A/N: warnings and effects of previous chapters apply to this chapter too.

Wrong guy – chapter 3: oh no he didn't!

They got to Hogwarts relatively quickly and he entered his private head boy quarters and locked the door. Almost immediately, with an anxiety of a two year old eating candy for the first time, he spelled his luggage back to its original size and pulled out the parchment and quill. He spread it open, attempting to put it on his table when he let out a surprised gasp because the words "hi to you too" were etched into the parchment.

The moment he read it, the words disappeared. "Wow this is going to turn out great after all…" he grinned and wrote: it's me, Draco.

I know. Was the only reply he got.

Okay… who's this?

Who were you expecting?

Harry? Is that really you?

Yeah it's me alright…

Oh uh… I can't believe you're doing this

I'm not stupid, Malfoy. And even though I pretend to be dense most times, I do notice things that go on around me.

What are you saying? Draco sat down on his bad, pulling a book and placing the parchment on it, waiting patiently.

Oh please, you know exactly what I mean. There's no need for me to spell it out for you.

That's fair, I guess. And this parchment? How exactly does it work?

I think the instructions are pretty clear. Messages cannot be erased from it so you have to figure out what you want to write before you start writing because everything shows.

Oh well, where did you get it?

I made it.

You what?

I said I made it.

I find that kinda hard to believe.

Are you saying I'm stupid? Too stupid to create a magical artifact?

No no that's not what I meant. I promise that wasn't it

Calm down Draco. I was just pulling your legs. Besides, even if you meant it, I won't be bothered. You won't be the first one to think that.

I didn't mean that… I won't say you're smart, that's like Granger's spot. No one can dispute that, but you're not entirely dumb

That's actually funny. It's a nice way to say I'm dumb but compared to others, I'm okay.

Draco laughed lightly, deciding to shift to a comfortable position and laying belly down on his bed before writing: is that what you got from that?

Yeah… did it mean something else?

Could be that no one can be smart with Granger around. She's the weird one, raising the bar too damn high for anyone to follow or even try catching up.

She's my friend, you know that…

Oh yes it's a pity she's not rubbing off on you... he chuckled lightly after that.

You know that's not what I meant.

I know... Draco sighed. I say something that was supposed to offend you and you find it funny but I mention Granger and you're playing both offensive and defensive?

Like I said, she's my friend…

Hm. You're sure? Maybe you have a crush on her.

You mean like you do?

Draco blushed scarlet before writing. I never said that.

You didn't have to. I know you were staring at me the other night in my sleep

Draco's eyes shot up, a gasp tearing from his throat as he calmly wrote: you did? How?

Draco, being on the run all my life makes me gather a few attributes to myself. One of which is that I am not a deep sleeper. The smallest disturbance wakes me up.

Oh... Was all he could write that night before folding the piece of parchment and going to sleep with his cheeks burning uncomfortably.

Over the next couple of weeks, they chatted and Draco couldn't quite believe it but the more he wrote to Harry, the more he loved the boy. He never thought Harry had a sense of humor but as it turns out, he did.

They never spoke about anything serious, much like those conversations he'd had with Ron back at Dumstrung but that was a long time ago and it didn't matter anymore.

What caught his attention however was Harry's behavior towards him. When they met, the boy showed no indication whatsoever of familiarity.

The more he thought about it, the less sense it made. He kept thinking about it till he couldn't stand it anymore so he rolled over onto his stomach one night in bed and pulled out the parchment. Hey, are you there?

I'm always here...

Can I ask you something?

You never ask for permission, why now?

It's pretty important

Okay then…knock yourself out

When I see you tomorrow, can I talk to you?

Okay

Just that?

Yes. Were you expecting something else?

Sort of. Why don't you speak to me when we meet? You don't even look my way

Sorry.

It still doesn't answer my question

Can I ask you one of my own?

Uh... Yeah.

Which Harry do you prefer? The one you see or the one who writes to you every night?

I like the one who writes to me for obvious reasons but it's the same person so how can I choose if I have to?

So what's your answer?

I like the one who writes to me every night. That's the honest truth.

Okay then… do what you must, and good night, Draco

That was the last message he'd gotten from Harry that night before he curled up and went to sleep.

Harry stopped at the entrance to transfigurations, Ron and Hermione entered and turned to look at him curiously. "Are you coming, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah in a moment. Just go ahead, I'll join you soon."

Hermione smiled and nodded, turning around to go. Harry stood there longer than expected. Where the hell is, Malfoy? He frowned, looking at his watch and back up to see the boy moving towards him. With a smile on his face. Oh God… he groaned.

Draco stepped in front of him and flashed a shy grin. "Hello, Harry, are you waiting for me?"

"I was. I wanted to give you a piece of advice. Think hard and fast about this and you'll realize it's true. I honestly don't know how you could have missed it but really, put everything you feel aside and think. If I know one thing about you, I know you're not stupid." Harry finished and left, entering the classroom without a single glance back.

Draco stood there, uncertain. If he wasn't so confused, he'd actually be flattered that Harry thought he was smart. "What was that?!" his brain screamed.

When they had agreed to talk the previous night, he'd envisioned a couple of scenarios but not even in his wildest dreams could he have seen this coming.

And that advice? Which part of the whole thing was the advice? Because he could have sworn in that moment, he didn't feel advised. He felt raped.

Jeez, suddenly he didn't feel like being anywhere around the boy. He walked back to his room and spent the entire day locked in there. Even after practically thinking the entire day away, he wasn't any close to deciphering Harry's coded message. Why didn't he just come out and say whatever it is? Damnit.

His mates had retired to their rooms after the day's activities but he barely noticed as he was too lost in thought thinking about what Harry said. He reached for the parchment and was surprised to see several heys and are you there?s.

"I'm fine." He wrote reluctantly.

Finally was all Harry wrote, then after a while, he added: I looked for you everywhere today but you were nowhere. You seemed to have vanished and I was worried you weren't feeling well or that maybe something happened to you

Nothing happened to me.

Okay… I just got worried. I don't remember a time when I didn't see you at all all day.

You didn't? Draco frowned, his confusion levels rising past the normal point.

Yes. And I looked everywhere for you.

His frown deepened further. He had spoken to Harry today or had he? He tried one last resort. I was in transfigurations.

You were? I didn't see you, and believe me, I looked. Not as if there's a lot of us for you to get lost in. what's going on, Draco?

Draco sighed as he felt a migraine coming. Sorry then, hey, I'm not so well. I want to go to sleep now.

Draco, are you sure you'll be fine? I mean if there's something I can do to help… what I mean is, if anything happens, you'll tell me, right?

Yes of course I will. Goodnight, Harry.

Goodnight.

Draco slumped against the pillows and sighed, the wheels in his head turning. He'd spoken to Harry. He was certain of that but Harry was saying otherwise.

His mind raced for possible explanations but the only one he reached wasn't valid. If Harry –or whoever- had used a glamouring spell, why would he walk into transfigurations still looking like harry and risking having two Harry's in the same room.

And even though polyjuice wears off, he still wouldn't validate it. Maybe Ron was behind all this. Maybe he thought it was funny to- "RON! Oh my God, you son of a bitch!" he exclaimed and bolted up from the bed into a sitting position as the puzzle pieces in his head started to shift together

"The sick fuck!"