AN: Thanks for the reviews. This is gonna be fun to write. Enjoy!

When Hell Freezes Over

Chapter 2: Pigs Fly and Learn

It was, once again, breakfast in the Great Hall.

Draco Malfoy was coming to dread breakfast in the Great Hall.

The Slytherin girls all fawned over him and it was so bad that Pansy had to mark her territory in their faces. For show, really, because Pansy had been Draco's friend for a long time and knew that he was gay.

Really, he thought. How could it be any worse?

Then Harry Potter stepped through the door, and pointed his wand at Draco's friends, Crabbe and Goyle, who were at the moment stuffing way to many things in their mouths at one time.

And, so, Draco felt like an idiot because all the movies tell you not to ask if it could be any worse.

But he could no longer think about that as Crabbe and Goyle were being levitated by Harry, and flown across the room and back, at a speed that made even Draco, who was firmly placed on the floor, dizzy.

"Potter," he growled, grabbing Harry by the collar of his shirt. "What are you doing?"

Harry just looked over his shoulder and set Draco's bodyguards down. He then locked eyes with the blond who was currently gripping his shirt a bit tighter than necessary.

"I was taking care of your first demand. And made pigs fly."

Draco stared at him for a moment, not even thinking to remove his grip on Harry's shirt and questioned, "Are you off your rocker?"

Harry furrowed his brow at the blond and wondered, "Why do people keep asking me that these days?"

And then the Black Death hovered over them.

No, not really, that was just Harry's thoughts as Severus Snape stalked towards them.

"Potter," he sneered. "Malfoy. You both have detention with me tonight, in the dungeons. Come to my office a half hour after final meal."

And his robes ruffled gracefully as he turned and strode away.

Draco followed his example and turned to leave, trying to hide a smile as Harry muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Drama Queen."

But Crabbe and Goyle noticed his almost smile. And they began to wonder...

XXX

"Pansy, do you think..." Vincent Crabbe took a deep breath before continuing, "Do you think Draco is gay?"

The short brunette by the name of Pansy Parkinson gawked at him for a moment, before turning to Gregory Goyle who sat at her side.

"He smiled at Potter today. Well, sort of. Anyway, he doesn't seem too freaked out about dating a guy, it's just because it's Potter he said no. Or that's what it seemed like, anyway," the large boy said quickly, wanting to ease the look of shock on Pansy's face.

The female Slytherin stared first at one of her companions, and then the other. Then she closed her eyes and shook her head, as the boys glanced at each other nervously. Pansy then opened her eyes and stared at her friends again.

"You mean you didn't notice until now?!" she finally shouted in disbelief.

Blaise Zabini walked in and as soon as he the three incredulous faces, he clapped his hands in glee.

"Something interesting just happened, didn't it? Do tell!" he said, almost squealing in excitement.

Pansy turned to him, and stated with lingering awe, "They didn't know about Dray."

The new comer's dark eyes widened.

"Well, then." he said, taking control of the situation. "We do have a lot to talk about tonight, don't we? At least this won't be boring."

So, for most of the night, talk is exactly what they did.