Breakfast for Harry mostly consisted of sneaking peeks at Draco, and smiling into his pancakes. Ron had finally picked up Hermione's hints, and was now consciously flirting with her.
"Hey, 'Mione. How about a trip to the Three Broomsticks on Saturday?"
"Can't. I'm busy."
"How about Sunday, then?"
"I have an essay I need to write, Ronald." Hermione granger was playing hard to get.
"Dear god, Hermione." Harry said after Ron had left. "I thought you liked him."
"I do." She replied, a small smile on her face.
"Then why are you rejecting him?"
"I'm not."
"You are!"
"No, I'm simply… boosting myself."
"Boosting yourself?" Harry repeated.
"Yes. It'll make me look more desirable, or at least, appear to be."
Harry laughed. "You've got him by the throat, 'Mione."
"I bet." She said sarcastically as she gave her eyes a roll.
"You really do!"
"So, how are you and Ginny?"
"Way to change the subject." Harry mumbled.
"Seriously, you seem a bit rocky, the two of you."
"We, er, uh, I think I'm breaking up with her." Harry realized in that moment that he no longer liked Ginny! Instead, Draco popped into his mind.
"Why?" Hermione gasped. "You two are perfect!"
"I think I like someone else." Was Harry seriously going to tell her?
"Well, who was it?"
"It's a secret!"
Hermione laughed. "Oh, please, Harry."
"I can't tell you."
"I'll tell you who I fancy!"
"Ron?"
"Nope.
"Oh," Harry's eyes fell to the floor. "Alright then."
"On three?"
"One." Harry nodded.
"Two."
"Three."
"Draco." They both said at once. Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"What?" she gaped at Harry.
"What, yourself? What about Ron?" Harry shouted.
"What about Ginny?" Hermione fired back. "I don't think you're…gay, Harry!"
"How do you know? You're not me!"
"Harry, you might just be going through a phase."
"That's what I thought! But I'm not. Draco is different." Hermione gave him a look.
"Alright, Harry. May the best player win."
"Thanks, I will." Harry said hotly. He was going to get Draco if it was the last thing he ever did.