Disclaimer: Harry Potter will be mine when the Tooth Fairy asks me to marry him – never. :)

A/N: Hey guys! I know I haven't been updating very well lately, but it's more difficult now that I'm back in school. Bear with me! :D Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

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Harry was confused. One moment, him and Draco were kissing in the snow, the next all he got was a cold nod? Sod it all, so they weren't due to meet until the next day? Harry would send Draco a note and they would meet that night.

That very morning Draco had been jealous of Harry flirting with Seamus, if he didn't really care about Harry, he wouldn't have had the reaction he had had at breakfast. Harry went over in his mind what he could have possibly done to make Draco withdraw like he had.

He had gone to Charms in the morning, and afterwards he was heading to the Great Hall for lunch. Hermione and Ron were in the library because Hermione was tutoring Ron, so Harry had figured he'd be eating alone. However Ginny had been heading to the Great Hall at the same time so they met up and started to chat.

Harry hadn't been spending much time with her and she asked if maybe he wanted to spend lunch with her. He knew it was the right thing to do; plus he loved spending time with Ginny. So they walked together and Ginny was telling him about her day.

She was so exuberant today and Harry liked seeing her like that. He'd missed that about her. She was such an energetic girl. She was animatedly telling Harry a story about how a Hufflepuff girl had knocked over a cauldron in Potions and the contents went flying, spilling all over Snape. Ginny threw her arms about and Harry couldn't help but laugh at her expressions and how she described the event.

"So then Snape just blinked and told her to get out. He then told the other Hufflepuffs to tell her what her punishment was. Snape couldn't even DEAL with it he was so mad! You should have been there, Harry it was priceless!" Ginny finished, breathing and Harry wiped his eyes. He had laughed himself to tears. Man he missed Ginny's company.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the doors to the Great Hall slammed shut. They were never that loudly shut unless someone was exiting angrily. Who had been so angry as to cause that noise? Ginny placed her hand on Harry's forearm and his attention was drawn back to her. They continued there conversation for awhile before leaving for a walk around the grounds.

Harry realized he would be late however and had to run to get his things. He had no idea that Ginny knew exactly who it was that had slammed the doors to the Great Hall. She smirked to herself. Stupid Draco Malfoy, thinking he could win against her.

Ginny strolled casually inside. She had a free period right now and she knew exactly how she would spend it. She would find new ways to psyche Malfoy out, and to win over Harry's affections.

Neither of the boys knew that anyone had seen their sweet little kiss in the snow, but Ginny had. Ginny refused to sit back and let Malfoy ruin her chances. Maybe she should have listened to the Sorting Hat when it said she would do well in Slytherin…but then she would have no chance at being with Harry.

Ginny saw Harry run back down the corridor, headed for the dungeon. He looked quite…unkempt. Maybe Draco would thought that her and Harry had been up to something. He definitely was the jealous type, which made this little game of Ginny's so much easier.

She smirked confidently; this would not take long at all. Harry would be hers; there was no doubt about that.

And then Harry had reached potions, only to be welcomed by a loss of ten points from Snape, and the cold shoulder from Draco. Was it Ginny that Draco was upset about? Was he upset that Harry was spending time with her and not him? I mean sure, Ginny and he probably would have gotten together but that was before Draco and he had been friends!

Harry grabbed a fistful of hair and growled. He was currently in the corridor outside the Great Hall. He was pacing in an air of utmost frustration. A couple of second year girls passing by looked at him warily, as if he were a lion crouching in the grass ready to pounce at the first prey to pass him. It might have been because that is metaphorically what he was at that moment.

He gave them a stern look and they scurried out of his presence. Harry sighed; being a complete asshole to innocent bystanders would not help matters.

He leaned against the wall and slid down it, sitting with his elbows on his knees and his hands still grasping his hair. Suddenly he heard a familiar, aristocratic voice. It was as cold and unfeeling as it had been since Harry first heard it…Harry had wished that voice had been tucked away.

"Stop it Pansy, I'm tired of this." Draco was muttering; he and Parkinson were walking down the hall. She was struggling to keep up with Draco's wide strides.

"Look Draco, do you really think nobody sees you with Potter down at the lake all the time? You two are always talking as if you're best friends. And that's fine; it is probably smart to have a friend on the Light Side in case…well in case anything happens. However ever since you've been hanging out with him you have been distant. None of the other Slytherins have figured that out yet, except for Blaise, but you can't fool me. I am thinking this is more than just an alliance to you. I think it's more than a friendship."

"Pansy, you're being ridiculous." Draco drawled, "Stop shouting. You're making a fool of yourself and I won't have you making a scene, do try to remember we are Slytherins."

"Yes, Draco, I know. But it's frustrating. Why can't you just tell me how you feel?" She was almost pleading now. Harry suspected she was just jealous that Draco wasn't spending time with her.

"We are not Gryffindors Pansy, we do not display our feelings for the world to see, and you will do well to remember that." And with that Draco sped up his already brisk walk and Pansy stood there, looking dumbstruck.

"Stupid bloody ponce." Pansy muttered, probably not realizing anyone could hear her. Harry had gone completely unnoticed, and once Pansy left Harry stood up and followed down the corridor that Draco had turned.

It was almost disserted and Harry could see Draco up ahead, where was he going? He couldn't just keep following him like this. "Draco!" Harry called and Draco jumped a foot, and whipped around; looking positively scared shitless.

"Fuck Potter, don't you know you aren't supposed to sneak up on people. For Merlin's sake, you have no manners." Draco snapped. Harry noted Draco was in fact angry, as he had used his surname again, but Harry had a feeling it wasn't his poor manners that Draco had a problem with.

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to talk to you." Harry replied, looking at his shoes. He really did not have a knack for talking to people.

"What is it Potter? I'm not going to stand around chatting with you all day. It's not like I am just going to hang off of your every word." Draco was mad at himself for being such a jerk, but he had to defend himself somehow. He would not be vulnerable for anybody, especially stupid bloody Potter.

"Fine – fuck, no need to get your knickers in a twist. That's actually what I wanted to talk about though. What the hell was your problem in potions today?" Harry demanded, thinking it best to just cut to the chase.

"I'm sorry Potter, was I not doting on you enough? Was I not as completely infatuated with you as you had hoped? Seriously, Potter? Fuck you. Well I am sorry that I'm not a puddle of vulnerable, incomprehensible mush; like your fan girls. I apologize for not being Ginny Weasley." Draco spat out.

"So this is about Ginny!" Harry interrupted. Draco looked trapped, he searched for an answer that wouldn't make it seem like Draco was jealous. "You were upset that I was spending time with her and not you. You are impossible!" Harry was appalled.

"I was not jealous. I am just saying that if you want some crazed, head-over-heels-for-you stalker for a lover, well I suggest you go knocking on someone else's door because I do not belong to anyone. I am a Malfoy and a Slytherin and I am distinguished and I am second to none, not to you, not to Ginny Weasley, got it?" Draco roared.

"I don't want some "crazed, head-over-heels-for-me stalker for a lover! I am not some princess who needs constant affection. Do you seriously think I'm some pet who needs to be coddled?!" Harry bellowed back. The two boys were both breathing heavily.

"YES! You're the Great Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the "Chosen one" when have you ever not been coddled?" Draco angrily spat out, "Precious little Potter," Draco continued in a nasty, sarcastically sweet voice, "It'd be a crime for him not to be doted on."

"You don't know ANYTHING!" Harry howled. How dare Draco? He didn't know how the Dursley's had treated him. He didn't know about the cupboard, or the hitting or years of a friendless existence. He'd been looked upon as a freak and an outcast. He had grown up being unwanted. Draco didn't fucking know a thing. "Don't you dare make judgments on my life if you don't know what the fuck I've been through." Harry was in such a rage, but so was Draco.

"Oh that's right, mummy and daddy weren't around were they? They left you didn't they, so everyone else in your life who has loved you just don't count. Potter you've still had a family, and I'm sure they treated you like a fucking king. So stop your god damn 'poor me' whining." Draco finished condescendingly. Harry was positively shaking with anger. He clenched his fists, but knew punching Draco wouldn't make things better.

So Harry hid his emotions, borrowing the mask of indifference that Draco had used in Potions, and said "Well fuck you and the horse you rode in on." And he turned on his heel, leaving Draco standing there dumbfounded.

Harry began storming up to Gryffindor Tower, he was positively seething. His heart was pounding and he was seeing red. Draco was the biggest git known to mankind and at this very moment Harry hated him.

Meanwhile Draco paced in that same abandoned hallway. What had he done?

FW: So I know you probably wanted them to make up in this one. But as brionyjae mentioned, they are very stubborn. And I agreed, I don't think they would have been able to just instantly make up just like that. They're both a couple of hot heads. My muses are not going to be gracing us with their presence in this chapter though; I don't want them to start a fight ;). Please review!