I'm off to Europe on the 10th, and won't be back for two weeks. I think there might be another chapter for you before I leave, and I'll make sure to post it if I finish in time. But as of now, I doubt it'll get done before tomorrow.

Once again, thanks for your reviews, and thanks to everyone who's added this story to their favourites.

Enjoy!!

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"Blah Blah Blah" - Talking

Blah Blah Blah - Thoughts

Blah Blah Blah - Stress on words

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Disclaimer: I'm a poor high school student who doesn't even own a car. In my situation, owning Harry Potter is unfortunately out of the question.

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Chapter 7: Kitchen Time

Still twirling his hair in a flirty manner, Harry patiently waited for Draco's answer. He waited… and waited… and waited…

Until Harry's stomach made a loud gurgling noise, and he promptly decided that there is only so much torture his famished body could take.

In a blink of an eye Harry swiftly walked over to a stunned Draco, entwined their fingers and dragged him off to the kitchens. While Draco was trying to come up with a witty remark to prevent the upcoming event, Harry already hauled him through the passage, a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Oh isn't this just the greatest thing Draco, we finally get to spend some quality time together!"

Harry stopped walking and looked around in hoped of finding a suitable snack. Their fingers were still entwined, and noticing this Draco moved his hand off in disgust. As soon as he let go though, Draco felt the need to feel the comforting warmth radiating off Harry's hand just on more time…

Sick. This is so sick. This is very sick… sick sick SICK…

Draco tried convincing himself just how sick these feelings should be. Taking his mind off his feelings, Draco looked for a way out.

Meanwhile, Harry found a rather delightful-looking plate of pastries sitting only a few feet away. Happily, he picked up the entire plate and brought it over to Draco. When Draco didn't respond, seemingly preoccupied with deep thoughts, Harry gave him a pout and offered a delectable cream puff.

"Leave me alone Potter, would you?" He finally spat out.

"Well sooooorry, but seeing as how you are standing here and not even attempting to escape, I'm guessing you really do want to spend time with me, but are too nervous too make the first move, right?" Harry wisely replied, grinning like a fool.

Draco shook his head angrily, but continued to stand in the same spot he's been in for the last five minutes.

"No you idiot, I can't move because my feet are glued to the freaking floor!"

Sure enough, it seemed that Draco has stepped in a rather large puddle of glue that found itself onto the floor from a nearby table. The reason a bottle of glue was in the kitchens remained unknown.

Still wanting to believe his own theory Harry got down onto the floor and suspiciously inspected the substance underneath Draco's shoes. He experimentally touched it, sniffed it, and stood up after having come up with a verdict.

"Draco, it seems that your feet are glued to the floor."

Draco's eye twitched in annoyance.

"Really now."

"Mhmm! No worries, I'll help you!" And you'll love me forever and ever… Harry grinned. He then proceeded to take out his wand and mutter a simple spell, evaporating the glue in a matter of seconds.

WHA…? But how did he… Aha! We are wizards, we can do magic! Draco cleverly deduced.

Swollen with pride, Harry puffed out his chest and proudly stuffed his wand back into his pocket. He wasn't known as the Boy-Who-Lived for nothing!

Continuing on with his musings, Harry heard a strange noise coming from Draco's general direction.

"arghweldfp… tha… guhh...nks"

"Draco…?"

"than… dflskhffn… ks"

"Come again?"

"Thanks."

Harry's eyes popped out of their sockets and his jaw dropped. Draco said thanks? Draco Malfoy said thanks? The blonde ice-cube-like hottie just told Harry Potter thanks? He almost fainted of happiness.

"Oh Draco I love you too!!! Let's spend the rest of the day together just you and me what do you say?"

Draco tried to determine how a 'thank you' translated to a declaration of love, but immediately stiffened when Harry pulled him into a big hug. There's only so much hitting on a (seemingly) straight man can take in one day! First Pansy, and now this… Draco was not in the best of moods. Throwing Harry off of himself, Draco dashed for the exit.

"Potter, I don't know why you are acting so… joyful and happy… and outright gay right now, but leave me out of it." And with those final words, Draco slammed the door shut.

Harry was left alone and heartbroken inside the kitchens, the elves nowhere in sight to comfort him. Harry sighed, and slowly made his way back to the dormitories.

Draco… I thought… I thought maybe he finally started becoming closer to me. But I was wrong. How will he ever notice me as more than an enemy now?

Filled with sad thoughts, Harry made his way past a large mirror. Looking at his reflection, Harry thought about Draco's parting words.

"Potter, I don't know why you are acting so… joyful and happy… and outright gay right now, but leave me out of it."

"…are acting so… joyful and happy… and outright gay right now, but leave me out of it."

"… joyful and happy…outright gay…leave me out of it".

Eureka!!! Harry glanced at himself in the mirror, and experimentally covered one of his eyes with a part if his bangs. If Draco doesn't want me to be joyful and happy, then I shall look and talk and act dark and emotional, and then Draco's heart will surely be mine!

Amazed with his brilliant idea, Harry sprinted to his room and began the necessary transformations. Tomorrow, there was going to be a new Harry in Hogwarts.

Chapter 7 is now done! I think this was the longest chapter I've written so far. Don't worry, Harry and Draco will definetely have a lot more interaction in the next two chapters.

Next Chapter -- Harry Potter reveals his new look.