A/N: WOW! I still got reviews!! gives hug to every single reviewer I love you guys, I would seriously stop writing this story if I wasn't getting reviews so...keep it up! A big thanks to my friend Nicole for helping me write this story, she gives me good ideas but she helped made this one make sense, and to Crick118 for giving me quotes to use, i love a challenge! If anyone else wants to challenge me with ideas to add in the story...I'm game, yo. ANYWAYS. Read and Review!!

Chapter 12: Colin Creevy the Fiend

Draco: "Harry…Kim….why are you pacing? It's very distracting."

Kim: "Because…we're brainstorming."

Draco: "For what?"

Harry: "Well…you know how Kim totally screwed up the last chapter?"

Draco: "Yes…"

Harry: "Well, we're thinking of a way to change the plot ever so slightly that it makes sense."

Draco: "Oh…that's understandable."

Nicole: "I've got it!"

Fans (yes, I have fans!): Who the hell is Nicole?"

Kim: "Why, she is my amazing friend, who I was going to add in the storyline but she never fit in…so she's here now…what's your plan Nicole?"

Nicole: "Ready? Okay. Ron has short term memory loss! He forgets he's bisexual, and he forgets Harry was gay with Seamus!"

Harry, Draco, and Kim: "Hmmm…." stroke chins, pondering

Kim: That just might work…ON WITH CHAPTER 12!!!

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Harry and Hermione were currently sitting in the Gryffindor Common room, trying to reason with an extremely stubborn Ron.

"Wouldn't I be aware of the fact that I have short-term memory loss!?" Ron said exasperatedly, throwing his hands in the air.

"Well, some people just don't know Ron…it's very sad."

"Prove it." he said bluntly.

"Prove what?" asked Harry, he wasn't really paying much attention. His memory kept straying to his…well…he didn't really know. Draco Malfoy could be described as neither friend nor boyfriend…nothing had been made official.

"Alright…" started Hermione trying to think of a huge Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone plot point, "do you remember…being bitten by a dragon our first year?"

"That was only in the book Hermione, I barely remember that. It wasn't about me…so no one cares. Try something that was in the movie…with that ravishingly handsome Daniel Radcliffe.

"Ew, Harry that's disgusting."

"What?"

"You…just like…checked yourself out. Perv."

"WELL, IF YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT! And it's not like Emma Watson is exactly beautiful." he added for good measure.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"She has a weird forehead"

"Why you-"

"GUYS!" screamed Ron, clearly annoyed. "Can we focus on the task at hand?"

"Oh…right. Well, do you remember when you were caught in devilsnare…or when you won the huge chess game, you were a knight."

"How about turning into Vincent Crabbe?" chimed in Harry.

"Scabbers turning into Peter Pettigrew?"

"Us getting into a huge fight?"

"Battling Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries?"

"Making out consistently with Lavender Brown?" asked Harry, looking extremely hopeful.

Ron looked at them both as if they were mad. He tried to speak but nothing came out… "Wha…when…how…"

"Do you remember when you dated Draco Malfoy?"

And Ron was out cold.

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"Maybe you shouldn't have given him so much information at once…his small brain couldn't handle it." Draco suggested. He and Harry were sitting at the library…they had decided to become 'study buddies', yes they were that cool.

"I suppose. Well, he's in the hospital wing now…"

"Poor chap."

"Indeed."

"So…do you understand this Potions essay?"

"Psh…no."

"I'm bored."

"Me too."

"Want to make out?" Draco whispered deviously

"Draco…we're in public." Harry said blushing.

"Aw…you're so cute when you blush…you're all pink…and…rosy."

"Aw…you're so cute when you act gay."

SMACK

"OW!"

"SHH!! NO YELLING IN THE LIBRARY!" screamed Madame Pince.

"What a bloody hypocrite." said Harry in an undertone, smacking Draco on the head with a textbook."

"Damnit, Potter!"

"SHHH!!"

Harry obnoxiously sat on the blond's lap. He batted his eyelashes profusely, lip pouting and all. "I'm sorry Drakey-Poo…I didn't mean to hurt your gorgeous, insufferable, fair-haired head. Will you ever forgive me?"

Draco shot Harry a look of pure loathing and pushed Harry off his lap.

"OW! Fine, I can take a hint. No more kisses for-"

Draco motioned behind Harry with a sharp nod of his head. Harry turned to see Ron standing there.

"Hey, Ron." he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Did you forget anything yet?"

"No…for some reason my short term memory loss isn't kicking in yet…"

"Did you hit your head or something?"

"Well, I didn't exactly have a wall, per say, so I banged my head against a pillow. It doesn't have the same effect."

Harry sat down next to Draco and Ron sat across from them. Ron kept glancing nervously at Draco, as though afraid he would jump him.

"So…Draco…we were a couple then?"

"Unfortunately."

"We're we the talk of the school?"

"No. No one knew except for Harry. I didn't want to throw my reputation away. Though I may be doing so right now, sitting with two Gryffindors."

"I was the only one who knew, why?" asked Harry, clueless to the fact that this was a touchy subject.

"Because." Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Because why…?" carried on Harry.

"Because…I…could…trust you?"

"AWWW!!! DRACO THAT'S SO SWEET!" screamed Harry crushing Draco in a bear hug.

FLASH!

Draco pulled free from Harry's clutches. "COLIN CREEVEY!" he shouted, "THAT FIEND!"

Harry and Draco ran out the hall, following the distance sounds of clicking.

"Why am I here again?" Ron asked himself.

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A huge crowd had surrounded the three boys. Such an awkward position they were all in. Harry was sitting on Colin's legs, attempting to hold his hands down, while Draco was snatching at the camera, trying to pull it free off of Colin's scrawny neck.

The girls were distraught, two older boys picking on a small defenseless… (Pst! Harry, what year does this story take place in? Harry: Uhm…Seventh…HBP never happened? Righto!) Sixth year, it just was unfair!

Finally, wanting to know why this was such an uncomfortable situation, Blaise spoke up, "Draco! What are you doing?"

"Tackling Creevy."

"Why?"

"He has a picture of me I would rather not show to the public eye."

"Oh….you mean that time we were in Hogsmede and I dared you to-"

"NO! NOT THAT TIME!"

Blaise eyed the situation again. "Does this have something to do with Potter?"

"NO!" shouted both Draco and Harry in unison.

"He…just also has a picture of me too…" said Harry glancing around suspiciously.

"Oh."

"What was it?" asked Hermione.

"Uhh…I…was…naked?"

There was a brief silence and then…FAN.GIRLS.ATTACKED.

"OH MY GOSH I WANT TO SEE!"

And in all the hustle, bustle, attacking, stomping, somehow picture developing in the middle of a chaotic hallway where there clearly was no place to develop a picture… (deep breath)…but hey…that's what magic is for I suppose… pretty much the entire school had seen the picture in the last twelve seconds.

Harry closed his eyes. "Damn." Wait for it…three…two…one…

"Potter…" Pansy started, looking at Harry as though she had never seen him before, "Why are you molesting Draco?"

Harry's eyebrows disappeared into his ebony hair. "Wh- I…I was not molesting him!" he sputtered.

"Sure looks like it to me."

"Well, you need your eyes checked!"

"Says the boy who walks in to walls." she smirked, rolling her eyes. "Alright, if you weren't molesting him…what were you doing?"

"I…well…um…I was trying to steal his wallet."

"That's bull. You have a fortune."

"Well…Ron's poor. I tried to get money for him."

"HEY!" shouted Ron.

"Couldn't you have given him some of your own money, Potter?"

"Well…maybe if I had thought of that then, we wouldn't be having this argument!"

"So…basically you're openly admitting to the fact that you're a complete idiot?"

"YES." said Harry, walking away. He turned the corner… "HEY! Wait a minute!" he hollered, running back.

Everyone laughed.

"Well, I was…you see…it's difficult to explain…I…well…oh, fuck it." And the Boy- Who- Lived walked away, an angry expression on his face.

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