A/N New Style of writing; how is it?

"Don't fucking be ridiculous," I said, without missing beat. For once, I can't help but be proud of my will, because even though my voice is rock steady, I can feel the haze of confusion cloud my mind.

"I'm not fucking with you; you idiot. I like him," Malfoy replied, sneering.

I can't help but release the relieved chuckle. "Liking, is a little different from loving, Ferretboy. You might want to be a little more careful with your words."

"I've seen him before," The blonde boy continued, ignoring my comment, "At a Weird Sisters' concert in Malham Cove."

He sounds reflective and a memory comes rushing back to me. The first time, after Brendan and I broke up, that he talked to me about another guy; a one night stand at a concert. I try to ignore the memory of the melancholic emotion that had welled up in me at the time. Even though it was only a bit of experimenting; I had always felt like Brendan and I belonged together. Hearing him talk with more passion about a boy he'd only had met and had sex with once, had engulfed me in a mixture of jealous rage and depression; at the time. Now, all I felt was the echo of those feelings, but it was enough to momentarily distract me.

I'm no idiot; no matter what Sna- Severus thinks. I can put two and two together, and Malfoy's face was blatantly displaying emotions of nostalgia; easily comparable with little contrast to Brendan's own face that summer he'd come back to tell me about the concert.

"One night stand?" I questioned softly.

Malfoy's crisp blue eyes blinked up at me, finally remembering where he was. He opened his mouth to prompt out of me a source of my information but he shook his head, clearing it; understanding my friendship with Brendan was that strong.

"Did he tell you about it then," Malfoy questioned, not even hiding his curiosity. I noted the sudden guardedness of his eyes. So even Malfoy got insecure, huh?

"Why would tell me though?" I asked, ignoring his question completely.

Malfoy paused for a moment. He was hesitant to answer my question but sure of the answer itself.

"I need," and another pause, "help."

I take a moment myself, for a deep breath to clear my mind. The answer to the question didn't surprise me, but my sudden willingness to agree, did. I could get something out of this. Worming my way into Snape's heart was impossible on my own, but only difficult with the help of his godson. I give Malfoy's slicked back blonde hair, pristine robe and shine shoes a quick once over. I suppose now, I could understand why the Sorting Hat had trouble placing me. I used my Gryffindor courage to put my Slytherin plan into place.

"Quid Pro Quo, Draco," I drawled, "I need help with my own romantic endeavours. Think you're up for the challenge?"

I could see the cogs working in his brain, turning in time with the devilish smirk forming on his face.

"I knew you had it in for Uncle Sev, I just knew it," he hissed, grinning.

I almost shrieked; surely I hadn't been that obvious. I'd gone out of my way to let no one know! So why had Malfoy, of all people who saw me so infrequently, managed to figure it out? He must have seen my wide eyes because he rushed through his next sentence, attempting to calm me.

"Relax Gryffindork. I'm sure no one else noticed, especially not Sev."

I sighed, still not calmed, but I continued.

"Are you up for it or not?"

Malfoy looked straight into my eyes, for once not glaring, but considering.

"Let's do this. We need a time and place; how does once a week sound?" He questioned after a moment.

I rushed to gather my thoughts, stuttering out a reply.

"Room of Requirement, every Saturday after Quidditch training?"

"See you then, Harry," he said smirking at me. He nodded once at me before turning gracefully and stalking off to the dungeons . Perhaps he'd learn that graceful turn from Severus.

I mulled over the conversation a bit, standing in the hall. This would be interesting; very interesting. With that thought, I turned heading for Professor Matthew's office; I had made Brendan wait long enough.

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