A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews, they mean bunches! Sorry for the wait, my mom's renovating the whole house. Anyway, here's your Drarry:

"Alright that's it for today. Hit the showers."

Harry sighed in relief as his humiliation came to an end, and practically ran to the boys' locker room.

Draco bit his lip. 'I am not watching his arse. I am not watching his arse. I am not-'

"Malfoy."

The blond turned, and was surprised to see half his squad still on the field.

"I thought I told you to-"

"We know what you told us, Malfoy.", Ginny snapped. "But you obviously need our help."

"What?"

Pansy smirked. "Draco, darling, I do believe you were just watching Potter's butt."

Draco turned a dark shade of red.

"I most certainly was not."

"Yes, you were."

"I wasn't.

"Yes, you were!"

"I was not!"

"You were, too!"

"Was not!"

"Were, too!"

"Shut, up!", Hermione snapped. "Honestly. Malfoy we're trying to help you get Harry. You have to be cooperative, though."

Draco crossed his arms. "I don't need any help."

Lavender snorted. "You need all the help you can get."

The Slytherin was interrupted from claiming what a ugly color lavender truly was, by Hermione.

"I've got it! Harry always gets jealous easily when it comes to who he likes...er...", She trailed off at the girls glares. "Opps?"

"Harry likes me?" Draco felt his pulse speed up.

Ginny scoffed. "No. He likes someone in Ravenclaw.", she lied. "Hermione was just being mean."

The brightest witch of her age, was bright enough to not object.

Draco gave her glare, which she returned.

"But we can get him to like you.", Hermione said. "Just give us some time."

The Malfoy Heir crossed his arms, but finally nodded.

The cheer leaders grinned, before heading to their locker room.

**HD**

"So, Harry-"

"Go away."

"Come on, I said I was sorry.", Seamus whined.

"We all are.", Dean clarified.

"Yeah, just hear us out.", Ron pleaded.

Harry sighed before finally turning to his friends.

The Gryffindor common room was pretty empty, much to the cheer leader's relief. "Fine. What do you want?"

Seamus grinned. "We want to help you get Malfoy!"

Harry blushed. "Shh!"

The Boy-Who-Lived looked around, before yanking them to their dorms. Once there, Harry sat on his bed, ran a stressed hand through his hair, and said for the hundredth time that day, "No. No way."

Across from him on Ron's bed, the three boys pouted.

"Come on, Harry! We really want to!"

Harry glared. "No!"

He looked away from them. "I...he doesn't like me, okay?"

"But he does-!" Seamus closed his mouth, at the identical warning looks on Ron and Dean's faces.

"He doesn't, Seamus!", Harry snapped.

Harry looked at his friend's with watery eyes.

"I...I've already embarrassed myself enough today. I have to wear a girl's uniform for the rest of the year. He doesn't want me, and now he never will."

Ron sighed. Ginny had been right, there was no way he, Seamus, and Dean could directly help Harry. Girls were just better at some things.

"Mate, Ginny needs to talk to you. She's in the girl dorms."

When it looked like the Savior was about to protest, Ron haistly added, "It's important."

Harry gave a broken sigh, and nodded.

Once he left, his friends once again pouted.

"Mission failed.", Seamus declared.

Dean shook his head. "No. The 'mission' is to make Harry happy. It's not over yet."

Seamus blinked. Then, went back to pouting.

"Mission incomplete."

A/N: So, what do you think? What's next? Let's just say, Harry learns how to flirt. Review!