Author's note –

HELLO AGAIN!! Wow I really am making progress, aren't I!?

I really am awful, aren't I? But These plot bunnies are hopping around my brain and straight into my lappytop!! YAY BUNNIES!

This takes place from the point in the chapter 14 that Harry left the Slytherin common room… ON WITH THE STORY!

"Speech" means parseltongue.

15 – HereGoesNothin'

After what he'd heard, Harry ran as fast as he could to the one place that he was certain he'd find Hermione; the Library. Harry ran up and down staircases, not bothering to wait for them to change into the correct path. His journey must have taken longer than usual running along unnecessary corridors. When he finally reached the Library, he was immediately shushed by Madame Pince for as he was breathing too heavily.

His eyes scanned the room looking for the familiar head that he knew would be Hermione, but she wasn't sitting at her usual table. He kept looking and he couldn't see her anywhere. Where could she be? Dammit, Hermione, the one time I need you, and you're not here! He thought.

"Harry?"

Harry whipped his head to the right to find Hermione at the table right next to him. "'Moine, I really need to talk to you."

"Ok then, sit down, I'm here to listen." Harry sat next to her, "When did you come in? I didn't even hear you."

"You're the only one; I think everyone else noticed… And I think they like the new hair too," Harry said, gesturing to the many people that happened to have been eyeing him up since he had set foot in the library. Some guys were winking at him, and some girls, apparently not remembering the past news, were even pulling 'seductive' faces at him.

"Well, you do look gorgeous, Dahling," Hermione said laughing, "So what did you want to tell me?"

Harry looked around nervously, "Well, I… Um…"

"Come on, Harry, you can tell me anything." Hermione sensed what was coming, I thought this would've taken much longer. Blaise is good.

"I know it's just, well," Harry then took a deep breath, "IkindakissedBlaisebutDracosawandstormedoffthenIoverheardthemarguingand… Draco said he likes me"

Ok, I hadn't been expecting that much, Hermione thought. Her eyes widened as she heard the only coherent part of that explanation. Harry knows Draco likes him.. Well this certainly makes Blaise's plan easier. "Oh, Harry that's wonderful, Draco likes you!"

"No, it's not wonderful, 'Mione. He probably hates me now. Did you not understand the part where I said that I kissed Blaise and Draco saw it?"

"No one could've understood that. Really, Harry, you talk way too fast when you're nervous. So you say Draco saw you kiss Blaise? And now what? What exactly is going on with you and Blaise then?"

"Well, I thought we were going to be together, but now I'm not so sure. When Blaise and Draco were arguing, Blaise said that I deserve better than himself. He said I should be with Draco."

"Well then why didn't you say anything when you were there?"

"I thought about it, but Draco wasn't so easily convinced, and that's when I ran and came here."

"Oh, Harry, you can be so simple sometimes. Didn't you think that the only reason Draco was like that was because he believes that you are more attracted to Blaise?"

Realisation hit Harry hard and he hung his head in shame, "Well, no, I guess I didn't."

"And didn't you think about staying and hearing the rest of the conversation? You may have missed something else that could be important."

"No, I didn't. I've messed this up haven't I, Hermione?"

"If it were anyone else, I'd say yes. But this is you and you somehow manage to get yourself out of life threatening messes on a regular basis. This should be a walk in the park for you."

"But what can I do?"

"Talk to him."

Harry's eyes widened at the simplicity of the plan. "What? That's it. That's your amazing plan. How can I manage that? He doesn't want to speak to me."

"How do you know that, Harry? You ran off before they finished, didn't you."

"Well, how do you know he wants to speak to me?"

"I don't, but you have a way of finding out." Harry's head tipped to the side slightly, in confusion, "Your notes, Harry. Send Draco a note asking him to meet you somewhere and then you can explain yourself. Tell him how you feel."

"It's really that easy?" Harry said, still in disbelief.

"It's really that easy." Hermione repeated, sliding a piece of parchment and a quill to Harry.

With that in mind, Harry scribbled his message, short but sweet, and got his wand out from his pocket. He pointed his wand at the parchment and said the now familiar spell Permoveo Serpentia and the parchment rolled up in to a snake.

"Please get to Draco as fast as you can, hitch a ride on a Slytherin if you have to"

"Sure, sounds fun," The snake replied as it slithered off.

"You know, Harry. I still find it weird when you talk in Parseltongue." Hermione said, giggling slightly.

"Really? I've been told it's pretty hot. Don't you think?" Harry said, edging closer to Hermione in his most seductive manner.

"Ewwww! Harry don't!" Hermione said, swatting him away. "Anyway, shouldn't you wait for Draco in the Room?"

"Shit!" This shout earning a big shush and a detention from Madame Pince, who had had enough. "Thanks, 'Moine. Love you!"

And on that note, Harry legged it from the Library and made his way to the room of requirement. Meanwhile, Hermione sat quietly, going over what had just happened. High five! Phase 3 complete. I guess I should go see Blaise now, we need to discuss what went on. And maybe they'll come back to the common room happy. I SO need to be there for that! Hermione then packed up her things and made her way down to the dungeons.