking, now how did Malfoy get Ginny's note? Who was it really for?

"Wrong," Malfoy snapped, bring me back to reality. "That Weasley girl's the one who passed it. She never said to who—"

"You're a pain, you know that?"

"Oh, a pain? That really hurt my feelings…"

"Just shut up!"

That time, I turned to leave, but again he grabbed me, pushing me up against the wall…just like last night… Don't touch me, Malfoy…

"You know, you make this too easy," he told me in a quieter tone, running his hand through my hair. He was leaning in too close.

"No, just back off!"

"Hush, Potter, you'll get us in more trouble…"

"Get off of—ngh!"

Before I could reply, before I could even comprehend what was going on, before I had the chance to push him off of me…he kissed me.

My mind went blank, completely. At that moment, I didn't care who saw us, who heard. I couldn't control myself; I kissed back, almost wrapping my arms around his waist. All my worries seemed to melt away, as if they were nothing. There was nothing else in this hallway but me and Draco. Draco… My Draco…?

Me and Draco…

I couldn't do this. No. It was wrong. Something was wrong with me! But he's so good at it… Shut up! Damn it!

I pushed him off, almost reluctantly, wishing, hoping that no one had saw; hoping that he didn't notice my hesitation when I pushed him away, how I wrestled with my mind whether or not I should keep kissing back or not.

I looked up at him, angrily and nervously, confused. I could see what he was thinking in that smug little grin of his: Scared, Potter? Scared of me? Of what you're feeling?

"Why are you… Just back off, Malfoy," I snapped quietly, pushing past him and walking down the way we'd come, dragging my bag behind me. I could have sworn, just before I left, Draco looked as if he were about to cry. Draco, cry?

"Potter?"

I froze, my back still towards the blonde. His voice was quiet, solemn almost.

"Meet me later tonight? In the Slytherin common room…"

What the hell was he saying? Me, a Gryffindor, in the Slytherin common room? Why was he saying it like a question, like he was afraid of what my answer would be? Part of me wanted to say yes…

Yet, I didn't answer him, continuing on my way.

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Duh, duh, DUH! You better R&R, darn it…