Yay for chapter 6! I'm off to Europe on the 10th, and won't be back for two weeks. I'll hopefully be able to post at least 2 more chapters before I leave.

A big thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story, especially ILOVERWHPDM, who comments almost every time I upload a new chapter.

Thanks a bunch!

Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter guys. (If you were wondering btw, it's only me writing since around chapter 4, Kaja might help out later on)

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"Blah Blah Blah" - Talking

Blah Blah Blah - Thoughts

Blah Blah Blah - Stress on words

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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be stuck with a crappy summer job right now.

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Chapter 6: Sweet Escape

Four hours after Pansy swore to stay by the door to the hot tub until Draco came out, she hastily ran off to the washroom, hoping Draco would still be there when she comes back.

Oh Draco darling, wait for me my breath-taking object of affection, for I will be back, and together we shall venture out on our journey of endless love. :heart:heart:heart:

Obviously, Draco eagerly took this opportunity to escape. His body was awfully pruny-looking, but that was the least of his worries with Pansy Parkinson on the loose.

Soon enough, he heard a gasp coming from the open hot tub room.

"Draco darling… where did you go... DRACO!!! :heart:" Her approaching footsteps and a continuous beeping noise gave indication that Pansy's new DRACOFINDER3000X was already turned on and ready for action.

It's too late now… I have no where to go… dammit I will not go down like this…

Luckily, he spotted a few innocent third years passing by him in the halls. Moving quickly, Draco dove into one of their bags, and retrieved the 'Monster Book of Monsters'. Facing it towards the sound of Pansy's footsteps, he undid the bindings on the book and let it go.

Draco felt a sense of pride as the brave little book made its way towards enemy grounds. As the 'Monster Book of Monsters' turned a corner and went out of sight, Draco immediately began his mad dash to the other side of the castle.

On the other side of the castle Harry Potter was knitting a sock in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione gave up on the whole 'gay' issue, and was now concentrated on teaching Harry Potter to incorporate several colours into his expertly knitted socks.

"Harry, you do know red and green clash horribly when you arrange them like that?!"

"But Hermione, all the joys in life come from being nice to everything and everyone! I only have the colours blue, yellow, red and green. Since I already made a blue and yellow sock, it wouldn't be fair for the red and green if I didn't do the same for them, silly!" Harry chuckled, continuing with the knitting.

Hermione banged her head on the table for a while, hoping she'd wake up and Harry would regain his common sense and heterosexuality present for the last six years. She wondered what really happened to Harry during the summer. There was something oddly suspicisious about his behaviour.

Meanwhile, Ron was nowhere to be seen. Although more then likely, he was writing in that icky diary of his. About Harry no doubt.

Stupid Ron and his closet perversity, Hermione thought bitterly, and Stupid Harry. Why do they have to be gay huh? Maybe the whole school is freaking gay? That'd be just marvellous. How can I ever hope to have a cute high school romance in these conditions??

She was now only partially angry at her idiotic best friends; her anger was also directed at the books that she cherished so deeply, but which entirely failed to mention the solution to these types of situations. Feeling utterly betrayed by her only sources of knowledge, Hermione felt it was time the books paid for her misery.

Forgetting about Harry and his socks, Hermione stomped up the stairs into the girls dormitories, wielding a black sharpie in her right hand, and a pair of scissors in her left. She wasn't seen for the rest of the day.

Boy oh boy, is someone feeling cranky today or what? Harry quietly giggled to himself.

After finishing his sock, Harry put away his knitting kit and decided it was the perfect time for a small snack. Making his way out of the dormitories and into the kitchens, Harry openly discussed his newly discovered feelings with the moving paintings he passed on the way.

Nearing the last turn he had to make, Harry heard footsteps approaching him at a rapid pace. Before he had any time to move, a green and black blob knocked Harry off his feet. Standing up and brushing the dust off of his robes, Harry noticed that once again Draco was the one he had crashed into. Not that crashing into Draco was a problem for Harry; on the contrary, seeing the blonde hottie made him feel all warm inside.

As Draco stood up, Harry was expecting to be greeted with the dashing flawless Malfoy face, but instead noticed that Draco looked somewhat… pruny. Harry scrunched up his nose.

"I'm not sure that's the right look for you, hun."

Draco Malfoy scowled and attempted to look angry, but his pruny features made him looks more like an upset pug.

Harry thought that Draco looked positively adorable like that, and decided once and for all that his love will prevail.

Harry shyly looked up at Draco, and twirled his hair between his fingers for an extra flirty effect.

"Draco, would you like to come to the kitchens with me?"

Can you imagine a pruny Draco? Haha, although I do not know if that is truly what happens after hours and hours of sitting in a hot tub, I'm not really too keen on finding out. Feel free to try it out though, I'd love to hear the results.

Well this chapter is longer then the last two, so yay for that! The next one will be at least as long as this one.

Next chapter -- Harry and Draco visit the kitchens ... together. It'll be oodles of fun.