A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing!! I am so glad that you like it so far. Oh, and kudos to la mia stella for being the first reviewer, each time I posted a chapter! I'd also like to give an honourable mention to Zagreb-girl who was the tenth reviewer! I'm planning on giving a little bit of reviewer recognition to the twentieth reviewer.

Now onwards to the story…

Later that day…

"Fuck!" Harry swore loudly, and quickly whirled around and ran with as much dignity as possible back around the corner. Using his sneaky Auror skills, he tip-toed across the hallway and tried to reach his office in time. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and his upper lip was moist with it.

C'mon, almost there…only three more steps…

With his hand on the silver doorknob, Harry jumped three feet into the air when he felt two hands reach around his shoulders, skim across his chest, and link digits right over his heart.

"Ahh, Harry." Harry visibly shuddered, and began to have a panic attack when he felt something nuzzle the back of his neck.

"Aargh! Are you sniffing my neck, Creevey?!"

"Mmm. You smell soo good Harry. Such a maculine scent…so musky." Colin sighed and let his hot breath wash over the back of Harry's neck. He got excited when he saw goosebumps break out over Harry's skin.

Harry tried very hard to contain himself and not run away like a scared ninny. Or turn around and bash Colin on top of the head.

I am the boy who lived. I am the boy who lived. I am the boy who…

"Aahh!!" With superhuman strength that he didn't think he could possess, Harry wrenched his body from Colin's embrace and pushed the small man backwards.

With a shaking finger, he pointed at Colin and said in a slow, but shaky voice, "Don't ever, ever poke me with your…thing—broomstick again." Not even pausing for a last contemptuous stare, Harry whirled around in a flurry of black robes and escaped into the safe confines of his office, where he immediately put up wards to prevent the love-struck wizard from entering.

He didn't even bother to walk over to his desk as his shaky legs gave out beneath him and he slid down to the floor, resting his back against the door.

Little did he know that his object of terror was sitting slumped on the opposite side of the door, with a broken heart. But as they say, love conquers all, so Colin Creevey stood up with renewed gusto and stared at the closed door before him with a determined glint in his eye.

"Harry Potter, I will make you love me, and there will come a day when you will beg me to poke you with my broomstick." He gave a sharp nod to the door and placed a lingering kiss in the center of it, before turning on his heel, and heading back to the men's loo.

"Potter! Open this bloody door this instant!" More pounding ensued and Harry was afraid that his door would be knocked off its frame.

"Who is this?" Harry pressed his ear cautiously against the cool wood of the door to only hear heavy, panting breaths behind it.

"It's me, you nitwit." There was a pause, before the person decided to add on, "Malfoy."

"Oh!" Harry made to open the door but then paused again. "How do I know it's really you?"

"For fuck's sake! Open this effin door if you don't want me to shove your ugly scarface up your fecking arse!"

"Yep. Definitely Malfoy," Harry muttered to himself happily before opening the door and letting an infuriated Malfoy into his office. An infuriated Malfoy who still sported pink hair.

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione whirled around and came face-to-face with Harold from Accounting. She gave him a polite smile, while a feeling of dread wedged up inside her. She fervently hoped that he wouldn't ask her if…

"Do you have an escort to the ball yet?"

He gave her a hopeful smile, and had his fingers crossed behind his back. Please, please, please, please, please, let her be free…

Hermione inwardly groaned, but kept up her polite act. "Actually Harold, I do have an escort to the ball. Sorry about that." She then gave an apologetic smile that was almost believable. Merlin, why did I have to go and say that? Now I actually have to find a bloody escort. Urrgh! Damn Malfoy!

Harold's smile froze on his face and his crossed fingers behind his back faltered and unfurled. A red blush creeped up his neck and traveled to the top of his forehead.

"Oh! Well, then that's, uh, alright then, eh?" He gave a short, nervous laugh and the conversation fell into a very awkward silence.

"Um, well, see you around!" Hermione gave a little wave, and promptly fled from the very awkward scene, in the most dignified manner possible, while Howard stood there alone like a wilting flower in the rain.

Ron was in a cheery mood. As he walked down the hallway towards the men's loo, he was whistling a happy tune by Celestina Warbeck, and for some odd reason, that wasn't bothering him in the slightest.

In the history of Mondays, he's got to say that this is his best Monday yet. Better even than that time when that girl Marci had accepted his date offer. Even better than the day when his newest nephew was born. Yep. This Monday is the greatest of all Great Mondays.

So with his hands in his pockets, and his mind filled with the pink bliss of Malfoy's horrible day, Ron failed to notice that one of the occupied stalls held one very upset Colin Creevey, who was armed with a very lethal camera.

Upon hearing someone enter the loo, Colin immediately clambered onto the toilet seat and aimed his camera at one unsuspecting Ronald Weasley. His eyes narrowed and in his jealous mind, a ludicrous tale spun.

A tale involving a secret love affair between the great Harry Potter and his comic sidekick Ronald Weasley. A tale which would undoubtedly explain why Harry Potter spurned his—Colin Creevey's love.

Upon reflecting on the topic of spurned love, Colin felt his heart clench, and couldn't stop the small tear that escaped his wide, glassy eyes.

"Harry is mine," he whispered to himself. "And only mine," as his tearful eyes narrowed spitefully at Ron who was busy flushing his ablutions.

So, with more spite than a petty Pansy Parkinson, Colin took aim and was ready to capture and eliminate his next prey.

"Potter! Pay attention!"

Harry snapped his eyes back to Malfoy's irritated face. "I was paying attention!" Then his eyes unconsciously shifted back up to the silky pink locks that were once a rather white shade of blond.

Malfoy just rolled his eyes and smacked the back of Harry's head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Harry rubbed the back of his head furiously.

"Because, you are an idiot." When Harry's gaze slid upwards again, Malfoy barked out, "And stop looking at my hair!" He then clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing around Harry's office.

"What I need is a plan. A good one. No, not just a good one; I need a grand, evil, machiavellian plan that will bring them to their knees." He then rubbed his hands together, and let out an evil cackle.

Who cackles except crazy people?

Harry looked at Malfoy nervously, not liking the way he was stalking around the room with a scary grin on his face, while muttering dark things under his breath.

"Uh, Malfoy?"

"What?"

"What are you doing in my office again?"

"To plan." Duh.

"And why does it have to be in my office?"

"Because, Merlin help me, you're Harry Potter, and you're going to help me achieve this."

Harry wasn't liking the sound of this. "But what if…"

Malfoy turned onto Harry and towered menacingly over him; well, he towered as much as he can what with the one inch he had over Potter.

He pointed a pale finger into Harry's chest and had the scary look on his face again. "There are no 'what-ifs'. Got it, Potter?"

Malfoy jabbed his finger into Harry's chest with every word that he spoke. "You. Jab. Are. Jab. Going. Jab. To. Jab. Help. Jab. Me."

"And there will be no questions," he added with his trademark sneer. He gave a particulary painful poke, and Harry heard himself saying his favourite phrase of the day again.

"Ow!" Harry rubbed his sore chest and looked at Malfoy with an angry expression. "No need to get abusive!" And he added under his breath, "Spends too much time with Hermione, and now she's rubbing off him…git."

Malfoy's grey eyes flashed dangerously, and he whispered menacingly, "What was that, Potter?"

Harry racked his brains for a good excuse. "Uh, I said, er, my knee hurts and it needs a rubbing!"

Malfoy gave a disgusted look, before turning away to resume his pacing. "I don't care if your knee hurts, and I'm certainly not rubbing it."

Harry gave a sigh of relief and sagged into the chair behind his desk. But that relief was short-lived, however, as Malfoy began ranting about pouf-heads and bushy-haired witches.

Harry sighed and dropped his head onto his desk with a small thud.

Today was getting to be a very long day…

But then again, there were some perks, as Harry took a peek at Malfoy's pink head, and tried valiantly to smother a snicker.

A/N 1: So, what's going to happen? Creevey is heartbroken and ready to do absolutely anything to defend his territory that is Harry Potter. Ron is clueless and still lost in his happy bliss. Harry is trying to hide from Colin because he clearly doesn't swing that way; while trying to find a way out of Malfoy's scheming. And Hermione needs to find a date!

More mayhem to ensue!

A/N 2: This is also going to be my last update for the next month or so. I'm leaving for a trip soon and will be in a place where I'll have limited access to a computer. Make me happy and leave me many reviews to come back to!