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A/N: "Fools are those falling in love, wise are those who stay in love." I'd like to say that I came up with that myself…but…I probably heard it somewhere…so yea.

Chapter 5: In which Malfoy is a Prat!

Harry didn't know why but Malfoy was acting more git-like than before. Everywhere Harry was, Draco would be there, taunting and belittling him. No hexes were exchanged nor any curses came his way but damn that mouth of his that never stopped running. And all Harry could do was—all Harry could barely force himself to do was—to ignore the trash talk that encompassed his looks to his friends to his parents to his ancestry to his future children.

Draco would sneer and rattle out of some insults, Harry would stop and listen to him most cordially, and when Draco was done with his newest speech on all of Harry's faults, Harry would smile at him and walk away. The only reason he hadn't yelled back or started firing all the curses he knew one by one at the part was because he could see that his reaction—or the lack thereof—was pushing the blond's buttons and frustrating him to bits. But that was the only highlight of his day; thinking about how Draco was probably more miserable than him—and he didn't have to do anything; the brat was making himself miserable.

Harry had to wonder though, what had gone wrong. They were fine, weren't they? Almost friends. Sure, they had bantered a bit but nothing this vengeful.

As Harry sat in his beautiful chair, stroking the soft hand rest, he thought, Why are you so bent on hurting me Draco?

He was snapped out of his maudlin mood when he noticed Hermione looking at him—or more accurately, his chair—and gave her a smirk before getting off and banishing it.

She would never touch his precious again!

"Blaise, you've been spreading rumors again." Green eyes chastised.

"Did I?" the answer was flippant. Blaise Zabini with his chocolate skin lay back against the cold stone wall of the castle.

"I can't go swimming anymore. There are gaggles of girls waiting by the shore at all times." The lips wore a pout that Blaise couldn't see. He looked out of the window which was connected to the small alcove and smirked. The weather was quite nice for an October.

"You forget the blokes, Harry." Blaise turned to where the voice was coming from and smiled sweetly (too sweetly), "And stop hiding."

"I'm hiding from Malfoy."

Harry watched as Blaise laughed—letting go of the blank mask he wore at most times, "Giving you trouble is he?"

Harry's eyes lit up, "Do you know why?"

The Slytherin answered with his own question, "Did you know that you have a boyfriend?" Blaise hadn't been pleased when he heard the other two-thirds of the golden trio discussing it. The question, why hadn't Harry told him, had come to mind but now that he thought about it, why did Harry tell him anything at all?

"I do?" He could tell that Harry was genuinely confused despite not being able to see his face. "How come you know but I don't?"

Blaise sighed, "So you don't?"

"I may or may not have a crush." Blaise could finally see the messy hair and most importantly the sparkle in the green eyes as Harry took off the shimmery cloak and he couldn't help but grin back.

"But no lover? What about the letters?"

"Letters? How do you-? Never mind, why do I even bother asking about the no secret policy in Hogwarts? Anyway, no lovers and the letters are statements of my finances from Gringotts—hardly romantic they are. "

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. It's tragic really. Now that I am seventeen, I'm expected to do so many stuff, fulfill so many Potter family and Black family responsibilities….but I rather think I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend." There was a look in his eyes, a thirst, that Blaise…

Blaise got up hurriedly, and then looked down at the boy-man who was starting to make his cock throb by just smiling. This was bad. Potter belonged to Draco; that much Draco had made clear— though tantrums and longing eyes, through insults and all the proverbial hair pulling (Merlin, that boy didn't know how to treat a crush). But he couldn't stay away from this strange friendship they had stuck.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The green eyes looked at him, pinning him to the spot yet not seeing him at all, "Because you asked."

"You didn't have to answer. You didn't have to tell me more than absolute necessary." Or nothing at all, went unsaid. What were they, exactly? Friends, yes, maybe...But Potter, Potter seemed to tell him everything, without hesitance. And Blaise, Blaise like hearing those words and…keeping those secrets.

Harry got up from the grass and put on his invisibility cloak again, "I know I can trust you to keep the important parts to yourself."

With a flash of a smile, the cloak flowed over Harry's body and then his face, rendering him invisible to Blaise's eyes. And no matter how long he waited Blaise couldn't be sure if the other had left or not.

When had he become Potter's confidant?

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Draco didn't like the smile on Blaise sent Potter's way, as if they were sharing secrets.

No, siree.

He also didn't like the way Pansy gently handled her Rituals textbook.

He particularly didn't like the way Granger would fix Harry's tie.

He very much didn't like how one Ronald Weasley had his arm around his Harry's shoulder.

He didn't like the way Weasel-girl simpered at his Potter.

Not at all.

He quite hated the way Loony played with Potter's hair and had the guts to look straight at Draco and smile. (Was that a challenge?)

And He absolutely hated the way Potter's face glowed this morning, as if he had had the best shag of his life. (Damn it, he should not be glowing like that if Draco hadn't been in the same bed as him!)

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They were in transfiguration class, which since McGonagall didn't teach anymore was less stressing to their lives. Harry was sitting beside Draco, who was valiantly ignoring him; but Harry could feel the dark glare emanating from his right every time he turned away.

He turned around to face the prat, his face set in a scowl, "Alright Malfoy, mind telling me why you feel the need to glare at me night and day?"

He was promptly ignored as Draco picked up his quill and started taking notes. The blond was getting on Harry's last nerves.

Then, he came to a decision. If Malfoy wanted to act childish, then Harry was no less of an actor.

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The Hat, he needed the hat!

He cast an Accio at the box which zoomed towards him with urgency. He placed it on his table with shaking hands. He held him breath as he took in the sight of the hat with its sparkly bling blings.

It was mocking him!

He turned away as the box zoomed back. No, he didn't need the hat, not at all.

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