A/N: Hi everyone! A big thank you to all of the reviewers, and a massively huge thank you to Tenshi Yami- Angel of Darkness for her brilliant suggestion for this chapter. However, after a lot of thinking, I have decided to keep my initial idea for this chapter and write a whole new fic that has Tenshi Yami's idea in. It will just be a cute oneshot, and it will be up soon. I've already started it, so you can probably expect it within the next two months, it just depends on how busy I am really.

SO THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR READING THIS SILLY STORY PRODUCED FROM MY MIND. I love you all. :D xx

Ten Reasons Why I Dislike Draco Malfoy:

1. He is egotistical and snobby

2. He shows off

3. He doesn't like my friends

4. He is arrogant

5. He hates all Gryffindors

6. He cares too much about his appearance

7. His perfectly blonde hair is too distracting

8. His silver eyes are too nice

9. The fact I can't stop thinking about him

10. The fact that he'll never like me

Harry couldn't believe what he had written, he felt a blush rising and spreading over his face. He quickly folded the parchment and hid it in his robe.

When he turned to Malfoy, he saw that he did the same thing. After a few awkward moments of silence, Professor Cragfoot waltzed into the room.

"Okay boys, you're free to go." They both bolted to the door.

"WAIT!" Cragfoot yelled. "I almost forgot, give me your lists."

Both boys immediately protested.

"But Sir! They were private lists!" Harry cried.

"Got something to hide, Potter?" Malfoy snickered at him.

"No, I just..." Harry trailed off, feeling the blush rising once again.

"For once though Sir, I do agree with Potter here. Those lists are private."

"Hand them over." Cragfoot demanded. They complied.

Harry left the room as soon as possible, wanting to forget the whole detention. But one thing kept niggling away at him. Why did Draco not want to hand over his list either? What was he hiding? There was just one thing Harry knew, he had to read Malfoy's list...

Harry sighed and flopped onto his bed. He missed his friends- ever since they had separate dorms; he hadn't seen Ron as much, not to mention the fact that because Ron and Hermione were together now, they had less time for Harry. He had no idea where Draco was, so an argument with him wasn't an option. Harry was lonely, bored and irritable.

Then an idea struck, Draco's list!

Harry jumped up and reached for his trunk. He grabbed the Marauder's Map and said "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good", before throwing the Invisibility Cloak over his body and running to the Potions Classroom.

When he reached the classroom, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was empty. He crossed the bare tables and went to Cragfoot's desk. As expected, the drawers were locked.

"Alohomora," Harry whispered, the drawer slid open immediately. Harry's lips curved into a smile; he thought that Cragfoot would have been smart enough to counter-charm his drawers so that a simple 'Alohomora' had no effect. Clearly, he wasn't as talented a spell-caster as he was a potion-brewer! Harry chuckled to himself, and then started rifling through his professor's desk. He caught a glimpse of some parchment, and then he realised that it was his own list. Harry pocketed his and found Malfoy's. He unfolded the parchment, and his eyes widened as he read:

Ten Reasons Why I Dislike Harry Potter:

1. He is liked too much

2. He doesn't deserve his fame

3. He doesn't like my friends

4. He never has to work hard for anything

5. He hates all Slytherins

6. He doesn't care about his appearance

7. His black hair is always perfectly messy

8. His green eyes are annoyingly nice

9. He won't get out of my head

10. He will never like me

He couldn't believe what Malfoy had written! What did this mean? Was Malfoy gay? His thoughts were interrupted by the dull thud of footsteps fast approaching the door. He barely had time to slam the desk drawer shut and throw his Invisibility cloak over himself before Cragfoot marched in.

Harry drew in a breath and watched with impossibly wide eyes as his professor strode up to the desk, centimetres from Harry, picked up a quill and then sauntered back out.

Harry sighed in relief. He carefully placed Malfoy's and his list back in Cragfoot's drawer- he couldn't risk Cragfoot noticing they were gone, and then ran all the way back to his dorm room, where he found Draco asleep. He must have been gone longer than he thought.

A wave of fatigue hit Harry and he slid into his bed, still fully clothed, and fell into a blissful sleep immediately. Until his dreams remembered Draco's list. Cue a restless night.

The Great Hall was filled with laughter and chatter, as young wizards and witches talked about their day. Harry and Hermione filed past them, to a bench with Ron, Ginny, Neville and Lavender already sat, eating their evening meal. Ron's face lit up when he saw Harry.

"Harry! I haven't seen you in ages, mate! How was the Infirmary?"

Harry made a face as a reply. "Awful. The scar isn't that bad though." Sure enough, it was now just a thin 3cm long line, on the left side of his torso.

"Hi Ginny," Harry said softly, gesturing to Ginny, who just scowled at him. Hermione and Ron shared a look when they noticed Ginny's hostility towards Harry.

"Uh, Harry, you never did tell us, why did you and Ginny break up?" Hermione questioned gently, though her probing tone was evident.

"Oh uh, it's a long story." Harry looked down at his dinner, he could feel his face burning with shame.

"No it's not!" Ginny said, scathingly. "The Golden Boy felt that he was above giving me a proper explanation, just that he couldn't be with me anymore."

Harry sighed. "That's not true, Ginny," he whispered.

"Then why did you dump me?"

"I don't want to talk about it!"

"Just tell me why!"

"It's not important!"

"It is! You terminated our relationship without as much as a decent explanation so why did you end it?"

"Well I don't know why."

"So you broke up with me and you don't even know why?"

"Um yes."

"Liar. I can see right through you Harry. WHY DID YOU DUMP ME?"

"BECAUSE I'M GAY!"

Harry's voice roared above the others, and the Great Hall fell instantly silent. Abruptly, he stood, his plate clattering to the ground and he fled.

He ran to his dorm room, his face bright red, hot, angry tears spilling from his eyelids and fists clenched until the knuckles turned white. He screamed into his pillow and lay there sobbing, until he could cry no more and he fell into a nightmare filled slumber.