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That damn grin had gotten them into this mess. Why on earth was Harry always able to talk them into sneaking out of bed at night? It was as if he had hypnotized his best friends into doing whatever he said whenever he gave a certain trigger word, and even though Hermione didn't believe in such silly things, she was seriously beginning to wonder. So now, the 3 of them were huddled under the invisibility cloak, following a Slytherin down to the dungeons. Harry was insistent that he was going to find out the truth tonight, and no matter how his friends had tried to talk him out of it, he had been absolutely determined.

"Just a little further," he barely breathed out, not wanting the girl to hear him. Once inside, they all breathed a bit easier before something dawned on them: Even now, they wouldn't be able to take the cloak off if they didn't want to be caught in the dungeons. Ron groaned, and it would have been audible had not been for Hermione covering his mouth and keeping the others from hearing it. They made their way up to the stairs of the boys' dormitory, and Harry spotted Draco. He gave the others a grin, causing them both to sigh inwardly.

They entered the room, and noticed that Malfoy wasn't alone. Blaise Zabini was sitting on the other side of the room, grinning as he played around with Malfoy's computer. Draco had finally given up on his Griffin signing on, and so had decided that it would be best if he allowed Blaise to play around for a while. Harry frowned at his friends, and then looked back up when Blaise spoke.

"My parents got me one of these things over the summer, but I was told I had to keep it at home. I'm glad you have yours with you, or I wouldn't be able to talk to him," he stated enthusiastically. That statement caused Harry to frown. Blaise? Blaise was Green_Serpent80? Both of his friends could tell that he seemed a bit disappointed, and they hid their relief at the idea that it wasn't Malfoy.

"So, what's this person like?" Malfoy was curious, and he hoped that perhaps listening to Blaise would take his mind off of his own crush.

"Well, he's a bit smart and snarky, but also one of the kindest people I've ever met. And I feel like myself when we chat."

"Lucky," Malfoy said, not even thinking, and Blaise grinned and nodded.

After hearing the exchange, the three best friends hurried from the dungeons back up to Gryffindor Tower. Once up there, Harry threw off the cloak, and both his friends could see the anger and disappointment written on his face.

"Well, at least it's not Malfoy," Hermione whispered quietly, causing Harry to scoff.

"Did you ever think for a moment that maybe I wanted it to be Malfoy!" He covered his mouth. Had he really just said that out loud? Judging by the looks on the faces of his two best friends, he had, and Harry placed his hand against his forehead, feeling his world start to spin.

"I'm going to bed. I need to rest." They both nodded. That night, Harry didn't log messenger, and Lucky was left hanging.

The next day in potions, Harry had his computer with him, which he knew for a fact that Snape didn't allow. The idea was to get the stupid item confiscated in order to help him forget what had happened last night, and to help him forget about Lucky, who had turned out to be Blaise, of all people. It was the largest disappointment that Harry had ever had to face.

He looked up when Snape came up to him and simply slipped the item from his hands. Clearly, the professor was surprised when Harry didn't protest whatsoever, though he didn't show it for long. Snape carried it with him to his desk without so much as a word, and Harry wasn't sure that he would ever see his computer again. Even more so though, he wasn't sure if he really cared.

Snape opened Potter's computer, curious as to what could be so important that he just had to have his computer with him during class. If Harry had thought Snape had no idea of how to use the silly thing, then he was about to be proven wrong. He hit the power button and watched as it booted up with a bored expression. Once he was out the home screen, he noticed a messenger service pop up and automatically sign in. There, one screen name showed as online: Green_Serpent80. And after a moment, a message popped up from him.

Green_Serpent80: James! I missed you yesterday!

Snape frowned. So online, Potter had taken his father's name. He wondered who the poor fool was that Dumbledore's Golden Boy had managed to fool.

Golden_Griffin: Actually, this is Professor Snape. I confiscated this computer from one of my students earlier.

Draco gulped as he stared at that message. His Head of House had James's computer? That meant that he would probably never get to talk to his Griffin again, unless Snape suddenly had a change of heart… If Snape even had a heart.

Golden_Griffin: And who might I be speaking with?

Green_Serpent80: Malfoy… Sir… May I ask… whose laptop you confiscated?

Goden_Griffin: That is not for me to disclose.

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