A/N: Hey, guys! I just got back from NY. Thank you reviewing, it means the world to me. By the way, when the characters are thinking, it won't look 'like this' , anymore. It will look like this.

"So, do you have it?"

Harry was sitting on Ginny's bed, while the squad stood in front of him. Harry bit his lip.

"I...think so. But is it really...necessary?"

Ginny glared at him.

The Savior sighed in defeat. Everyone else was already at the Great Hall for dinner, and he was hungry.

"Alright. So tommorow at practice-"

Hermione shook her head. "Oh, definatly not. That's to far away."

"But-"

Luna nodded in agreement. "Harry needs to practice, first."

The boy paled. "But-"

Pansy smirked. "Why doesn't he practice at dinner?"

Harry, if possible, paled even more. "B-but-"

Ginny slowly nodded. "Okay...but who does he practice with?"

Pansy's eyes flashed with evilness...well to Harry they did.

"Why, Draco, of course."

Harry was in hysterics. "But!"

The girls finally acknowledged him.

"But what, Harry?", asked Daphne, gently.

"I..." Harry desperately searched for an excuse.

"I...don't even have my uniform!" Harry congratulated himself, for not lying. "I left it in the locker room, and I can't go back for it. Dinner's almost over."

Pansy gave him a smile sweeter than honey, and faker than counterfeit gallons.

"I got it for you after practice."

The cheerleaders, well, cheered.

Harry groaned.

**HP**

Draco turned to see the cheerleaders walking into the Great Hall in their uniforms. Well, this was new. Why hadn't his team informed him...

The Slytherin's train of thought skidded of its track.

A blushing, but confident Harry walked in behind his squad...clad in his uniform.

Draco groaned. It had been long day, and he was bloody hungry, and now he couldn't even bloody eat, because Harry had waltzed in wearing a bloody miniskirt, with an adorable bloody blush, and now he was bloody hard!

Harry quickly walked past the Ravenclaw table, and, to everyone's surprise, the Gryffindor table. Please let dinner end now. Or, better yet, let Draco get up and leave.

Draco watched as the Gryffindor marched up to the Slytherin table and stopped in front of him. Draco bit his lip.

"Um..."

"Is this seat taken?"

The Great Hall was silent, as they waited for the Ice Prince's answer.

Draco had no idea what to say. Harry hadn't gestured to any seat. Even if he had, there was no where for him to sit. The Slytherin table was completely filled. "Er...no?"

Harry gave him a saucy smirk, that Draco immediately classified his second biggest turn on next to the blush. The uniform would always be number one. Suddenly, the Malfoy Heir had a lapful of Harry.

Draco could only stare down at the Gryffindor in shock, who had began happily eating off his plate, as if he sat on Draco's lap everyday.

The Great Hall broke out in loud conversation.

Ginny was in front of the pair in a flash.

"Harry!", she hissed.

Harry looked up at Ginny. Did I do something wrong, already?

Ginny pulled Harry off the Slytherin.

"I need to talk to you." She looked at Draco. "Sorry, Malfoy. You did seem to be enjoying it.", she smirked.

Draco turned around, completely mortified that the Weaslette had noticed his arousal, and had commented on it.

Harry turned away as well, a pleased blush on his face. That turned him on? No, wait...I turned him on! Maybe he likes me back! Then, why did Ginny...?

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at the ginger.

Ginny quickly dragged him out of the Great Hall, the squad close on her heels.

**HP**

"Potter, are you brain dead?!", cried a distressed Astoria.

"You guys said to sit on his lap!"

Hermione shook her head. "No, Harry. Ginny and I said you would be the one to sit on his lap, as a couple."

"You were supposed to flirt, first.", Ginny explained, rubbing her temples.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "...oh."

Pansy had had enough.

"'Oh', is right, Potter! Draco's never going to want to talk to you again!"

"Pansy...", Lavender warned.

Harry ignored her. "But he liked it!"

Pansy glared at him. "You just sat on his lap! No explaination, no preamble, nothing. He's bloody confused, Potter!"

Harry blinked. Then put his face in his hands, and let out a broken sob.

The cheerleaders stared in shock, as Harry's shoulders shook.

Hermione and Ginny shared a look. Harry had never been this upset when it came to Ginny or Cho, so...

"Shit."

The squad sent questioning looks at the two girls, who had cussed.

Ginny sat next to Harry, and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Harry...you're in love with him, aren't you?"

This resulted in Harry sobbing harder.

The cheerleaders sent him concerned looks. They had wanted Draco and Harry to be happy. What if Draco wasn't in love with Harry? The boy would be heart broken, and practice would be awkward...unless both boys decided to quit...

"Oh, fuck." Pansy stormed out with the other Slytherin girls trailing behind.

The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, followed.

The Gryffindor girls sent Harry sympathetic looks, before heading to bed.

A/N: And there you have it! Sorry about the slight angsty turn the story took. It turns out Flirt!Harry will be next chapter. Review!